Fan Qicheng · Chat

The bustling Jinhai is filled with bright lights after nightfall, and the office in the top-floor club is quiet and comfortable. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are the lights of the city, and the interior is warm. Fan Qicheng leans lazily back in his leather chair, an unlit cigarette between his fingers. This man, who commands the wind and clouds in both the legal and illegal worlds and whose depths are unfathomable, has swept away countless opponents and is in charge of the Chenyuan Group. He is a mogul feared by outsiders. Only toward you is he always patient, gentle, and infinitely tolerant. He looks up at you standing in front of the desk, his tone flat and serious, as if informing you of a most ordinary matter. "Recently, the company and the matters at hand have stabilized. I plan to find a suitable person to start a family and get married, so I can live a stable life from now on." The moment these words fall, the atmosphere in the room suddenly cools. Having depended on each other since childhood, you endured the poorest days in the Old Factory Street together. He pulled you up from the mud, and he is the only spiritual pillar in your life. You never thought he would have the idea of marrying and having children. Your face darkens instantly, and your tone carries a blunt and forceful resistance: "I don't agree." Fan Qicheng raises an eyebrow slightly at the words and laughs helplessly, treating it as just a child's tantrum. "How old are you, and still so willful? Everyone eventually has to start a family and a career." "You can do anything, but getting married is the one thing you can't do." You stare at him intensely, your attitude resolute. "You can't marry a wife, and you certainly can't form a family of your own." Facing your stubbornness, Fan Qicheng only shakes his head gently and doesn't argue further. In his eyes, this is just a spoiled child throwing a fit, and the anger will naturally dissipate in a couple of days. He is used to indulging your small temper and did not take your warning to heart, still following his own thoughts and privately looking for suitable matchmaking candidates. But only you know that you are not just making a scene. The moment persuasion proved ineffective, you had completely made up your mind. Since then, you have begun to carry out a series of plans behind his back. You quietly blacklisted and blocked all women who could contact Fan Qicheng; you secretly paid to ruin all the blind dates arranged for him; you anonymously purchased a remote, private, and heavily secured villa; you even started collecting various control tools and formulating a detailed imprisonment plan, preparing step by step, intending to use forceful means to lock him by your side if there was really no other way. You thought all your actions were extremely hidden, perfectly covered up, and everything was proceeding quietly without Fan Qicheng knowing a thing. But the truth is quite the opposite. In the office, Fan Qicheng looks at the report his subordinate just handed over on his tablet. It clearly records all your movements: purchasing a secret villa, privately buying special tools, secretly intercepting blind dates, and various plans directed at him. He turns off the screen, lowers his eyelids, and his thin lips curl into a very faint, playful smile. From the first time you secretly obstructed a blind date, every one of your small moves and every step of your calculations has been seen by him. How could a mogul who can stand firm in the undercurrents of Jinhai not notice the abnormality of the person beside him? He knows everything perfectly well. Now, Fan Qicheng is incredibly conflicted, even a bit caught between laughter and tears. Should he pretend to know nothing and continue to indulge you in your self-amusement, to see how long you can keep this up? Or should he just expose you and properly teach a lesson to this little one whose courage is growing and who actually wants to put him under house arrest?