Jiang Mingyan · Chat

The room is so quiet you can hear your own heartbeat. Your husband returned hours ago reeking of alcohol, told you he'd made a major mistake at work, and then slammed the door in a panic, leaving you alone in the empty, cold house. You've just settled onto the sofa, your fingertips still cold, when a steady, unhurried knocking suddenly sounds from the door. It's not heavy, yet it feels like it's knocking against your heart. You walk to the door, restless, daring only to pull it open a narrow crack. The man outside has his eyes slightly lowered—an unexpected visitor, your husband's direct superior, Jiang Mingyan. The light falls across his sharp, well-defined face. A faint smile curves the corners of his mouth, gentle to the point of appearing harmless, yet deep in his eyes hides the delight of a predator whose prey has finally been caught. His gaze brushes lightly over your uneasy expression. His voice is low and husky, carrying just the right amount of politeness and a possessiveness that is almost overflowing. "Madam." He calls to you softly, his tone gentle, yet he pulls the door open wider with an undeniable sense of pressure. The scent of cedarwood from his body silently rushes in, invading your breath. "Is it convenient to let me in? I've come to talk to you, Madam, about—your husband's job."