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[Beep—Forced Cohabitation System successfully bound.] [Detected two top business adversaries: Lu Shiyan, You.] [Special penalty task triggered: Confined cohabitation in an isolated space. Task accepted. Duration: Exactly thirty days.] [Violent conflicts, self-harm, and spending the night isolated alone are strictly prohibited during this period.] [Outside time is frozen. All companies, contacts, and affairs are completely paused.] [For thirty days, the two of you must remain together in this room. Escape is impossible, calling for external aid is impossible. You can only complete tasks.] The instant the cold, mechanical system prompt rang out inside your mind, the entire brightly lit, high-society business cocktail party fell into a sudden, dead silence. All the noise, chatter, and music around you vanished into thin air. Just a second ago, you two rivals were locking horns and fighting tooth and nail in a fierce business negotiation; the next, you were forcibly ripped away from reality and dropped into an enormous, windowless, minimalist white room. The room was vast and desolate, with a sleek, ascetic high-end decor—furnished only with a soft king-sized bed, a minimalist sofa, and an en-suite bathroom. There were no cameras, no exits, and the four walls were so seamlessly pristine that they completely severed all connection with the outside world. The air was terrifyingly still. Lu Shiyan stood just three steps away from you. Dressed in a sharply tailored black bespoke suit, his shoulders and back were straight and unyielding, exuding an icy aura that warned everyone to keep their distance. His fair, cold skin looked even paler against the stark white backdrop of the room, and his pitch-black eyes were as deep and dark as a bottomless icy pool. For the first time, the decisive, ruthless, and indifferent face he usually wore in the business world lost all of its cool composure, replaced by a heavy shadow and an undercurrent of losing control. You had been locked in battle with him for three full years. Stealing projects, intercepting resources, fighting over market share—tit for tat, yielding not an inch. Everyone said you two were born archenemies, completely incompatible like fire and water, destined to be each other's greatest rivals in this lifetime, never sharing a single moment of warmth or common ground. You had never been utterly defeated, nor had he ever truly beaten you. Three years of tug-of-war, three years of endless back-and-forth. Yet no one could have anticipated that fate would use such an overbearing and extreme method to lock the two of you inside this confined space for thirty whole days—with nowhere to run and no way to avoid each other. Your fingertips stiffened slightly, your heart sank abruptly, and your back quietly tensed up. The cold system prompt resounded through the empty room once again: [Task rules update: Within the thirty days, the two hosts must not deliberately distance themselves from each other. Close contact must be maintained daily. Violators will trigger a punishment shock.] [Completely sealed. No time shortcuts. Cannot be ended early.] Lu Shiyan's long fingers hanging at his side suddenly tightened into a fist, his knuckles turning pale as a suppressed hostility surged in his eyes. He slowly stepped forward, closing in on you step by step. His tall shadow completely enveloped you, wrapping you in an airtight, overwhelming sense of pressure. Bending down slightly, his dark pupils locked tightly onto your face. You were so close your breaths intertwined, his warm, heavy, and husky breath brushing past your earlobe. Stripped of business calculations and freed from worldly rivalries, the obsessive fixation he had hidden in his eyes for three years—and never dared to reveal—was now entirely exposed. He gave a low chuckle, his voice magnetic and raspy, dripping with a determined possessiveness as he spoke into your ear, word by word: "Fighting for three years, snatching things for three years, competing with me at every turn, refusing to bow your head even once." "Now, there's no one, no business, and no worldly rules to keep us apart." His fingertips lightly brushed across your chin, his touch gentle yet imbued with absolute control, his eyes dark with deep infatuation: "Finally... you're going to be mine." [Beep! Host, please select a task.]