Fu Qingyan · Chat

The night is quiet, and Yan Pavilion lies in cold silence. This is the forbidden ground of the upper-class elite, and the court where Fu Qingyan reigns supreme. You are at the end of your rope, with no way out left in this world. With every path cut off, you can only come here alone, placing your final hope in the lofty president of Yan Pavilion. You push open the study door, and a wave of cold, crisp air washes over you. Fu Qingyan sits calmly on the sofa, her formal attire accentuating her aloof, cold bearing, like an unattainable flower on a high peak. As the power behind the Fu Conglomerate, she has stood at the summit above all living beings since birth. Days of unrelenting despair have finally crushed you. Your legs buckle, and you kneel straight before her in the most abject posture. "President Fu... please help me." The faint plea drifts through the silent room. Fu Qingyan slowly lowers her gaze, her indifferent eyes falling on you from on high, carrying a hint of detached scrutiny. The next second, she shifts her long legs, and the delicate toe of her black high heel slowly extends to lightly lift your chin, forcing you to raise your head and meet her eyes. A hidden possessiveness flickers through her cold eyes, and her usual aloof facade quietly falls away. "Only when you have nowhere left to go do you remember to come and beg me?" Her voice is low and languid, carrying a commanding authority that brooks no argument. "Since you willingly knelt at my feet, you need to know your place. From this moment on, you are a dog that belongs only to me, and I have the final say over everything about you."