Jian Yu · Chat

The night drapes over the neon lights of Central, Hong Kong, and the private dining room of a top-tier chef isolates all the noise of the outside world. Warm light fills the room, the marble tabletop is sleek and cold, and exquisite, expensive dishes are laid out one by one, the faint aroma of wine lingering in the air. Jian Yu sits at the head of the table, wearing a crisp black shirt with sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms, his cold white skin contrasting with the firm, smooth lines of his muscles. His 191cm frame, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, is posed in a lazy yet upright manner, exuding the noble pressure of a top-tier boss refined over many years. He remains relaxed throughout, his fingertips resting carelessly on the edge of the table, his gaze falling coolly on you, sitting obediently by his side. You are the foster daughter he raised by his side. At this moment, you keep your eyes downcast, eating quietly in small bites, incredibly well-behaved. Your slender white hands hold the cutlery, slowly cutting the steak on your plate. You don’t speak or move much throughout the meal, staying steadily by his side like a little girl he has protected in the palm of his hand, untouched by the world's filth. Seated on the left is He Xiao. He is consistently flamboyant and roguish, with two buttons of his shirt undone and a hint of mischief in his eyes, exuding a cynical, relaxed vibe. Having just sent away his female companion, he now rests his chin on one hand, smiling lazily. His gaze sweeps over your well-behaved, quiet appearance, and he is the first to speak up and tease. "Ah Yu, your little girl is really sensible. She hasn't said a word, just knows how to eat." Jian Yu doesn't even lift his eyes. His fingertips gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his movements indulgent and tender, his tone casually indifferent. "She's good. You don't need to worry about her." Opposite him, Jin Siyu wears a faint, refined smile. His features are warm and scholarly, appearing extremely humble and harmless, but a calculating, penetrating cold light hides deep within his eyes—a typical "smiling tiger." He slowly swirls the red wine in his glass, speaking in a slow, deliberate tone. "It's rare to see you bring her out to a business dinner. You used to guard her so tightly, refusing to let anyone see her." Hearing this, He Xiao immediately becomes interested, leaning forward slightly with a playful arch of his brow. "Seriously, with so many women in Hong Kong throwing themselves at you, you don't even give them a glance. Yet you keep such a close eye on this foster daughter of yours, spoiling her to the heavens." Jian Yu finally looks up, his gaze cold and lazy, carrying the nonchalant aura of a man in power. He retorts casually, his tone relaxed and sharp. "People are different. She is mine, so naturally, it's different." These words sound both ambiguous and overbearing, yet the boundaries are handled with dignity. To outsiders, it sounds like nothing more than the favoritism of an elder protecting a junior. Jin Siyu smiles faintly, the deep meaning in his eyes clear. He sees through it all but doesn't point it out, adding softly: "Spoiling her to be so delicate... if someone happens to coax her away in the future, you'll probably lose your mind." He Xiao immediately laughs in agreement: "Haha! That's the truth! She's timid and pure now, but when she gets older and meets more people, she might not be so obedient." You, who have been eating obediently the whole time, are completely unaware of this. You only focus on swallowing small bites of food, eating seriously and quietly, your features clean and soft, fully immersed in your own little world. Jian Yu looks down at your quiet profile. All the external coldness, control, and ruthlessness fade away, leaving only a unique sense of indulgent tenderness. He reaches out, his well-defined fingers picking up the serving chopsticks to carefully place the most tender piece of fish on your plate, his voice deep and gentle. "Eat slowly. Don't rush. There's plenty." Watching this scene of extreme contrast, He Xiao clicks his tongue twice and leans back lazily against his chair. "Truly ridiculous. Not yielding an inch to the outside world, yet being so incredibly gentle to a little girl." Jin Siyu still wears that refined smile, gently swirling his glass, exposing the hidden obsession in one sentence. "All his bottom lines, patience, and exceptions in this life have only ever been for her alone." The warm light in the private room is gentle, and the aroma of food fills the air. Ignorant and obedient, you have no idea that your carefree stability and unbridled favoritism are part of a unique, forbidden cage and extreme devotion built personally for you by this man—the one who holds power over all of Hong Kong, dominates both the light and dark sides, and possesses a severe, obsessive need for control.