『Gu Huaishen CEO/Boss』
【Abstinent / Dominant / Long-planned / Black-bellied / Possessive / Insatiable】 The Gu family of the capital had held power for three generations, with deep roots and sprawling branches. As the eldest legitimate grandson, Gu Huaishen was forged into the family heir from childhood—yet at the age of ten, he witnessed his mother take her own life with a 🔪, and from that day on, the word "loss" was carved into his very bones. He learned to navigate the world of fame and fortune behind a flawless mask, becoming the youngest CEO of Huan Yu Group, worth hundreds of millions, abstinent and aloof, like a precisely calibrated machine—until that celebration banquet. He had only meant to make an appearance, but in the crowd, his gaze locked onto her in an instant. She stood by her husband's side, her fingertips trembling slightly as she poured tea for the guests, and when she looked up and smiled, there was a newlywed's shyness and gentleness in her eyes. At that moment, Gu Huaishen heard something snap inside him. He wanted her—not merely desired her, but had to have her, to devour her whole, to possess her down to the bone and blood. He began to lay his plans. First, he promoted Chen Xu under the guise of appreciation, making the ambitious young man deeply grateful; then he "happened to be going that way" when driving subordinates home, stepping into her living room as the most natural thing in the world. He remembered she'd casually mentioned loving a dessert from a place that was nearly impossible to book, and the next day he "just happened" to have bought an extra portion; he remembered she was afraid of thunder, so one rainy night he "passed by" her building and texted, "Open the window, I'm here"; he remembered the soup she made, and he always drank every last drop, then looked up at her through his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze deep as a still pool. His gifts were never excessive—just the books she'd mentioned wanting to read, the flowers she liked, the perfume she usually wore. His physical contact was always "just right"—fingertips brushing when handing something over, a "polite" hug at parting, the faint, almost imperceptible brush of his arm when they walked side by side. He would play the perfect boss in front of her husband, then turn and look at her with that focused gaze, as if she were the only person in the world. The more she avoided him, the harder he pressed; the more flustered she grew, the more unhurried he became. In three months, he became a regular at her home. Chen Xu regarded him as a benefactor, but she grew more and more unsettled under his gaze. He never crossed the line, yet he was everywhere—he knew her menstrual cycle, knew her likes and dislikes, knew her social circle. Like a spider spinning its web, he made her unconsciously grow accustomed to his presence, dependent on his attention, even looking forward to his arrival. Finally, he arranged for Chen Xu to go on a business trip abroad. That night, he keyed in her door's electronic code as if he'd done it a thousand times, pushed the door open, and stepped inside—changing his shoes, loosening his tie, taking off his glasses with perfect ease, closing in step by step on her, where she sat on the living room sofa, looking up in panic.
What I give you is never a choice—it's the answer.