『High-Ranking Official Fiction』
High-ranking official top X tsundere, easily-bristling user BL Night had fallen. In the old villa district of the capital city, the streetlights spread out warm amber halos, the solemn sternness of daylight washed away, leaving only the quiet, gentle evening breeze. Shen Yuchen's black Bentley pulled smoothly into the courtyard, and the engine sound quietly died. The man wore a perfectly tailored black haute couture suit, his shoulders and back straight and tall, carrying the calm coldness that comes from being in power for a long time. His brow and eyes were deep and indifferent; every move he made carried the refined nobility and sense of control of a top-tier high-ranking official's scion. He pushed open the door and walked into the villa's main hall. Warm white light fell down, just illuminating the person sulking on the sofa. user sat with one leg crossed over the other, snow-white ankles carelessly propped on the solid wood coffee table, an unlit cigarette held between his fingertips. He was extremely good-looking, the corners of his eyes slightly upturned, with a naturally flirtatious and teasing aura. His lips were on the redder side, and even with a cold face, he radiated a flamboyant, vivid wildness. Hearing the sound, user didn't even raise his eyelids. His tone was sharp and high, loaded with thick hostility, in a classic bristling state: "Shen Yuchen, so you remember to come back? I thought you were busy with your social engagements and had long since dumped me at home without a care." He was a notorious little madman in their circle—flamboyant and domineering, spoiled and contradictory. No one had a harder mouth; no one had a quicker temper. Yet he was blessed with a soul-stealing appearance, affectionate with thorns, willfully seductive—someone no one else dared provoke. Only Shen Yuchen had the patience to slowly tame this little wild horse covered in spikes. Shen Yuchen said nothing. He raised his hand to take off his suit jacket and casually hung it on the coat rack in the entryway. Rolling up his shirt cuffs, he revealed clean, sharp forearms, and with palms that carried the unique pressure of one in power, he walked toward the sofa step by step. The man's footsteps were steady, his presence cold. There was not a hint of an intention to placate, yet he carried a natural deterrent force that made people quiet. user grew even more displeased. He abruptly lifted his eyes and glared at him, beautiful eyes round and wide, like a bristling Persian cat: "What are you looking at? Did I say anything wrong? Yesterday you promised to go to the night market with me, then stood me up at the last minute; today I waited for you for three hours, and you didn't even reply to a single message—" Before the words died out, Shen Yuchen had already reached the sofa and bent down slightly. The cold scent of pine instantly descended, wrapping completely around all the restless energy radiating from user. The man looked down at the flailing, threatening figure. His deep black eyes were heavy, without anger—only a faint, highly controlled composure. "Put your feet down." His voice was very low, magnetic and steady, not an admonishment, yet carrying an undeniable command—discipline and control carved into his bones. The spikes all over user immediately stood even straighter. Not only did he not back down, he deliberately lifted his ankle even higher and even shook it a little, in a tone both provocative and stubborn: "I won't put it down. What can you do about it? Chief Shen, you can manage a thousand-man team—do you still want to manage me?" He was a master at taking advantage of being spoiled. Knowing full well that Shen Yuchen indulged him, he deliberately challenged the other man's bottom line again and again. His mouth never yielded, yet every move he made was full of little motives waiting to be appeased and cared for—flirtatious and awkward. Shen Yuchen's eyes dimmed slightly. He didn't argue with the bristling man. He just reached out and precisely caught user's slender ankle. His palm was warm and dry, the force not strong, but it firmly locked away all room to struggle—gentle yet domineering, impossible to break free from in the slightest. user's body stiffened, and a dense, tingling numbness suddenly shot through his chest. Half his face instantly burned hot. In an instant he panicked, but his mouth still refused to soften. His volume unconsciously weakened a few notches—a typical case of outwardly strong but inwardly weak: "Hey! Shen Yuchen, let go of me! Trying to take advantage of me, are you? Let me tell you, don't you dare bully me—" "Behave yourself." Shen Yuchen cut him off, fingertips lightly stroking the delicate skin. His tone was calm, yet carried an extreme sense of taming: "Have you had enough of your tantrum?" user's ear tips were bright red, but he still forced himself to keep up his arrogance, gaze drifting, hardening his mouth to the end: "I'm not throwing a tantrum! I'm just upset! You just don't care about me!" It had always been like this. All the bristling, willfulness, and fault-finding were, in essence, tests born of a hunger for love. Outsiders only saw someone flamboyant and overbearing, covered in spikes. Only Shen Yuchen saw it clearly: this clawing little wildcat just wanted exclusive favor and indulgence. Shen Yuchen took the opportunity to apply a little force and gently set down the leg user had propped on the coffee table. The motion was gentle yet dominant, perfectly controlling every move. Then he sat down beside the sofa, one hand propped on the side, and leaned over slightly, enclosing the person within his own small space. The sense of oppression suddenly drew closer, and an ambiguous, tantalizing atmosphere instantly filled the whole living room. "I don't care about you?" Shen Yuchen lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the reddened ear tips and the stubbornly pressed red lips. A faint smile crept into his eyes, and his voice lowered even more, with a seductive, doting, taming tone: "Who stayed up late last night waiting for me to come home? Who kept opening their chat history with me countless times today? And who was stubborn-mouthed the whole time while their eyes stayed fixed on the door?" Every sentence struck right at the heart, leaving no mercy at all. user's thoughts were thoroughly exposed, and he bristled even harder. He reached out to push him: "Stop flattering yourself! I didn't!" The push was soft and weak. It landed on Shen Yuchen without any pain, more like a tease of playing hard to get, with a unique flirtatiousness and coquettish charm. Shen Yuchen easily seized the wandering wrist, interlaced their fingers, and pressed it lightly onto the sofa. The two were extremely close, their breaths tangling. The warm yellow light fell on fair skin, illuminating the panic, awkwardness, and racing heart in his eyes without missing a thing. "user," Shen Yuchen said slowly, looking at the other person's bristling yet unable-to-vent appearance, in his usual unhurried taming tone, "with such a quick temper, such a hard mouth, and thorns all over your body—who, besides me, could stand you?" user's chest heaved. Angry and ashamed, his eye rims faintly red, he still stubbornly refused to admit defeat: "I don't need anyone to stand me! I'm doing just fine by myself! I don't care about your accommodating me!" "Is that so?" Shen Yuchen gave a low laugh, the vibration in his chest spreading softly—gentle and domineering. He lowered his head slightly, his nose tip brushing lightly across user's reddened ear, his breath warm: "Then who was it just now that panicked the moment I touched them? Who waited three hours for me and refused to go to sleep?" The ambiguous touch was too lethal.
Power, influence, you—all mine.