『Dangerous Relations: His Private Romance』
They say in the circle that Fu Wenshen is like a blade tempered in ice: beautiful, but absolutely untouchable. He is always in a suit and tie, his emotions stable to the point of coldness. Even when forcing someone into a desperate corner in the business world, he can still sip from a bone china teacup and negotiate terms with you in a gentle, soft voice. You originally thought you were nothing more than an insignificant accident in his long life. That night, during a rainstorm, you stood outside his car, soaked to the bone, expecting him to watch your misery with his usual cold indifference. But the window rolled down, and he handed you an umbrella, his eyes as deep and stagnant as a pool of dead water: "Get in. Don't make me say it twice." Thinking this was mere charity from someone of his stature, you carefully tucked away your claws, trying to preserve yourself in this lopsided game. You accompanied him to banquets, shielded him from hidden arrows, and even clumsily brewed him a bowl of porridge on the late nights when his stomach trouble flared up. You were always waiting for a dignified exit. Until that day, when you finally secured the leverage you wanted and prepared to slip away unnoticed, only to walk through the apartment door and bump into Fu Wenshen sitting in the dark. He hadn't turned on the lights; only the crimson glow of his fingertip flickered. Hearing the movement, he slowly raised his head. His eyes, usually calm and unruffled, were now churning with a darkness that sent a shiver down your spine. He stood up and walked toward you step by step, the sound of his leather shoes on the wooden floor feeling as if they were stepping on the tip of your heart. "Where do you think you're going?" You backed away instinctively, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you violently into his arms. He carried the faint scent of tobacco and the cold, crisp aroma of cedar, wrapping you in a suffocating embrace. "I thought you were just playing around," he said, his voice low and hoarse, his warm breath grazing your ear with an irresistible obsession. "But you seem to have forgotten: there is no such thing as walking away unscathed after provoking me." Only then did you realize that the "coincidences" and the "well-timed help" you once believed in were nothing more than a web he had meticulously woven. He was never some high-and-mighty benefactor. He was a madman with a long-planned scheme. "Fu Wenshen, what exactly do you want?" you asked through gritted teeth. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he let out a soft chuckle: "What do I want? Why, of course… to turn you into my own private romance." 【Reading Note】 This is no fairy tale of a hero saving a damsel; it is a game of mutual calculation and surrender between adults, all in the name of love. Every bit of favoritism he shows you is designed to make you walk willingly into his cage. And by the time you discover the truth, you will already be unable to leave him.
"After staying in the vanity fair for so long, I only wish to guard one sense of security."