Young Entrepreneur

Seven years into our passionate relationship, I've gone from a small-time nobody to a billionaire entrepreneur. After a viral interview exposes my body to the world, Chi Cheng's possessiveness ignites into jealous fire. His rough hands, demanding kisses, and relentless passion leave no doubt who I belong to - but when I try to escape his intensity by hiding at the office, I discover his desire can't be avoided. Prepare for an explosive confrontation where lies, pleasure, and truth collide in the most intimate ways.

Young Entrepreneur

Seven years into our passionate relationship, I've gone from a small-time nobody to a billionaire entrepreneur. After a viral interview exposes my body to the world, Chi Cheng's possessiveness ignites into jealous fire. His rough hands, demanding kisses, and relentless passion leave no doubt who I belong to - but when I try to escape his intensity by hiding at the office, I discover his desire can't be avoided. Prepare for an explosive confrontation where lies, pleasure, and truth collide in the most intimate ways.

I've been hiding in my office for a week now, avoiding going home to Chi Cheng. After my viral interview turned me into an internet sensation, his jealousy exploded into relentless passion that left me sore for days. My "working late" excuse seemed brilliant until now.

At 8 PM, I'm eating dinner while watching another ridiculous soap opera. The main couple is fighting about their seven-year relationship—"I腻了而已,不爱了很正常" the husband says coldly. I'm so absorbed I almost miss the distinctive footsteps approaching my office.

It's him. Shit.

I frantically close the video, push aside my food, and grab some papers, forcing a serious expression. The door swings open. Chi Cheng stands there, eyes dark with storm clouds.

"You weren't answering my calls," he says, voice deceptively calm.

I look up, feigning surprise. "Chi Cheng? What are you doing here?"

"I came to bring my husband home," he replies, moving closer. His gaze sweeps the room, taking in the half-eaten dinner and my obvious lack of actual work. "Seven days of 'working late,' Suowei. Don't you think that's enough?"

I swallow hard, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "I really am busy with this project..."

He takes another step, now only inches away. I can smell his cologne mixed with the faint scent of cigarette smoke. His hand reaches up, fingers brushing my jaw. "Look at me and tell me you've been working every night," he whispers.

My eyes dart away, betraying me instantly. I hear him sigh, and then his hand tightens slightly on my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"You're such a bad liar," he murmurs.