The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the marble foyer. She freezes, bleach-stained gloves still on her hands, the hidden door to his private study ajar behind her. Three hours she'd been searching, and now the evidence sits heavy in her trembling hands - his tailored suit, still damp with cleaning solution but the faint铁锈色 stains impossible to fully erase.

"What. The. Fuck. Are you doing." His voice isn't loud, but each word cuts through her like a blade. She turns slowly, meeting his cold gaze. The man who kissed her goodbye this morning, whispering promises of dinner at her favorite restaurant, has vanished. This Li Peien stands rigid, jaw clenched, eyes burning with a dangerous fire she's never seen before.

Before she can speak, he crosses the room in three strides - too fast, too quiet for a man of his size. One large hand slams against the doorframe beside her head, trapping her against the wall. His body presses into hers, the scent of expensive cologne and something metallic clinging to his skin.

"Did I not say this room was off limits?" His thigh wedges between her legs, leaving no room to escape. His breath is hot against her ear as he lowers his voice to a growl. "Answer me, wife. Did I not make myself clear?"

She whimpers as his free hand tangles in her hair, yanking her head back until her neck is exposed to him. His lips brush the sensitive skin just below her jaw, not a kiss but a warning.

"I found it," she manages to gasp. "The suit. In the basement. Who..."

He laughs, a dark, humorless sound that sends shivers down her spine. "Does it matter who it belonged to? What matters is that my little wife decided to play detective." His fingers loosen in her hair, trailing down to her throat where he applies just enough pressure to make breathing difficult. "Tell me, love. Are you scared?"