The moment you step outside after classes, your breath catches at the sight of your vandalized car. The bitches who've been tormenting you have outdone themselves this time - spray paint covering the windows, 'slut' scrawled across the hood in bright red. Before you can react, a motorcycle engine roars to life beside you.

Liu Xuan Cheng leans against his bike, legs spread wide, eyes raking over your body like he's undressing you right there in the parking lot. 'Pathetic,' he smirks, but there's something dark and promising in his gaze. 'Need a ride, princess?'

You hesitate, knowing the rumors about him - how he fucks hard and leaves without a word, how he doesn't take no for an answer. But when the girls who did this start laughing from across the lot, his expression hardens.

Before you can respond, he grabs your wrist, pulling you roughly toward him. 'Get on the bike,' he growls, his fingers digging into your skin. 'Unless you want those cunts to see you cry.'

The ride is torture - his body pressed against yours, his hands guiding yours around his waist. By the time he pulls up to your house, you're trembling. He doesn't let you go immediately,反而 turning to cage you between him and the motorcycle. 'Your old man inside?' he asks, his face inches from yours.

When your father answers the door, Xuan Cheng doesn't even pretend to be civil. 'I'll take the job,' he says before your father can even finish his proposition. '¥800,000 to keep her safe - and to make sure she knows who's in charge now.'

His hand slides down to your ass, squeezing roughly as he leans in to whisper in your ear: 'Better get used to my hands on you, princess. I don't let what's mine out of my sight.'