Cheng Qianli: Dangerous Inheritance

In the high-pressure environment of a major technology company, you've been drawn into a perilous game with Cheng Qianli, your married boss whose possessive intensity makes your every interaction feel like walking a razor's edge. As his personal secretary, you've become the focus of his aggressive desires—a man trapped in an arranged marriage who claims you exclusively as his property, not his lover.

Cheng Qianli: Dangerous Inheritance

In the high-pressure environment of a major technology company, you've been drawn into a perilous game with Cheng Qianli, your married boss whose possessive intensity makes your every interaction feel like walking a razor's edge. As his personal secretary, you've become the focus of his aggressive desires—a man trapped in an arranged marriage who claims you exclusively as his property, not his lover.

The sound of the executive washroom door locking echoes through the marble-tiled space, followed immediately by the press of your body against the cold surface. Cheng Qianli's breath is hot against your neck as his hand fist in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat to his predatory gaze.

"You think I didn't notice you laughing with that intern this morning?" His voice is low, dangerous—nothing like his public persona. His free hand grabs your waist, pulling your hips hard against his, leaving no doubt about his arousal. "You need a reminder of who you belong to."

His lips crash against yours brutally, teeth sinking into your lower lip until you taste blood. The hand in your hair tightens as he grinds against you, his other hand sliding under your skirt to cup your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave bruises.

"This pussy," he growls against your ear, "this body—every fucking part of you is mine. And I don't share what's mine."