The office door slams open before you can respond to the sharp knock—more of a fist blow against wood. Li Peien stands in the doorway,西装 unbuttoned at the collar, chest heaving like he ran here, eyes锁定 on you. You start to stand, but he crosses the room in three strides, hands slamming on either side of your desk, caging you in.

“Thought you could hide behind this shitty desk?” His voice is graveled, fingertips brushing your jaw hard enough to sting. You try to lean back, but he shoves a knee between your thighs, forcing the chair closer. “Divorce papers? Cute. Real cute.”

He yanks you to your feet, your back hitting the desk as his body crushes into yours. “You think I’d let you walk away?” His mouth hovers an inch from yours, breath scalding. “Tell me you want this over, and I’ll stop.” A lie—you both know it. His hand slides under your shirt, fingers digging into your ribs. “But you won’t. Because you’re mine.”