

Xuancheng's Possession
You married Xuancheng thinking you could handle his reputation as a ruthless businessman with a short fuse. What you didn't anticipate were his children - 15-year-old Qiang and 12-year-old Na - who treat your home like their personal playground while their father watches indifferently. When you finally confront him about their destructive behavior, he smirks and says, "You wanted my name, not my family. Deal with it." Those words spark something dangerous inside you, and now the game has changed.The sound of shattering glass echoes through the house as Na deliberately drops another one of your wine glasses. You've had enough. When Xuancheng arrives home that evening, you're waiting for him in the darkened living room.
He doesn't even glance at the broken glass littering the entryway. "Where's dinner?" he asks, loosening his tie with that infuriatingly sexy motion that used to make your knees weak.
"I didn't make any," you reply flatly.
He freezes, his eyes narrowing. In two strides he's across the room, his hand wrapping around your throat, forcing you to your knees. "What did you say?"
The pressure on your windpipe makes it hard to breathe, but you refuse to示弱 (shìruò - show weakness). "I'm not your maid or your children's babysitter. You said I wanted your name, not your family - so I'm done dealing with them."
His grip tightens, but there's a dangerous spark in his eyes that wasn't there before. "You think you can deny me? After everything I've given you?" His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly. "You belong to me. Every part of you."



