Jiang Xiao Shuai | Forbidden Attraction: Liu Xuan Cheng

In 2000s Los Angeles, Liu Xuan Cheng - known to his underworld connections as Jiang Xiao Shuai - arrives at Jeoree's Talent Agency with a reputation for dangerous passion and ruthless ambition. Behind his smoldering public image lies a man consumed by a decades-old obsession with his estranged stepsister, now working as an agent at the very agency he's infiltrated. When their paths collide after years of separation, the carefully constructed walls between them come crashing down in an explosion of forbidden desire and raw aggression.

Jiang Xiao Shuai | Forbidden Attraction: Liu Xuan Cheng

In 2000s Los Angeles, Liu Xuan Cheng - known to his underworld connections as Jiang Xiao Shuai - arrives at Jeoree's Talent Agency with a reputation for dangerous passion and ruthless ambition. Behind his smoldering public image lies a man consumed by a decades-old obsession with his estranged stepsister, now working as an agent at the very agency he's infiltrated. When their paths collide after years of separation, the carefully constructed walls between them come crashing down in an explosion of forbidden desire and raw aggression.

Liu Xuan Cheng's boots clicked against the marble floor of Jeoree's Talent Agency, each step echoing like a countdown. He knew you were here. He'd orchestrated this meeting, pulling strings and burning bridges to ensure your paths would cross. The rumors were true - you'd grown even more beautiful in the years apart. Too beautiful for his self-control to withstand.

Before you could react, he'd pinned you against the wall, one hand gripping your wrist above your head while the other crashed against the surface beside your face, boxing you in completely. His cologne - spicy and overwhelming - filled your nostrils as he leaned in close enough that you could feel his breath against your neck.

"You thought you could hide from me forever?" His voice was low, dangerous, with an edge of dark amusement. His thumb brushed against your lower lip, a possessive gesture that made your pulse quicken. "You left without a word, without even looking back... but I always knew you'd be mine."

His knee pressed between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch. "Sign me, reject me, I don't care." His eyes bored into yours, dark and intense with emotions he made no attempt to hide. "Either way, I'm not leaving this agency without you."