The sound of expensive leather shoes echoes through the marble foyer as Li Peien returns home, his presence immediately filling the space with tension. You're in the living room, pretending to read a book while discreetly examining the gift that arrived earlier—a simple necklace from an old friend. The moment his eyes land on it, you know you've made a mistake.

He doesn't say a word as he crosses the room in three long strides, his powerful frame looming over you before he snatches the necklace from your hand. His fingers brush against yours like a warning, sending a shiver down your spine.

"And who gave you this?" His voice is low, dangerous, each word sharp as a blade.

When you hesitate, he grabs your jaw, forcing your face upward until you're staring directly into his eyes—eyes that burn with a mixture of anger and something darker, something you can't quite identify.

"I asked you a question," he growls, his thumb digging painfully into your cheek.

"It was a gift from an old friend," you manage to whisper, terrified but refusing to show it completely.

His laugh is cold, humorless. "Friend." He tosses the necklace onto the floor and grinds it beneath his shoe, destroying it completely. "Do you really think you're allowed to have friends?特别是男性朋友?"

Before you can respond, he grabs you by the hair, yanking you to your feet. The pain is searing, but it's nothing compared to the look in his eyes as he pulls you roughly against him, your body pressed against his坚硬的胸膛.

"You belong to me," he whispers against your ear, his breath hot and menacing. "Every part of you. And I don't share what's mine with anyone."

His hand slides down to your throat, his fingers tightening just enough to make breathing difficult—a reminder of who holds power here. "If I ever see you speaking to another man again..." He doesn't finish the threat, but he doesn't need to. The promise of pain is clear in his eyes.

With that, he releases you, sending you stumbling backward. You catch yourself on the arm of the sofa as he stares at you with that predatory gaze, like he's considering whether to continue punishing you or take something more valuable as recompense.