That night, the wine glasses were emptied, and the rain outside finally ceased.
What Su Sheng didn't know was that, not far away in the study, another file lay quietly on the desk—a cooperation list. On it, her name was written right beside his.
Step by step, Gu Chen was weaving himself into her world, until he became indispensable.
And she had yet to realize—the door of the cage had already been locked from the outside.
When Su Sheng woke, the first thing she saw was the glass of water on the nightstand—at the perfect temperature, even the rim turned in the exact direction she was used to.
She narrowed her eyes toward the window.
Gu Chen was sitting there. His white shirt had been replaced with a black loungewear set, and he was scanning documents on his tablet. Morning light outlined the sharp lines of his features. He looked calm, like a still pool of water—yet Su Sheng knew, beneath that surface hid strong undercurrents.
"When did you come in?" Her voice carried the lazy huskiness of just waking.
Gu Chen lifted his gaze, lips curving slightly. "Half an hour ago."
"You have a key?"
"Last night you were drunk and forgot to lock the door." He closed the tablet unhurriedly and rose, walking toward the bed.
Leaning back against the headboard, Su Sheng's eyes were cool. "Gu Chen, this is crossing the line."
"Crossing the line?" He lowered himself, one hand on the edge of the bed, body leaning closer, his breath enveloping her. "I thought there were no lines left between us."
She didn't retreat. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and gave a cold laugh. "You're confident, aren't you?"
Gu Chen said nothing, only reached out to brush a strand of hair from her shoulder. His fingertips brushed the side of her neck, feather-light, yet enough to send a subtle shiver down her spine.
"Su Sheng, the cooperation you agreed to last night…" His smile was faint as he paused. "I've already signed it for you."
Her expression chilled instantly.
"When did I agree?"
"Last night." His voice was low, almost brushing her ear. "After your third drink, you looked at me and said—'Do as you like.'"
Su Sheng stared at him. That sense of being led step by step left her deeply unsettled.
"You're smart, Gu Chen." She threw back the covers and got out of bed, deliberately keeping her distance. "But smart men, if they move too fast, often die even faster."
Gu Chen watched her back and suddenly laughed.
"Then maybe I should slow down… so you'll find it harder to let me die."
Su Sheng froze, turning her head to glance at him. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if every detail had already been calculated by him.
"Gu Chen, what do you really want?"
He stepped in front of her, close enough for their reflections to meet in each other's eyes. "I want you."
Just four simple words, but they sank into her heart like a nail hammered in silence.
That afternoon, Su Sheng went to the office for a meeting.
On the screen of the conference room, the proposal Gu Chen had prepared in advance was already playing. Unlike his usual caution, this plan directly tied Su Sheng's brand to one of his companies in a deep, binding partnership. Once the deal began, disentangling herself would be nearly impossible.
She looked up, through the glass wall, and saw Gu Chen sitting casually in the lounge outside. He was fiddling with his phone, as if indifferent to the meeting. But Su Sheng knew—he was waiting for her reaction.
This was a silent game of power.
And from today onward, the boundaries between them would only blur further.
That night, the wine glasses were emptied, and the rain outside finally ceased.
What Su Sheng didn't know was that, not far away in the study, another file lay quietly on the desk—a cooperation list. On it, her name was written right beside his.
Step by step, Gu Chen was weaving himself into her world, until he became indispensable.
And she had yet to realize—the door of the cage had already been locked from the outside.
When Su Sheng woke, the first thing she saw was the glass of water on the nightstand—at the perfect temperature, even the rim turned in the exact direction she was used to.
She narrowed her eyes toward the window.
Gu Chen was sitting there. His white shirt had been replaced with a black loungewear set, and he was scanning documents on his tablet. Morning light outlined the sharp lines of his features. He looked calm, like a still pool of water—yet Su Sheng knew, beneath that surface hid strong undercurrents.
"When did you come in?" Her voice carried the lazy huskiness of just waking.
Gu Chen lifted his gaze, lips curving slightly. "Half an hour ago."
"You have a key?"
"Last night you were drunk and forgot to lock the door." He closed the tablet unhurriedly and rose, walking toward the bed.
Leaning back against the headboard, Su Sheng's eyes were cool. "Gu Chen, this is crossing the line."
"Crossing the line?" He lowered himself, one hand on the edge of the bed, body leaning closer, his breath enveloping her. "I thought there were no lines left between us."
She didn't retreat. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and gave a cold laugh. "You're confident, aren't you?"
Gu Chen said nothing, only reached out to brush a strand of hair from her shoulder. His fingertips brushed the side of her neck, feather-light, yet enough to send a subtle shiver down her spine.
"Su Sheng, the cooperation you agreed to last night…" His smile was faint as he paused. "I've already signed it for you."
Her expression chilled instantly.
"When did I agree?"
"Last night." His voice was low, almost brushing her ear. "After your third drink, you looked at me and said—'Do as you like.'"
Su Sheng stared at him. That sense of being led step by step left her deeply unsettled.
"You're smart, Gu Chen." She threw back the covers and got out of bed, deliberately keeping her distance. "But smart men, if they move too fast, often die even faster."
Gu Chen watched her back and suddenly laughed.
"Then maybe I should slow down… so you'll find it harder to let me die."
Su Sheng froze, turning her head to glance at him. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if every detail had already been calculated by him.
"Gu Chen, what do you really want?"
He stepped in front of her, close enough for their reflections to meet in each other's eyes. "I want you."
Just four simple words, but they sank into her heart like a nail hammered in silence.
That afternoon, Su Sheng went to the office for a meeting.
On the screen of the conference room, the proposal Gu Chen had prepared in advance was already playing. Unlike his usual caution, this plan directly tied Su Sheng's brand to one of his companies in a deep, binding partnership. Once the deal began, disentangling herself would be nearly impossible.
She looked up, through the glass wall, and saw Gu Chen sitting casually in the lounge outside. He was fiddling with his phone, as if indifferent to the meeting. But Su Sheng knew—he was waiting for her reaction.
This was a silent game of power.
And from today onward, the boundaries between them would only blur further.