Lost in a Misty Romance

Mu Chengzi first encountered Fu Shixing when the man was wearing a suit buttoned all the way to the top. His gold-rimmed glasses couldn't hide the contempt in his eyes for everything around him. He didn't even bother to look up as he accepted the cooperation proposal she offered, and the chill around him seemed to wrap him in ice. She thought it was just a chance encounter, never knowing that with that single glance, she'd become the “prey” he was determined to claim.

Fu Shixing was renowned in business circles as the epitome of abstinence. His life ran with precision down to the second, and he never once crossed a line. But Mu Chengzi's arrival completely upended his rules. She dared to point out flaws in a proposal during his meeting, feed stray cats on his private grounds, and even secretly switch his usual black coffee for a frothy latte. A repressed undercurrent suddenly burst to the surface. Under the pretext of doing business, he kept her at his side, filling the contract with terms that left no room for refusal. No one had ever seen President Fu lose control: late at night, he trapped her between the car door and his chest, his fingertips brushing the corners of her reddened eyes, his tone hard even as his breath burned against her; when she tried to escape, he pressed his forehead to hers and declared in a husky voice, “Don't try it. If you run once, I'll lock you up even tighter.”

In this forced romance, Mu Chengzi struggled against his suffocating control, but also saw the sincere madness beneath his icy exterior. Only when Fu Shixing broke his own “iron rule” for the first time to protect her did she understand: his abstinence wasn't indifference. It was a fire that burned only for her, obsessive to the extreme.