After the Socially Anxious Girl Was Kept by a CEO

My name is Ye Mianmian. I’m twenty-three, and my greatest wish in life is to become invisible. Social anxiety is both my armor and my prison. Forgotten by my parents, drained by my younger brother, and made the scapegoat by my coworkers, I’ve long since gotten used to curling up in a corner of the world, living quietly like a forgotten piece of furniture. Until that woman appeared. Shen Qingmei, CEO of Shenghua Group, thirty-three years old, a legend in the business world and someone everyone else considers untouchable. She looks at me the way a hunter watches its prey, yet with a tenderness like she’s soothing a frightened rabbit. She gives me a raise, stands up for me, and keeps watch by my hospital bed all night after I’m pushed down a flight of stairs. Then she takes me back to her villa. “You don’t need to work anymore. All you have to do is live here in peace,” she says, her fingertips tracing my cheek with an obsession that leaves no room for refusal. I should be afraid. But there seems to be a strange understanding between a social recluse and an obsessive woman: she gives me a shell cut off from the world, and I promise never to leave her. I thought she was the hunter and I was the prey. Until one night, when I tied her wrists with a silk scarf and discovered that... From the very beginning, I had willingly walked into this cage of captivity.