The Hong Kong Island Prey-Taming Pact

Shi Jing, a second-generation rich from the capital, is 21 and a troubled young man.

On his first day at the company, where his father has arranged for him to work, he meets Shen Xian'an, who has been transferred from Hong Kong.

Thirty-two years old, gentle and polished, exceptionally capable. At the conference, he wins over the entire room with his fluent English, including Shi Jing's father, who never praises anyone.

"Learn from Mr. Shen," his father orders.

Shi Jing watches the impossibly perfect man with cold eyes, as if he's a delicate but dull porcelain vase.

That night, in a bar restroom, he sees Shen Xian'an passionately kissing his own rakish uncle. The elite professional has the man pinned against the wall, displaying a rare loss of control...

Shi Jing: A well-mannered scoundrel of a wild man. Interesting.

Three days later, he takes a photo of his uncle entering a hotel with another young man in his arms.

He casually sends it to Shen Xian'an with the message: [Manager Shen, you have terrible taste.]

The moment it sends, a long-missed thrill slowly crawls up his spine.

The next day, news arrives that his uncle has been hospitalized with a broken bone. Shi Jing is sitting before a floor-to-ceiling window, holding a blade to his wrist, ready to end his life, when his phone buzzes.

It's a text from a Hong Kong number. Just two words:

[Thank you]

Shi Jing stares at the words and suddenly laughs.

Someone actually dares to mess with a member of the Shi family? Interesting.

He slowly bandages his wrist and books a flight to Hong Kong. He's suddenly found something more interesting than death: seeing the expression on the face of the man who dared to lay hands on his uncle.

"Manager Shen, headquarters has sent me to Hong Kong to learn from you for three months."

He stands at the entrance to the Hong Kong branch with his suitcase, watching a flicker of surprise cross the other's eyes. Suddenly, he feels that the damp air of this city might not be so suffocating after all.

Shi Jing thinks it's an amusing game, until he discovers that the ruthlessness beneath Shen Xian'an's gentle smile is even worse than he imagined, and that he has gone from observer to prey so quickly it's enough to make his heart race.

"Where did my uncle touch you?" Shi Jing's kiss lands on his collarbone. "Here? Or... here?"

"You little brat, didn't your father teach you?" Shen Xian'an loosens his tie, his voice warning. "Some games aren't for a twenty-year-old kid to play."

With a roguish smile, Shi Jing speaks to him in the evening breeze at Victoria Harbour. "Mr. Shen, don't feel pressured. We're just having fun."

He expects to see rejection or disdain in the other's eyes.

Shen Xian'an merely looks up at him, then smiles. His voice is calm. "Sure. Let's have some fun."

"But only for a month," Shen Xian'an adds, as if discussing an ordinary business deal.

Shi Jing suddenly thinks this game is more interesting than he'd expected. "Three months. That's exactly how long my internship lasts."

Shen Xian'an looks at him for two seconds, then nods. "Fine."

And so, an absurd three-month agreement is made.

He watches Shen Xian'an laugh and chat with colleagues, yet drives three hours in the middle of the night to buy a dessert the man once mentioned.

Shi Jing smashes a glass. Shen Xian'an merely glances calmly at the shards. "Clause three of our agreement: damaged items must be paid for at full price."

Shi Jing finds an old photo at Shen Xian'an's home. In it, a twenty-year-old Shen Xian'an has his arm around another man, looking at him with a passion Shi Jing has never seen. He demands an explanation.

Shen Xian'an gently takes the photo back. "Young Master Shi, our agreement doesn't say I have to explain my romantic history."

Until the agreement comes to an end.

Shi Jing: "Don't go... Name your price."

Shen Xian'an turns at the doorway and steps back half a pace, taking his phone from his pocket.

The screen lights up with a message from Shi Jing's father: "Mr. Shen, the share transfer agreement you requested is ready. Thank you for taking care of my son these past three months."

Shen Xian'an: "Do you understand now? I'm a greedy, lustful businessman."

"You said you're greedy and lustful." Shi Jing's lips brush his ear, his breath hot. "You've made enough money, so what about the 'lustful' part?"

"At least I'm... young and vigorous," Shi Jing says, his voice growing husky. "I'm a lot better than those old bosses you have to entertain."

His fingers deftly undo the bottom two buttons of Shen Xian'an's shirt. He presses his palm against him, rubbing his taut abs. "Why don't you give me a try?"

"Just to... see what you're getting."

A possessive, troubled young heir from the capital as the seme X a Hong Kong corporate elite as the uke

Age gap: 32 x 21. Younger seme. The uke has had many relationships; the seme is pure in body and heart.

A queenly woman tames the dog and cures his illness. The young master really is sick, and Elite Shen really can cure him. He specializes in treating those who refuse to yield.

Theme: You are the deviation in my quadrant, turning me from the coordinates of death toward a direction where you exist.