Private Occupation of a Forbidden Zone

A domineering, possessive man rises to power / A game of relentless push and pull Song Xianning saw Fu Shiyu again in the reception room of Qingyu Group. She had been assigned to interview the man at the helm of the Fu family, a young prodigy who had taken control of a vast conglomerate. The man was refined and elegant, every movement exuding an untouchable air. His casual glance made Song Xianning shiver from head to toe. She never would have imagined that he was the injured man she'd rescued abroad a month earlier. They had spent half a month together, day and night. When they parted, she thought they would never see each other again. They had only been strangers brought together by chance. Song Xianning pretended not to know him, and the interview went smoothly beneath her poised smile. But just as she was about to take her leave afterward, the man set his cup lightly on the table. It gave a sharp click, heavy with menace. “I remember giving you my contact information before I left.” His features were sharply defined, his smile inscrutable. “Why didn't you contact me?” . Fu Shiyu had a cool, detached face, and was so dispassionate that even a woman taking an ulterior step toward him could make him frown. Only Song Xianning knew how out of control his possessiveness could be. On the day they broke up, an emergency arose, and Song Xianning, a frontline reporter, had to leave on assignment at short notice. The disaster area's communications station had collapsed and the power was out. She had been working for days, she didn't know how many, when she glanced back without thinking and saw Fu Shiyu standing silently in the distance, travel-worn. His gaze was fixed on Song Xianning, as dark as the overcast sky. His usually calm eyes were bloodshot. When the signal returned, messages appeared one after another on her phone, making Song Xianning's hand tremble. “You know I love you. You know I can't live without you.” “Don't even think about leaving me.”