The city lights shimmered as Chen Yuxi stepped out of the office with Lin Guo. The tension of the past few days—the sabotage, the humiliation, Yue Xinyan's arrest—finally began to lift.
"You handled everything perfectly," Lin Guo murmured, his hand brushing hers as they walked. Possessive, intimate, and impossible to ignore.
Yuxi blushed, trying to maintain some composure. "It wasn't perfect," she whispered. "But… at least it's over."
"Over?" He smirked, pulling her gently toward his sleek black car. "I think it's just the beginning… of how much fun we can have."
The car ride was quiet, tension simmering beneath the surface. His thumb brushed hers subtly, possessive, reminding her—and anyone watching—that she belonged to him.
They arrived at a luxury shopping district. Lin Guo's insistence that they explore boutiques, try on expensive dresses, and taste gourmet desserts felt indulgent, yet thrilling.
"Why are you spoiling me like this?" Yuxi asked, adjusting a delicate silk scarf around her neck.
"Because no one else gets to," he said, voice low, teasing, with a dark glint in his eyes. "Not Yue Xinyan, not anyone in the office… only you."
The possessiveness made her pulse quicken, her cheeks warm. She laughed nervously, caught between embarrassment and the thrill of being fully claimed.
Even Jia Jia, who had joined for moral support, couldn't help but notice the intensity. "Wow… he really is obsessed," she whispered.
"Obsessed isn't enough," Lin Guo said over his shoulder, eyes locked on Yuxi. "I'm protective, possessive… and you're mine."
The evening blurred into flashes of glittering shops, laughter, and intimate moments. Every glance, every brush of his hand, every subtle whisper reminded Chen Yuxi that her world had changed. She was safe, adored, and… dangerously flustered.
And for the first time, she realized: the office chaos, the scheming rivals, even the public scrutiny—none of it mattered. Not when Lin Guo's obsession was hers alone.