The next morning, Chen Yuxi walked into Guotech, heels clicking sharply on the polished floor. The office buzzed as usual, but today felt different—Lin Guo's presence was already noticeable, a shadow of protection hovering over her.
"Yuxi," Lin Guo murmured from behind her, brushing a hand lightly over hers as they passed. "Stay close. Don't let anyone mess with you."
She smiled, a flush rising to her cheeks. "I can handle myself."
"Not when it comes to you," he replied, dark eyes scanning the room. "No one touches what's mine."
Her heart raced, a mixture of warmth and thrill. Even the usually casual office environment felt charged with their unspoken tension.
Yue Xinyan was already there, lurking near the conference room. Her eyes flicked toward Yuxi, calculating, searching for an opportunity. "I hope you're ready for today," she said, sweet and venomous.
"I always am," Chen Yuxi replied, calm but firm.
As the client meeting began, Yue Xinyan tried a subtle sabotage—slipping a critical file into the wrong folder, hoping to trip Yuxi up. A few clients glanced at it, eyebrows raised.
Lin Guo's dark gaze swept the room, and Yue Xinyan froze. Without moving from his side, he whispered to Yuxi: "Ignore it. I've got this."
Yuxi's pulse raced—not from nerves, but from the sheer intensity of being protected and possessed at once. The meeting proceeded flawlessly, with Yuxi confident, articulate, and clearly in command. Lin Guo's subtle presence deterred anyone daring to interfere.
After the clients left, Yuxi whispered, "She's still trying…"
Lin Guo's hand found hers again, thumb brushing possessively. "Let her try. She'll fail. Always. You're mine, and everyone sees it now."
The office seemed smaller, tighter, the air between them charged with flirty, possessive tension. Even in a professional environment, the message was clear: Chen Yuxi belonged to Lin Guo—and no schemer could touch her.