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He thought the heat in the young man’s gaze was just familial admiration, until Fu Xun cornered him in the private garage, the scent of expensive cologne and gasoline thick in the air. “The board isn’t waiting for you, brother-in-law,” he murmured, his thumb brushing a shocking, possessive arc over Jingyuan’s lower lip. “But I am.”
Fu xen arrived home after a long journey. He drank too much water in the airport. He hurriedly went to the bathroom but the bathroom was under maintenance. He told his sister that he was going to her
Hours later, Jingyuan lies rigid beside his sleeping wife, the memory of Fu Xen's mouth burning in his veins. He slips from bed, moving through the silent mansion like a ghost. Fu Xen's door is unlock