When hatred meets romance, and helplessness meets power, what would happen when Chen finds out that his supposed enemy is the man banging him from behind or so he thought?

would he pick romance over finding out what really happened or would he submit himself to fate believing he's let go and forge ahead?.

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He sat within the confines of his office, with dark themed wallpapers and color blinded curtains, his left hand rested on his table while he picked the still steaming coffee off the table and sipped slowly, eyes closed as he savored the taste of what he has gotten addicted to, a bitter flavored coffee. His fingers drummed steadily as he lost himself in thoughts, one that none has ever tried to figure out before...

Everyone feels he was lucky, being the youngest and richest man with influence that spans beyond his home country and the shores beyond, but only he knew at what cost this came...

He inhaled deeply while exhaling slowly, trying to savor this rare moment of peace he rarely experiences… Getting up from his swivelling seat he walked to the windows and slightly pulled it's drapes aside, staring at the city from high above with unknown feelings raging within... A city he had come to hate and like at the same time...

Everyone sees his glory and clamor over his riches, but the losses he took and the nights of agony no one seems to remember,, or maybe they did, just that no one recognized the name any more nor the face as no one had come to see what he looks like...he pulled his eyes from staring outside and stared at the mask that laid silently on the side of his table... It looked surreal and one can't tell it was a mask whenever it's worn... This was what he hid behind, bidding the time when it's right to show his face and crush down those who led to the irrecoverable losses in the past years....

His eyes trailed his office outline, looking at the careful and great craftsmanship, it felt like he wanted to imprint all of this within his mind eye less he forgets what they once looked like... one might wonder just what exactly was running through his mind as this devilish smirk played on his lips....

"Soon, very soon"; he whispered slowly.... closing his eyes his demure seem to change, and it felt like a totally different person…

*Knock*

'come in'; He replied

His secretary came in, with heads bowed as if in fear of this man that stood in front of her with his back to her, he asked "what happened"

"Sir you have a meeting in few hours, you asked me to remind you about it"; she responded, but one can't fail to sense the quiver in her voice as she tried to sound calm and without fear..

'Uhmm, you may go'; he replied, and she ever carefully walked out, just like she was granted mercy… Slowly she released a breath she didn't know how long she'd been holding as she relaxed slightly by the door frame outside….

"Just what have I gotten myself into"; She asked no one in particular…a question she keeps asking herself ever since she started working for this ice-cold man....

Qin He chuckled darkly as his tongue traced his lips, it seemed like he was savouring the taste that came with it...if one looked carefully they'd notice how dark his eyes looks, with unrestrained desires flickering within them... Closing his eyes and reining his desires within...he steeled himself, opening his eyes he turns back and sits down, taking a few documents in hands, he reviews them, putting his signature where it was needed while discarded those he dimmed unnecessary...

The city of Shanghai never truly slept its lights flickered like restless thoughts, its people moved like currents of whispered secrets. But twenty-seven floors above the noise, behind tempered glass and soundproof walls, Qin He stood unmoving, the stillest part of the night.

From the outside, he was the same man they all feared: pristine, calculated, and terrifyingly unreachable. The world had built myths around his silence. Billionaire. Ice-hearted. Untouchable. But ever since that single leak, a flash of speculation, a whisper too loud to ignore things hadn’t been the same.

“Qin He is into men.”

It wasn’t a quote. It wasn’t even a real headline. It had started as a late-night tweet by a faceless account, and by morning, it had set the internet on fire. Companies tried to trace it. Gossip blogs picked it up and amplified it. But within twenty-four hours, everything stopped. Completely.

Every outlet that dared to follow the story received the same message: disappear the content,or prepare to disappear altogether.

That was the kind of silence Qin He could buy. That was the fear he owned.

But rumors are like seeds. Bury them, and they only grow in the dark.

He turned slowly from the window, his hands clasped behind his back. The suit he wore was spotless. Perfect. Lifeless. Just like the man himself or so they thought.

“Report,” he said quietly.

Lin Rui, his ever-efficient personal assistant, was already standing by the door, tablet in hand. Young, sharp, and impeccably dressed, Lin had learned how to move around Qin He without breaking the silence. But even he was starting to feel the shift in air.

“Several gossip pages are still trying to fish. One tabloid in Seoul offered five million yuan for any confirmed photo of your supposed companion,” Lin said, eyes not quite meeting his boss’s. “But none have names. No leads. The last publication that tried to run the headline has gone offline entirely. Per your instruction.”

Qin He nodded once.

Then came the pause.

Lin glanced down at his tablet again, then cleared his throat. “Also, the security team reported someone has accessed the lower gallery twice this week. The same man. No ID. The system flagged him but didn’t stop him.”

Now, Qin He looked up. His expression didn’t change, but something in the air did. Lin could feel it.

“No,” Qin said softly, voice like a knife in velvet. “Let him wander. If he’s bold enough to come close again, I’ll handle it myself.”

Outside, the city searched for answers. But the man at the heart of the storm? He wasn’t hiding he was waiting.

And the one he was waiting for, already knew the way in.

His inner being betrayed his outward appearance, as his heart for once held traces of what was called fear...or was it anticipation?...

He felt that what was coming was more than he could accept, but what couldn't he handle?!