Chapter Scene 1: When Desire Breaks Through Every Careful Wall
Tang Han Qiu sat stiffly in the high - backed chair of her father's office, the polished mahogany desk cold beneath her fingertips. She could feel the faint thrum of her pulse in her temples, the sunlight streaming through the floor - to - ceiling windows glinting off the diamond in her ring.
A token of power, of expectation — but it didn't matter. She didn't care. Not about her father's endless deals, not about the empire she was supposed to inherit, not even about the men who were supposed to orbit her life like predictable planets.
"I can't stand this anymore," she muttered, pressing her palms against her face. Her fingers flexed, catching the light off the diamond. "Let me go… just let me live for me."
For years, Tang Han Qiu had been a marionette, strings invisible but suffocating, tugging her toward obligations and a life she hadn't chosen. But today, for reasons she couldn't explain, something inside her snapped. Her body, her mind — hers alone. And in that sudden liberation, the world seemed both terrifying and infinitely possible.
A gentle knock on the door pulled her from the swirl of her thoughts. She looked up, squinting through the light, and there she was: Yu Ru Bing. Bright, deliberate, effortless.
Her smile seemed to catch the sun itself and bend it into human form. Even standing there, casually confident, she radiated a warmth that made Tang Han Qiu's chest tighten in a way she hadn't anticipated.
"President Tang," Yu Ru Bing said softly, voice low but commanding, "would you consider… keeping me?"
Tang Han Qiu blinked, her mind stuttering. "Keeping… you?"
Yu Ru Bing's grin widened, mischievous. She leaned forward, resting her chin delicately on her hand, her gaze holding Tang Han Qiu's like a quiet dare. "The price isn't high," she said, voice teasing, almost conspiratorial. "A piece of candy is enough."
Tang Han Qiu's cheeks heated, her pulse quickening. "What… do you mean by that?" she asked, though her curiosity betrayed the carefully constructed calm she'd tried to project.
Yu Ru Bing tilted her head, letting her hair fall in a smooth arc over one shoulder. "I mean… I want to be near you," she said, each word deliberate. "All the time. Watching you, learning from you… maybe even cheering for you." Her tone was light, almost playful, but there was a razor edge beneath it that made Tang Han Qiu's stomach flutter.
Tang Han Qiu's mind spun. She was supposed to resist this woman, to keep her at arm's length, maybe even to despise her. But here she was, sitting frozen, drawn into the pull of something sharp, electric, dangerous. Desire. Affection. Something that smelled dangerously like longing.
"You're… different," Tang Han Qiu finally admitted, voice low, almost a whisper. "I'm not used to this."
Yu Ru Bing laughed softly, a sound that felt like silk brushing against bare skin, and something inside Tang Han Qiu loosened, uncoiled. "Good," Yu Ru Bing said, leaning forward slightly, her lips curving in a slow, deliberate smile. "I want you to get used to it. I want to see that stubborn, impossible side of you. The side that never gives in."
Tang Han Qiu's breath caught. The gleam in Yu Ru Bing's eyes was no longer just admiration; it was a challenge, an obsession, maybe even… love.
"I'm not interested in men," Tang Han Qiu said, almost more to herself than to Yu Ru Bing, as if repeating it could anchor her from the chaos stirring inside her. "So, whatever you're thinking… forget it."
Yu Ru Bing's hand brushed lightly against Tang Han Qiu's as she reached for the candy on the desk. The contact was brief, but it made Tang Han Qiu's pulse spike. Her eyes darkened, and her voice dipped to a whisper, intimate, almost dangerous. "I'm not thinking about him," she murmured. "I'm thinking about you. Only you."
Tang Han Qiu's heart thundered, and she realized she didn't want to look away. She wanted to turn, to flee, to hide herself — but she couldn't. Every fiber of her being leaned toward this woman, toward the warmth and daring in her gaze.
"Then… what do you want from me?" Tang Han Qiu asked, voice barely audible, trembling in a way that was entirely new to her.
Yu Ru Bing leaned in closer, closing the distance between them until the warmth of her breath brushed Tang Han Qiu's cheek. Her voice was a soft murmur, intimate, teasing. "To stay," she said. "To be yours… in every way that counts."
Tang Han Qiu's fingers curled against the edge of the desk. She wanted to pull Yu Ru Bing closer, to close the distance with her lips, with her hands, with every unspoken confession burning between them.
She wanted to melt into her. But for a fraction of a second, she hesitated, caught between the instinct to surrender and the habit of control she had been raised to wield.
Yu Ru Bing noticed, of course. She tilted her head, her lips brushing the tip of Tang Han Qiu's ear, and whispered, "You can let go. No one's watching. No one matters right now."
Tang Han Qiu's breath hitched. Her hand reached up, almost unconsciously, to brush against Yu Ru Bing's jaw, tracing the line of her face. Yu Ru Bing leaned into the touch, the contact sending shivers through both of them.
"You're… dangerous," Tang Han Qiu breathed, a smirk threatening the edges of her composure. "I'm supposed to resist you."
Yu Ru Bing's laughter was a soft ripple, teasing. "And yet… here you are," she said, eyes glinting with challenge. "I could stay like this forever, if you let me." Her hand slid just slightly closer to Tang Han Qiu's, brushing the inside of her wrist with a touch that was intimate, charged.
Tang Han Qiu's chest tightened. She wanted to push Yu Ru Bing away, to assert control — but the thought of doing so felt impossible, even undesirable. She leaned forward slightly, the edge of her lips brushing Yu Ru Bing's in a ghost of a kiss. "And if I give in?" she asked, voice low and sultry, more daring than she'd intended.
Yu Ru Bing's response was a slow, deliberate grin. She closed the last fraction of the distance, letting her lips brush Tang Han Qiu's, just enough to tease, just enough to ignite. "Then… we'll see," she whispered, the heat of her words pressing against Tang Han Qiu's skin.
Tang Han Qiu swallowed hard, every rational thought fleeing as she found herself leaning into the kiss, into the warmth, into the danger. She had never wanted anything like this before — never desired so openly, so completely. And yet, with Yu Ru Bing, every boundary she had built seemed to melt.
Yu Ru Bing's hands slid to Tang Han Qiu's waist, gentle but insistent, anchoring her, teasing her, drawing her closer without force. "Relax," she murmured against her lips, her voice velvet and fire all at once. "You don't have to think. Just… feel."
Tang Han Qiu's hands trembled as they found Yu Ru Bing's shoulders, pressing lightly, testing, exploring. She wanted to touch, to hold, to claim some fragment of this intensity. And in response, Yu Ru Bing's hands roamed with a tender authority, tracing lines along her back, along her sides, igniting fires in places Tang Han Qiu hadn't even realized existed.
"You're… addictive," Tang Han Qiu breathed, her lips hovering near Yu Ru Bing's jaw. "I… I don't even know your limits."
Yu Ru Bing's laughter was low, sultry, teasing. "Then we'll discover them together," she whispered, leaning closer, letting the warmth of her body press against Tang Han Qiu's, the faint scent of her perfume wrapping around her senses, making her dizzy.
Tang Han Qiu's pulse raced, her mind swimming with sensations, thoughts, and unspoken desires. She wanted to push Yu Ru Bing away and pull her closer all at once, to assert dominance and surrender simultaneously. And in Yu Ru Bing, she found herself challenged, mirrored, consumed.
"I've never…" Tang Han Qiu started, but her words faltered, lost to the intensity building between them.
"Shh," Yu Ru Bing said softly, her lips brushing the shell of Tang Han Qiu's ear. "You don't need to. I'll show you." She pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck, a promise of warmth, teasing, and possession that made Tang Han Qiu shiver violently.
Tang Han Qiu could feel herself melting into her, the office, the desk, the rules — they all vanished. Only the two of them remained, locked in a delicate push - and - pull of teasing, desire, and unspoken confessions. Each touch, each glance, each sigh was a conversation more potent than words.
And in that space, Tang Han Qiu realized something extraordinary: for the first time, she wanted to surrender, wanted to explore the forbidden, wanted to let herself be consumed by someone else — and that someone else was Yu Ru Bing. Every glance, every brush of fingers, every teasing smile made it impossible to resist.
"I don't… know if I can control myself," Tang Han Qiu admitted, her voice low, trembling.
Yu Ru Bing's grin was triumphant, playful, and full of heat. "Then don't," she whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to Tang Han Qiu's lips. "Not tonight. Not ever."
And for the first time, Tang Han Qiu didn't resist.
She let herself be seen. She let herself feel. She let herself be claimed, teased, and adored in ways she had never imagined. And in Yu Ru Bing's arms, she felt something she had never known before: complete freedom, unshakable desire, and the intoxicating thrill of being wanted — truly, entirely, without reservation.
For once, she didn't need to think about destiny, power, or expectation. All that mattered was the warmth of Yu Ru Bing's hands, the brush of her lips, and the dizzying, irresistible pull of a desire neither of them could deny.