Unlawful Affection

My Final Warning

Su Nian’en’s tears welled up uncontrollably, and Han Xi Cheng felt an almost physical ache in his chest, like someone had struck it with a hammer. Sharp, unbearable pain that stole his breath. This little woman had an uncanny talent for cutting him in two—one moment she could infuriate him to the point of wanting to tear someone apart; the next, she could make his heart ache just as sharply. The thought of hurting anyone, even himself, over her was maddening.

“Su Nian’en, you dare defy me and set boundaries? You’re the first,” Han Xi Cheng said coldly, a dark smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His expression carried a lethal chill as he let her push him toward the side room.

But then she spoke again, panic lacing her voice: “Quick! Lock the door!”

What? She wanted him—a grown man, the unstoppable Han Xi Cheng—to obey her commands? To cower in some cursed bathroom while she faced the incoming storm alone?

This woman… did she think he was weak?

“Move! Lock the door!” Su Nian’en urged once more, her voice trembling, frantic. But Han Xi Cheng remained unyielding, a living wall of control, his eyes storm-dark and unreadable.

Then—BANG!

The door was kicked open. Mu Wen Ying’s group burst in, faces twisted with fury, the air thick with menace.

Su Nian’en’s heartbeat skipped. She froze, drained of color, terror anchoring her to the spot. She looked at the man in front of her—Han Xi Cheng—and then at the hostile crowd in the doorway. Her mind screamed panic.

Han Xi Cheng’s lips twitched into a tight line. Without a word, he stepped forward from the side room, long legs precise, commanding, exuding an icy calm that immediately froze Mu Wen Ying in her tracks.

“Mr. Han!” Mu Wen Ying’s composure cracked. She hadn’t expected him to appear here… alone with Su Nian’en.

Han Xi Cheng’s gaze fell on her, sharp as a blade. “Apologies. I seem to have taken a wrong turn into the restroom. But tell me—what did Miss Mu do to offend Su Nian’en, that you had to make such a scene?”

Mu Wen Ying froze. Han Xi Cheng’s tone left no room for lies—he was here to protect Su Nian’en. Her carefully curated image of the proper young lady couldn’t falter.

Glancing at Su Nian’en, still dripping wet from the earlier encounter, Mu Wen Ying plastered a polite smile. “Teach her? No, no… Su Nian’en is my future sister-in-law. I just heard she took a little fall, so I came to check on her—that’s all, Mr. Han.”

Han Xi Cheng’s lips curved ever so slightly. “Is that so? No matter. I’m in a foul mood. Please inform Elder Mu—I’ll take my leave now.”

He shrugged off his gray suit jacket and draped it over Su Nian’en’s trembling body. Then, without a word to Mu Wen Ying, he swept her into his arms. His aura was icy, controlled, absolute, as he strode out of the restroom.

They avoided the main staircase, slipping down a dim corridor and across the shadowed courtyard to his sleek black car.

Wu Yubai, his assistant, noticed the girl in Han Xi Cheng’s arms. She seemed familiar, but the storm-dark expression on his face made him think twice about questioning it. Quickly, he opened the rear door.

Su Nian’en hesitated, unsure about being alone with Han Xi Cheng—his aura screamed lethal control. Seeing Wu Yubai nearby, she reasoned that at least a third person might temper his impulses.

The car door slammed shut behind her. The partition descended. She realized she had misjudged the situation.

Before she could react, Han Xi Cheng’s strong arms lifted her onto his lap.

His long, firm fingers tilted her jaw upward, and his lips descended in a kiss that was fierce, dark, and possessive.

“Ugh—!”

Su Nian’en whimpered, equal parts pain and shock. This wasn’t gentle—it was biting, claiming, dominating.

In a flash of defiance, she bit back, refusing to be passive. Han Xi Cheng groaned, caught off guard, and released her. He licked the corner of his own split lip, eyes locked on her flushed, panicked face, a wicked smile tugging at his mouth.

“Su Nian’en, your memory is terrible. Didn’t I warn you? No involvement with Mu Jian Chen. No attending Elder Mu’s birthday. Forgotten already?”

He leaned closer, voice cold and razor-sharp. “And didn’t I tell you, if you dared show up at the birthday, I’d break your legs?”

A large hand clamped onto her calf, squeezing with bone-crushing force.

“Ah—!”

Su Nian’en winced, brows furrowed in pain. This man… he could crush her bones if he wanted. She struggled, but his other hand held her firmly against his chest, smoky cologne surrounding her, his grip unyielding, one hand firm on her jaw, eyes icy as death.

“Su Nian’en, this is my final warning. I don’t like Mu Jian Chen. I will not tolerate you being with him. If it happens again… I will not go easy on you.”