Dragged Into the Wolf’s Trap
1140 Words
You don’t just look like a bad guy.
You’re a shameless rogue.
Su Nian’en cursed him viciously in her head—but not a single word dared to escape her lips.
“You don’t just think I’m a bad guy,” Han Xi Cheng said calmly, as if he’d reached straight into her thoughts. “You think I’m a rogue too, don’t you?”
As the last word fell, his hand tightened around her waist.
Not rough.
Not sudden.
Just enough.
Enough to steal the air from her lungs, enough to make her breath hitch as if it were being pulled into his chest instead.
Aren’t you?!
You’re acting like one right now!
Heat flooded her face. She glared up at him—at that infuriating raised eyebrow, that faint, lazy smile that looked far too entertained.
She tried to pull away.
Didn’t budge him an inch.
He held her there, unyielding, close enough that their breaths tangled. Close enough that she could feel his heartbeat—steady, unhurried—crashing against her own frantic rhythm.
“I apologize,” Han Xi Cheng said smoothly. “If I made you feel like I was being a rogue… I’m sorry.”
His voice was low, rich—like aged wine poured slowly into her ears.
Too smooth. Too dangerous.
She didn’t know how to respond.
Watching her freeze, Han Xi Cheng let out a quiet chuckle. His mood visibly lifted.
“What? I apologized. You won’t accept it?”
He smiled faintly, dark eyes gleaming as he waited.
Her chest tightened as his scent pressed closer. Su Nian’en finally hissed through clenched teeth, “You’re acting like a rogue right now.”
Shameless. Absolutely shameless.
He kept taking advantage of her—again and again—yet still had the nerve to play gentleman.
What kind of apology was this?
His hand was still on her waist.
He hadn’t let go.
And if he didn’t release her soon—
His broad chest was going to crush her.
How was this not taking advantage?
Instead of backing off, Han Xi Cheng merely lifted a brow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “The bathroom’s too small,” he said lazily. “Can’t help it. It’s crowded.”
“……”
Crowded?
Her face flushed crimson.
Yes, the bathroom was small—but that didn’t mean he needed to press against her like this!
Fine.
Han Xi Cheng was the richest man in West City. Rumor had it his private bathroom alone spanned over two hundred square meters.
Compared to that, this guest bathroom must’ve felt like a storage closet.
She clenched her teeth.
But still—
“What about last time?” she shot back, biting her lip. “Why did you force a kiss on me in the kitchen?”
“That’s not quite accurate,” he replied calmly.
“What do you mean not accurate? Was I kissed by a ghost then?”
“No,” Han Xi Cheng said without hesitation. “It was definitely me.”
“……”
The casual way he admitted it made her want to scream.
After a long pause, she glared at him, cheeks burning. “Forcing a kiss—how is that not acting like a rogue?”
“Is it?” He smiled faintly. “Compared to what you did, mine seems pretty mild.”
“What are you talking about? When did I ever act like a rogue toward you?!”
She was furious—so angry she almost laughed.
He was the one crossing lines, yet now he was accusing her?
“You slept with me in New York,” he said mildly. “Doesn’t that count?”
Her mind went blank.
Rogue.
Absolute rogue.
“That was you scheming against me!” she snapped, breathless with fury.
“I schemed?”
“You did it because of my sister and Mu Jian Chen! You were taking revenge!”
Her eyes reddened as the words spilled out—bright with hurt, like a cornered animal with nowhere left to run.
For the first time, Han Xi Cheng froze.
Just for a split second.
His breath caught.
That hesitation was all she needed.
Su Nian’en shoved him hard and broke free. Her voice cracked as she hissed, “Bastard!”
Then she yanked open the door and ran.
She slammed her bedroom door shut and slid down against it, collapsing onto the floor.
Her fists pressed against her mouth as she bit down hard, swallowing her sobs. Silent tears streamed down her face.
It was too much.
She hadn’t done anything wrong.
She hadn’t betrayed him.
So why was she the one being dragged through hell?
Just because he had power and money—did that give him the right to crush whoever he pleased?
Or was it because she had no parents left to protect her?
She cried until her chest ached, then wiped her face clean and forced herself upright.
She turned on her computer.
She needed a job.
Immediately.
Money meant options.
Options meant survival.
She’d barely scrolled for ten minutes when—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
When Su Nian’en opened the door, Ah Qing stood outside, her expression sharp with disdain.
“Why haven’t you changed yet? Hurry up. The master, madam, and Mr. Han are waiting downstairs for afternoon tea.”
Waiting.
And Han Xi Cheng was waiting too.
Her anger flared.
She’d thought—after everything earlier—if he had even a shred of conscience, he’d leave her alone.
Apparently, she’d overestimated him.
“Hurry up!” Ah Qing snapped. “Mr. Han even asked about you.”
Su Nian’en clenched her teeth, forced her anger down, and replied evenly, “Alright. I’ll come down.”
She slammed the door shut before Ah Qing could sneer again.
The moment she stepped into the courtyard, every gaze turned.
Especially his.
Han Xi Cheng’s eyes burned into her like a brand.
She sat stiffly at the edge of the table.
She knew it.
He wouldn’t let her off.
And sure enough—
“I heard you studied French in New York,” Han Xi Cheng said lightly. “What about German?”
Her heart slammed.
A test.
Or worse—a reminder.
Before she could respond, Jiang Qing Wan smiled and cut in, looping her arm around him.
“I need a private translator,” Han Xi Cheng continued calmly. “German. French. English.”
Song Wan Zhi rushed to refuse.
Perfect.
Han Xi Cheng smiled.
“Then I’ll ask Chen Ailin.”
The name detonated.
By the time Han Xi Cheng left, the trap had already snapped shut.
And the next morning—
Su Nian’en stood beneath Han Corporation’s towering glass facade.
She took a breath.
And stepped straight into the wolf’s den.
- Writer
