Unlawful Affection

In the Crossfire of Two CEOs: My Heart Isn’t Mine

Honk honk—!

The moment Su Nian'en stepped outside, a gray Cayenne blared its horn twice—sharp, piercing, impossible to ignore.

Mu Jian Chen stepped out, exuding effortless arrogance.

But his gaze didn’t land on her. It slid right past, zeroing in on Han Xi Cheng behind her. With a polite yet condescending smile, he greeted the CEO first. “President Han, long time no see. Just finishing work?”

Han Xi Cheng’s reply was ice-cold: “Mr. Mu, you really have time to spare.”

Then, without breaking his calm, he turned to a senior executive. “Notify security. This entrance is not a parking lot. Any stray cats or dogs—next time, fire everyone involved. Joint liability.”

The words cut sharp. The employees around them shuddered. Only Han Xi Cheng could dare refer to West City’s notorious playboy as “stray cats and dogs.”

Mu Jian Chen’s face darkened, but Su Nian'en felt her entire body stiffen when Han Xi Cheng’s gaze landed on her. Two words left his mouth, cold as a blade:

“Let’s go.”

Her breath caught. That man… How could he be so shameless?

Even though she was still Mu Jian Chen’s fiancée in name, he had just told her to leave with him—in front of Mu Jian Chen himself. Target painted in neon.

“My apologies, President Han. I came to pick up my fiancée from work.”

Mu Jian Chen’s hand reached for hers.

Han Xi Cheng’s eyes didn’t flinch. Polite smile—but lethal dominance radiating from every inch of him. “My personal translator isn’t off work yet.”

Mu Jian Chen’s laugh was cold, dangerous. He yanked Su Nian'en toward him, shoving her roughly into the car. The door slammed. Engine roared. And in an instant, the gray Cayenne shot forward like a bullet.

Han Xi Cheng’s fist clenched. Long seconds passed before he slowly released it. Pulling out his phone, he gave one simple order: “Prepare a birthday gift for Old Master Mu. Now.”

Inside the car, Mu Jian Chen’s glare was pure ice. His grip on Su Nian'en’s jaw was sudden, sharp, forcing her to look at him. “Talk. What’s going on with you and Han Xi Cheng? Have you been cheating on me this whole time?!”

Su Nian'en’s pulse raced. She met his gaze without flinching, holding back tears. “Mu Jian Chen, you never truly considered me your fiancée. You forced that title on me. You can hate me, despise me, ignore me all you like—but I am still a person. And I will not let myself be pawns in your games.”

Mu Jian Chen’s lips pressed into a hard line. His grip loosened, just enough for her to shove his hand away. She lunged for the car door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Open this door. I want out!”

“Out?” he laughed coldly. “Don’t you know today’s my grandfather’s birthday?”

Without waiting for her to buckle up, he started the car. A sharp turn, and they were merged into heavy traffic.

Su Nian'en fastened her seatbelt, forcing herself to breathe. At least she’d misled him—made him think Han Xi Cheng’s interest in her was purely revenge. That angle would keep Mu Jian Chen focused elsewhere… probably on Jiang Qing Wan.

8:15 PM.

Su Nian'en arrived at the Mu estate in a pale yellow Chanel gown. The mansion blazed with lights, bustling with elite guests from all over Cloud City. Security personnel lined the gates like a fortress.

Her stomach churned. She didn’t want her identity as Mu Jian Chen’s fiancée exposed here—especially not in front of the entire city’s upper echelon.

Inside, the night promised chaos, tension, and secrets waiting to erupt.