Pinned Against the Door by the CEO
1000 Words
While Su Nian’en was silently cursing Han Xi Cheng through clenched teeth—wondering whether that casually intimate gesture of his, wiping the corner of her mouth, would spark wild speculation among the women nearby—Zeng Shanshan suddenly rushed over, panic written all over her face.
She gave Su Nian’en a quick once-over, frowning.
“Seriously, Nian’en, how could you just—forget it, there’s no time!” She shoved her makeup bag into Su Nian’en’s hands. “Here. Take mine. Go fix it in the restroom. Now.”
Seeing Su Nian’en still standing there, stunned and lost, Shanshan hurried to reassure her.
“Don’t overthink it. President Han looks icy, but he’s actually easy to work with. He rarely yells at people. Go—hurry! Fix it before he finds something else to nitpick!”
Just like that, Su Nian’en was pushed toward the restroom without a word of protest.
Inside, standing before the sink and staring at her reflection, Su Nian’en felt both amused and relieved.
Relieved that the secretaries outside hadn’t noticed Han Xi Cheng’s blatantly inappropriate behavior toward her. In their eyes, she was just a clueless newcomer who’d somehow offended their cold, strict CEO.
Ten minutes later.
Zeng Shanshan personally escorted her to the CEO’s office door. Still worried she might panic, she whispered encouragement, “It’ll be fine. Don’t be scared. President Han’s temper is a little sharp, but he won’t eat you alive.”
Won’t eat her alive?
Please.
He’d already devoured her—more than once. And shamelessly harassed her over and over again.
Once she stepped into that office—alone, trapped in his personal domain—
Su Nian’en’s heart began to pound violently.
She was terrified of being alone with him. His repeated, vile behavior left her nowhere to hide.
Worse, she feared the rumors. Being summoned alone to the CEO’s office—what would people think? What if they believed she was trying to seduce Han Xi Cheng?
After all—
Every woman in the secretarial department was infatuated with him.
Every. Single. One.
Especially Chen Ailin.
She wanted no part in that mess. Let Chen Ailin and Jiang Qingwan fight their battles—just leave her out of it.
Her thoughts were in complete chaos. She was nowhere near mentally prepared when Zeng Shanshan raised her hand and knocked twice on the door.
“Come in.”
Almost instantly.
Han Xi Cheng’s deep, magnetic voice drifted out.
“So unfair,” Zeng Shanshan sighed dreamily. “President Han’s voice is dangerously charming. My ears are practically pregnant.”
She shot Su Nian’en an envious glance, then—under Su Nian’en’s speechless stare—scurried away.
Su Nian’en: “…”
She took a slow, shallow breath and reluctantly reached for the handle of the heavy wooden door—solemn and unfathomable, much like the man himself.
But—
The moment she pushed it open and cautiously peeked inside, she froze.
Han Xi Cheng wasn’t behind his desk.
He wasn’t standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows either.
In fact—
A quick scan of the office revealed no sign of him at all.
Where was he?
If she hadn’t just heard his voice with her own ears, she might’ve thought she imagined it.
Then it clicked.
An office this grand would obviously have a private lounge. He was probably in there.
Realizing she wouldn’t have to face him immediately, Su Nian’en let out a small sigh of relief. The tension coiled in her body loosened—just slightly.
She stepped inside and reached back to close the door—
A shadow suddenly fell over her.
Before she could react, an arm clamped around her waist. She stumbled—and the next second, her heart lurched violently as her back slammed against the door with a loud bang.
Han Xi Cheng had pinned her there.
Su Nian’en never expected him to be hiding behind the door.
Waiting for her.
Shock, anger, and panic surged all at once.
What was wrong with this man?! Did he have some twisted obsession with trapping her like this?
Every time—doors, corners, nowhere to escape.
She knew it. The moment she stepped into his territory, nothing good ever followed.
This man was utterly shameless.
“President Han, let me go.”
Her voice was firm, controlled.
Yet she didn’t dare move. Didn’t dare resist.
Because—
Beyond the fact that a pack of secretaries was undoubtedly watching the office like hawks, Han Xi Cheng himself was not someone she could afford to provoke.
On the surface, he was aloof and restrained, indifferent to everything.
In reality?
A domineering, forceful scoundrel through and through.
So even though Su Nian’en wanted nothing more than to smash his skull open a hundred times over, she could only grit her teeth, glare at him, and endure the way his presence invaded her space.
They were too close.
Not even a sliver of distance remained. Her chest pressed tightly against his—
And then—
“Enjoying yourself?” he murmured.
Han Xi Cheng leaned in as if they were intimately familiar, his lips brushing her ear. His voice was low, teasing, laced with deliberate intimacy.
“Are you satisfied with my… arrangements?”
Satisfied my ass.
The sheer audacity of the question nearly made Su Nian’en see red. She’d already hacked him to pieces in her mind with a machete a hundred times.
She drew a shallow breath and turned her face away, desperately trying to put distance between his lips and her skin.
“President Han,” she asked coldly, “are you done playing games?”
“Games?” He sounded genuinely curious. “What games?”
Her frustration nearly choked her. She couldn’t tell whether he truly didn’t understand—or if he simply enjoyed tormenting her, savoring every second of her discomfort.
She struggled, trying to push him away.
He didn’t move an inch.
Solid. Unyielding. Like a stone rooted in place.
- Writer
