To him, she was something far more primal.
His.
Later tonight, when the event ended and the doors finally closed…
He would not let her walk away so easily.
Not after watching her command the room with such quiet power.
Not after seeing how many others had started to notice what belonged to him.
His gaze softened for the briefest moment, but the possessiveness burning beneath it only deepened.
Shuyin stepped away from the circle of women with unhurried grace, her expression serene as though the confrontation had never happened. She accepted a glass of water from a passing tray, fingers steady, posture impeccable.
But the atmosphere around her had shifted.
The whispers had turned into open interest.
From across the hall, a well-dressed man began walking toward her with confident strides. His gaze was direct, appreciative, the kind of man accustomed to getting what he wanted.
From the upper lounge, Lu Yuze noticed instantly.
His eyes narrowed dangerously.
