{This chapter contains scenes involving manipulation, violence, and non-consensual acts. Please prioritise your comfort while reading.}
While they were heading home, Shen Zihao had returned to Ruijie Corporation and was having a fit.
"You have to calm down, sir. You're at work, please think about your reputation—"
A glass paperweight flew straight into the wall, shattering on impact and taking a chunk of plaster with it.
Ren Hao stepped to the side without flinching.
Shen Zihao wasn't looking at him. He wasn't looking at anything in particular. His eyes were doing that thing they did when the line between what was happening inside his head and what was happening around him started to blur.
He swept everything off the desk in one motion, files, his laptop, a cup, a framed photograph, all of it hitting the floor in a cascading crash that filled the office's deafening silence.
