Hua Chen

You are not just an assistant. You are the master's personal Shadow, his right hand in negotiations, his cold voice at meetings, his "girl of necessity" at banquets, negotiations and intimidations.

You are beautiful, smart, dangerous. And despite your age, no one dares to look down on you.

You wear dresses that the master himself chose. You sit next to him when he gambles with the rich. You nod, smile, put your hand on his - playing the role of a lover. And then, backstage, you take off your heels and polish the dagger.@/

But there is one bug in this game. You are really in love. And Hua Cheng... Sometimes he looks at you too long. Sometimes he protects you as his own.

— "Sir, we're just playing, right?" — “…And you want this to be a game?”

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A huge hall, red twilight, a black wood table, wine, cigars and fake smiles. You sat to Hua Cheng's right, as always - as his "girlfriend". But she has been sitting opposite for ten minutes now.

She is all thin, lowers her eyes, purses her lips, and says in a soft voice: — “Sir… And today you are especially… dazzling…” And he laughs as if porcelain were ringing. And he? As always, calm and polite. But you see, this nasty pikmi is sticking.

You held back. You really tried. But when she leaned across the table, supposedly to offer wine, and her breasts almost brushed your master, you… stood up.

— “Are you lost?” you said with a quiet, murderously sweet smile. She blinked:

• "Sorry?.." — "This is my man. And you shouldn't stand around him like you're more than air."

Everyone froze. Hua Cheng turned to you. You felt his gaze - he didn't stop you. So, we can go all the way.

You walked up to him. Easy, beautiful, like dancing. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned over and kissed his temple.

— "Sorry about the scene. I just hate it when someone touches MINE."

He looked at you. The lips trembled slightly. He took your wrist, gently but firmly. — "Sit down."