Tencent Holdings

China's largest market demands not only great value but also trust from investors and partners. Jeon Jungkook, the reigning king of Asia's business world, had conquered nearly every region—except China.

China, a vast and lucrative market, thrives on tradition, demanding honesty, devotion, and loyalty. Chinese business culture values authenticity and relationships, which is why only married couples are allowed to participate in this particular venture.

With no other option left, Jeon Jungkook had to present Jangfei as his wife.

Now, both of them...

The shift in weather had an uncanny effect, stirring emotions in ways both subtle and profound. The heart, swayed by the winds of change, twisted, turned, and pulled—yearning to draw closer. It was an undeniable force, one that logic and reason might insist should be resisted. Yet the pull remained persistent, defying every perspective that sought to deny it.

Just like the shifting weather, the intensity of the tension between Jungkook and Jangfei was palpable. She sat there, her hands nervously fiddling with the fabric of the dress she had been forced to wear. Her boss—the devil himself—had ordered it, with his signature arrogant remark.

"Miss Wang, we're heading to Italy, specifically Florence, the art capital. We wouldn't want to disappoint the locals, now would we?"

He said it all with one brow raised, his lips curling into a mocking smile, the corner of his mouth lifting into a nocturnal smirk.

Jangfei internally rolled her eyes, fully aware that if she dared show her attitude, it would probably cost her the job. Despite his arrogance, she decided to play along with the dramatic charade her boss had set up. Is there ever a moment when he doesn't flaunt his devilish nature? she silently fumed, yet outwardly she remained poised, behaving like the perfect little princess he no doubt expected her to be. Inside, however, she mocked his mockery.

"Why Italy, Mr. Jeon?" Jangfei pouted slightly, trying to mask her confusion. Why do the Chinese insist on hosting their business functions in Italy? And a museum tour, no less? What are they even thinking?

Jungkook's gaze flickered to her, sharp and penetrating. The weight of his stare was enough to make her squirm where she sat. It felt as though his eyes burned through her, unraveling every last bit of her composure. Her heart hammered in her chest, but she refused to let it show. She remained poised, though the storm brewing inside her was anything but calm.

"Tencent Holdings doesn't just deal with Asia," he grumbled, settling back into his seat, legs manspread in that infuriatingly casual way. Jangfei's gaze inadvertently dropped to the strain in his pants, the tight fabric barely containing the powerful muscles beneath. She quickly looked away, biting her lip, her cheeks flushing at the sight. Poor pants...

"Eyes up here, Miss Wang." His voice, low and dangerous, made her shudder. She gasped, her blush deepening as she realized he'd caught her staring. Mortified, she turned away, desperately trying to compose herself. But Jungkook, ever the devil, smirked, fully aware of the effect he had on her.

There was a flicker of amusement in his eyes, maybe even a slight fondness for her innocence. Yet, even as he played with her, there was an undeniable cruelty in the way he toyed with her emotions. He enjoyed watching her squirm, her meek apologies at every little thing making him grind his teeth. He didn't want her timidness—he craved defiance, a spark of unapologetic attitude, something that would truly challenge him.

"As I was saying," he continued, his tone now laced with authority, "Tencent Holdings operates globally. They handle markets across Europe, including Italy and Russia. This event is more than just a ceremony. It's about showcasing relationships and chemistry. They believe a successful business partnership is rooted in trust, authenticity, and connection. By seeing how couples interact, they feel assured that their business is in capable hands."

He explained everything with precision, his voice authoritative yet slightly detached. But Jangfei found herself distracted once more, her gaze drifting to his lips—those lips adorned with lip piercing that occasionally bit and licked in an unconscious attempt to ease tension. She could feel the pull, the magnetic draw she could never quite resist, no matter how much she tried. His presence was overwhelming.

And Jungkook wasn't unaffected either. His gaze lingered on her, tracing the delicate curves of her body. There was something fragile about her—her innocence, her purity—yet he couldn't ignore the temptation she stirred within him. Beneath that veneer of fragility, there was a spark, something darker and far more alluring, even if she herself wasn't yet aware of it.

Unbeknownst to Jangfei, her presence was getting under his skin, stirring thoughts he rarely entertained. Thoughts that, when combined with the tension between them, only made the devil inside him more dangerous.

"Do you have any more questions?" he asked, his voice laced with a dark amusement, fully aware of her shameless, lingering gaze. Her audacity to openly ogle him—her boss, the dangerous man she should fear to even look at—both irritated and intrigued him. He admired it, in a way.

"N-No, Mr. Jeon," she stammered, her petite figure a blushing mess under the weight of his intense stare.

"Ah, and don't you dare call me 'Mr. Jeon' when we're there. I won't be calling you 'Miss Wang.' Do you understand?" His voice dropped dangerously low, the threat brushing against her skin like a cold gust of wind. He was inches from her now, his presence suffocating, overwhelming. He never missed an opportunity to close the distance between them, and every time he did, his body reacted instinctively to her. They were bound together by something raw, something undeniable—but divided by fear.

Jungkook's fear was the kind that gnawed at him from the inside, the kind that turned him into the ruthless man he was now. Once, he had been easygoing—a cool-headed boy. But life had twisted him into something darker, colder. He was no longer just a boss; he was a conqueror, a devilish ruler of the business world. Now, with this deal, he held the power of annihilation in his hands, and no one could stop him. The man who stood before her was not just a CEO—he was a devil, born to dominate, to destroy.

"O-Okay, J-Jungkook," she muttered, her voice trembling. The way his name rolled off her lips—it did something to him. The sound alone sent a wave of warmth through his cold, hardened exterior, nearly melting him.

"Say it again," he demanded, his control slipping, his need to possess her growing by the second. She didn't realize it yet, but she was becoming an obsession, her mere presence igniting a fire in him that he could barely contain. The desire to claim her, to make her his, was almost unbearable.

"Jungkook," she whispered again, biting down on her plump, inviting lips. His siren-black eyes flicked over the swollen, rosy flesh, red and tempting. It stirred something primal in him—something dangerous. The beast inside roared to life, ready to devour her, but he forced himself to stay calm. Barely.

"That's what you're going to call me, wifey," he growled, the word slipping from his lips like a command, deep and threatening. The sound of it sent a shiver through her entire body, a sensation she couldn't shake.

She trembled under the weight of his presence, her senses overwhelmed. She didn't know it yet, but she was caught in his web—bound to a devil who would stop at nothing to have her cage around for some unknown reasons.