Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 677 My Sister 12

At a high-end charity gala, when a slick tycoon tried to get close to Yun Chu under the guise of discussing cooperation and spoke in a slightly frivolous manner, Shen Bai subtly intervened in the conversation. With his superb social skills and accurate understanding of Yun Chu's business, he gently but forcefully took control of the conversation and cleverly steered the topic away from the main topic.

As he left, he very naturally shielded Yun Chu from the crowd pushing in from the other side, and leaned down to whisper to her amidst the noise (making sure only she could hear): "Ms. Yun, it's too crowded here, let's go."

His movements were gentlemanly, yet carried an undeniable sense of guidance and territoriality. Yun Chu's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly; she didn't respond, but her steps did indeed follow his lead out of the chaos.

He began to intentionally or unintentionally mention, in an extremely natural and casual tone but with precise information, when communicating with other Yun Chu partners or family members, that "Yun Chu is in good spirits today" or "there has been progress on the algorithm solution that we discussed with Yun Chu last time."

He subtly integrated himself into Yun Chu's daily life and work context, creating the impression of a "close acquaintance," as if he were part of her social circle.

Once, Yun Chu was extremely exhausted from work and had a slight cold. She felt dizzy for a moment in the office and grabbed the door frame for support. This scene was caught by Shen Bai, who was there to give the final presentation on the project (he timed it perfectly).

He immediately strode forward, firmly supporting her forearm with one hand (through her clothes, but with an irresistible force), while quickly pressing the intercom button with the other hand to whisper to her assistant. At the same time, in a semi-protective, semi-coercive manner, he carefully and quickly helped her to sit down on the nearest sofa, took the warm water brought by the assistant, and brought it to her lips.

"Ms. Yun, are you experiencing low blood sugar? Drink some water first. My assistant has gone to get the chocolate and medicine. The meeting is postponed." He spoke very quickly, making the decision for her without allowing any room for argument.

The whole process was smooth and efficient, like a well-trained butler, full of undeniable and forceful care.

Looking at his face, so close yet filled with tension and focus, Yun Chu felt for the first time a strange, irritating feeling of being forcibly "protected," mixed with a sense of powerlessness from her physical weakness.

She tried to push him away, but the force with which he held her arm was steady and powerful.

She looked up and met his dark eyes—no longer looking up, but filled with an intense worry and an almost obsessive focus, as if confirming every sip of her water.

She felt a sense of being "locked in," but her body was indeed uncomfortable.

At this moment, Shen Bai clearly saw the "complexity" in her eyes, an emotion somewhere between gratitude and resistance.

This made the possessive beast within him let out a satisfied hiss.

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Shen Bai's meticulous planning finally ignited his possessiveness at a certain critical point.

At a dinner during a major business summit, Yun Chu had a pleasant conversation with a globally renowned young tech tycoon.

The other party is handsome, intelligent, and radiant, and is on par with Yun Chu in terms of career achievements and the depth of their conversations.

Media cameras repeatedly captured images of the two talking side by side, smiling and nodding, while those around them expressed their admiration and admiration for their "perfect match".

Shen Bai watched all this from the corner, his hand almost crushing the wine glass in his hand.

A chilling fear and burning jealousy instantly engulfed him—this was the world where he was "equal" to her!

The "tacit understanding," "considerateness," and "minor sense of dominance" that he had carefully cultivated appeared incredibly naive and laughable in front of this person.

As Yun Chu prepared to leave after arranging a luncheon with the young talent the following day, Shen Bai stopped her in the shadows of an empty corridor outside the banquet hall. Gone was the polite demeanor of a collaborator; he exuded a dangerous, intensely restrained aura.

“President Yun,” his voice was low and hoarse, with an undercurrent of emotion that he could not hide, “had a meal with him and had a very pleasant conversation?” He stood in front of Yun Chu, no longer maintaining a safe distance, his eyes burning with a sense of oppression.

Yun Chu frowned and said coldly, "President Shen, this is my schedule." Her tone was warning; she disliked this kind of overstepping questioning.

Shen Bai stepped forward, almost forcing her against a pillar. He leaned down slightly, his gaze fixed on her calm eyes, and said, word by word, "Do you remember that fool who mistook you for a lifeline four years ago, who was so desperate that she didn't know what was going on...?"

Before Yun Chu could respond, he continued, his voice hoarse like that of a wounded beast, filled with a frenzied obsession:

"You gave him a life, but then completely forgot him!"

"Yun Chu, I spent four years desperately washing away the filth and crawling to your side, just so you could see a new Shen Bai! A Shen Bai who doesn't need sympathy or pity, who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you at the negotiating table!"

“But the way you look at that person now, the way you talk to him…” His voice suddenly dropped, carrying a chilling gloom and grievance, “It’s exactly the same as when I look at you. Both of you are wearing a professional mask… pure admiration.”

"Why should I?" He suddenly raised his head, and the complex emotions that had been building up for four years—gratitude, admiration, shame, love, struggle, and madness—exploded completely into a paranoid rage under the catalysis of possessiveness.

"I've sacrificed so much just to barely get a glimpse of him in your life! Why did he stand in that position so easily? Just because you saved me, does that mean I'm forever stuck in the 'trouble' category that needs to be dealt with?!"

He practically roared out his last sentence, unleashing a torrent of pent-up emotions, revealing his intense possessiveness and resentment.

He stared at her slightly parted lips, a flicker of desire and madness in his eyes, and leaned forward abruptly. But he didn't actually kiss her like he had four years ago.

He stopped abruptly just inches from her lips, a fierce battle raging between his powerful will and his burning possessiveness.

He closed his eyes, breathing heavily, and sprayed his hot breath onto her neck.

When he opened his eyes again, the madness in those dark eyes had receded slightly, replaced by a deeper, colder determination—the look of a hunter, no longer that of a small beast passively accepting charity.

He whispered very slowly and clearly in her ear: "I won't lose control again, Yun Chu. But don't even think about easily categorizing me into the 'forgotten zone' again. I will protect my people in my own way. You decide what to do."

After uttering these words, which sounded both like a declaration and a threat, Shen Bai suddenly straightened up and took a step back.

The intense emotions on his face quickly subsided, and he put on the restrained mask that belonged to "General Manager Shen of Guanzhi Culture" again, as if the outburst had never happened.

He gave Yun Chu a deep look, his gaze complex and unreadable, filled with an unextinguished flame and a cold resolve. Then, without a word, he turned and strode away, disappearing into the shadows at the end of the corridor, leaving Yun Chu alone.

Yun Chu stood there, and for the first time in her life, her meticulous, instrument-like brain briefly "crashed" when processing non-logical issues.

Shock, absurdity, a hint of offended annoyance, but most intense was an unprecedented sense of novelty and... the thrill of being challenged.

She looked in the direction where Shen Bai had disappeared, her eyes like a deep, cold well, yet as if a pebble had been thrown in, causing a slight ripple.

She touched the side of her neck, where her hot, suppressed breath seemed to still linger.

Iceberg, for the first time I truly felt the scorching heat of lava.

An alarm bell rang in her heart, signaling a loss of control, but along with it came a strange, intense throbbing feeling of being strongly demanded, a feeling she herself was unwilling to acknowledge.

She knew that the peace had been completely shattered.

The "little troublemaker" she casually saved has grown into a dangerous beast eyeing the hunter's throne.