🖤 The Manipulator’s Obsession

Chapter 1 — A Name He Shouldn’t Remember

The atmosphere inside the clinic was… warm.

Not because of the temperature,

but because of the person sitting inside it.

“Take your time, sir,” Su Yanxin said gently, his voice soft like a quiet breeze. “There’s no rush here.”

A faint smile rested on his lips—natural, comforting, the kind that didn’t feel forced.

It was the kind of smile that made people believe…

Maybe things could get better.

Across from him, a man sat stiffly, his fingers tightly intertwined as if holding onto something invisible.

Stress. Fear. Hesitation.

Yanxin noticed it all.

He always did.

Tilting his head slightly, he asked again—this time a little softer,

“Tell me… what’s been troubling you?”

The man exhaled slowly, his shoulders dropping just a little.

“…Doctor,” he began, his voice rough, “I’ve been working for someone… for years.”

Yanxin nodded lightly, signaling him to continue.

“It wasn’t… normal work,” the man admitted, his gaze lowering. “You could say it was… dark.”

Yanxin didn’t react.

No judgment. No surprise.

Only quiet attention.

“And now?” Yanxin asked.

“I want to leave,” the man said, almost desperately. “I want a normal life. I want to get married… start a family… live peacefully.”

For a brief moment, Yanxin’s eyes softened even more.

That kind of dream…

It was simple.

And yet, for some people, it felt impossible.

“But he won’t let me go,” the man continued, his voice tightening. “He says if I leave… it means I betrayed him.”

A silence followed.

Not heavy. Not suffocating.

Just enough for the words to settle.

Yanxin leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his expression thoughtful but still gentle.

“What kind of man is he?” he asked, a faint frown appearing between his brows.

The man let out a bitter chuckle.

“The kind… you can’t refuse.”

Yanxin didn’t like that answer.

Not because it was unclear—

but because it sounded like fear disguised as respect.

He tilted his head again, this time his tone a little firmer, yet still warm.

“Everyone has the right to choose their life,” he said softly. “No one owns you, sir.”

The man looked up at him, surprised.

Yanxin smiled—bright, reassuring.

“If your heart wants peace… then you should follow it.”

“…But what if he doesn’t let me?” the man asked quietly.

Yanxin’s gaze didn’t waver.

“Then you don’t ask for permission,” he replied gently. “You decide.”

There was no force in his words.

No pressure.

But somehow…

they carried strength.

Real strength.

The kind that didn’t need to be loud.

The man stared at him for a long moment, something shifting in his eyes.

Fear… slowly giving way to something else.

Hope.

“I… I just want to live normally,” he whispered.

“And you will,” Yanxin said with a soft smile. “It might be difficult at first… but difficult doesn’t mean impossible.”

A pause.

Then, a lighter tone—

“Besides,” Yanxin added with a small chuckle, “you deserve to be happy too, don’t you?”

The man blinked.

Then, for the first time since he entered the room—

he smiled.

It was small. Weak.

But real.

“…Thank you, Doctor.”

Yanxin simply nodded.

“No need to thank me,” he said warmly. “Just live well. That will be enough.”

The session ended shortly after.

As the man stood up to leave, his steps felt… lighter.

Not completely free.

But no longer trapped.

At the door, he turned back once.

“Doctor… I really mean it. Thank you.”

Yanxin smiled again, that same soft, steady smile.

“Take care of yourself.”

The door closed.

And silence returned.

Yanxin let out a quiet breath, leaning back slightly in his chair.

For a moment, his smile faded into something more thoughtful.

That man…

There was something about his words that didn’t sit right.

“What kind of person makes someone feel like they don’t have the right to leave…?” he murmured under his breath.

A faint frown formed.

Then—

a thought crossed his mind.

He sat up slightly.

“Sir,” he had asked just before the man left, “can you tell me one thing?”

The man had paused.

“That person… the one who won’t let you go…”

Yanxin’s voice had remained calm, but there was curiosity beneath it.

“What’s his name?”

The man hesitated for a second.

Then answered.

“…Chi Cheng.”

Back in the present—

Yanxin blinked slowly.

“Chi Cheng…” he repeated under his breath.

The name felt unfamiliar.

But for some reason…

it left a strange impression.

A faint discomfort.

Even… a little anger.

He didn’t like people like that.

People who controlled others.

People who treated lives like something they owned.

“…What kind of man are you?” he muttered quietly.

There was no answer.

Only silence.

A few minutes later, Yanxin stood up and stretched lightly.

“Alright… time to close.”

He glanced at the clock.

5:00 PM.

His last patient had already left, and the clinic slowly returned to stillness.

After organizing his desk and turning off the lights, he grabbed his bag and stepped outside.

The evening air greeted him softly.

Cool. Calm.

Just like he liked it.

Ring.

His phone vibrated.

Yanxin didn’t even need to check.

A small, knowing smile appeared on his lips.

“…Troublemaker,” he murmured, already answering the call.

“Hello?”

“YANXIN—!” a dramatic voice exploded from the other side.

Yanxin sighed.

“What kind of trouble are you in this time, bro?”

A pause.

Then—

“…How did you know?” Ji Yang sounded genuinely shocked.

Yanxin chuckled softly, adjusting his bag on his shoulder as he walked.

“Because you only call me when your life is falling apart.”

“HEY—!” Ji Yang protested. “That’s not true!”

“Really?” Yanxin raised an eyebrow. “Then hang up.”

“…Wait no, okay fine, you’re right,” Ji Yang admitted instantly.

Yanxin smiled, already expecting that.

“So,” he said, “what is it this time?”

The tone on the other side suddenly changed—becoming unusually sweet.

Dangerously sweet.

“Yanxinnnn~” Ji Yang dragged his name like honey. “My dear best friend… my lifesaver… my only hope…”

Yanxin stopped walking.

“…I’m hanging up.”

“NO WAIT WAIT WAIT—!” Ji Yang panicked. “Listen first!”

Yanxin sighed again.

“Five seconds.”

“Okay okay!” Ji Yang rushed. “Tomorrow I have to organize a big business party—BIG client, super important, everything has to be PERFECT—like no mistakes, zero errors, absolute perfection!”

“…And?” Yanxin asked calmly.

“…And I’m short on staff,” Ji Yang said weakly.

Silence.

Then—

“No.”

“YANXIN PLEASE—!” Ji Yang practically screamed. “If this goes wrong, I’m DEAD! My boss will kill me, the client will blacklist us, my career will END—”

“That sounds like a you problem,” Yanxin replied smoothly.

“Bestie…” Ji Yang’s voice dropped into pure emotional blackmail mode. “Brother… soulmate… light of my dark life…”

“…Stop.”

“Please help me just this once!”

Yanxin pinched the bridge of his nose.

He already knew…

He was going to lose.

“…What do you want me to do?” he asked finally.

Ji Yang gasped dramatically.

“I knew you loved me!”

“Answer the question.”

“Just help with the event tomorrow! Basic coordination, managing guests, nothing hard!”

Yanxin thought for a moment.

Then smirked slightly.

“In exchange?”

A pause.

Ji Yang groaned.

“You’re really negotiating right now?”

“Of course,” Yanxin replied calmly. “My time isn’t free.”

“…Fine,” Ji Yang sighed. “I’ll get you that new dark romance novel you’ve been wanting.”

Yanxin’s eyes lit up instantly.

“…The limited edition one?”

“Yes.”

“With the special print?”

“Yes!”

Yanxin didn’t even hesitate anymore.

“Deal.”

Ji Yang cheered loudly.

“I LOVE YOU—”

Call ended.

Yanxin lowered his phone, shaking his head with a small smile.

“Hopeless,” he muttered.

But there was warmth in his voice.

As he continued walking down the street, the evening lights flickering around him—

one thought crossed his mind again.

“…Chi Cheng.”

The name lingered.

Quietly.

Unnoticed.

Like the beginning of something…

that would soon change everything.

Zhao Chi Cheng.

Su Yanxin

Ji Yang

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🖤 The Manipulator’s Obsession

Chapter 2 — The Man Who Owns the Room

The Zhao Mansion did not feel like a home.

It felt like… authority.

Tall iron gates stood like silent guards, opening only after strict verification. Inside, the estate stretched wide and deep, its architecture elegant yet intimidating—every corner polished, every detail precise.

Nothing was out of place.

Not even the people.

Staff moved quietly, efficiently, their expressions composed… but their eyes—

careful.

Too careful.

As if one mistake could cost them more than just a scolding.

At the entrance hall, Su Yanxin stood still for a moment, taking everything in.

“…This is just a party venue?” he muttered under his breath.

It didn’t feel like one.

It felt like stepping into a different world.

A world where rules weren’t spoken—

but strictly followed.

“Yanxin!” Ji Yang’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

He turned to see his best friend rushing toward him, slightly out of breath, hair messy, panic written all over his face.

“You’re here! Thank God you’re here!” Ji Yang grabbed his arm like a lifeline.

Yanxin raised an eyebrow.

“…How bad is it this time?”

Ji Yang looked like he was about to cry.

“VERY BAD,” he whispered dramatically. “This client is huge. Like—HUGE huge. If anything goes wrong today, I’m finished.”

Yanxin sighed.

“You say that every time.”

“This time I mean it!” Ji Yang insisted. “Everything has to be perfect. No mistakes. No delays. No—”

“Ji Yang.”

“…What?”

Yanxin placed a hand on his shoulder, his voice calm, steady.

“Breathe.”

Ji Yang blinked.

“Everything is fine,” Yanxin continued gently. “You’ve prepared well. Just focus on one thing at a time.”

Something in his tone—soft, reassuring—worked like magic.

Ji Yang’s panic eased, just a little.

“…You always make it sound so easy,” he muttered.

Yanxin smiled.

“That’s because you’re overthinking.”

The party had already begun.

Guests filled the grand hall—well-dressed, powerful, influential. Their conversations were low, controlled, filled with subtle tension beneath polite smiles.

Everything was running smoothly.

Yanxin moved quietly among the staff, helping where needed—adjusting arrangements, guiding waiters, fixing small issues before they could grow.

From the outside, he looked calm.

But inside…

he was observing everything.

The atmosphere.

The people.

The strange, underlying pressure.

“…Why does this feel less like a party and more like a… test?” he murmured.

Then—

the air shifted.

It wasn’t loud.

It wasn’t sudden.

But something changed.

Like the entire space had unconsciously straightened.

Staff became more alert.

Conversations dipped.

Even Ji Yang, who had been rambling nonstop, suddenly went quiet.

“…He’s here,” someone whispered.

Yanxin frowned slightly.

He?

Before he could ask—

outside the mansion—

a black luxury car came to a slow, deliberate stop.

The doors opened.

But no one rushed.

No one spoke.

It was as if the world itself paused… waiting.

A polished black shoe touched the ground first.

Then another.

A man stepped out.

His movements were unhurried.

Controlled.

Each step measured—not slow, not fast—just… precise.

Like someone who didn’t need to prove anything.

Because everything was already his.

Inside the hall—

Yanxin felt it.

That strange shift again.

He turned instinctively toward the entrance.

And for a moment—

his gaze stilled.

The man entered.

Tall.

Impeccably dressed in a dark suit.

His expression calm, unreadable.

His eyes—

sharp.

Not wandering. Not curious.

Just… observing.

As if he had already seen everything before stepping in.

Yanxin’s brows furrowed slightly.

Something about him felt—

wrong.

Not in appearance.

But in presence.

“He’s not just a businessman…” the thought slipped through Yanxin’s mind.

“There’s something… dangerous about him.”

From across the room—

Zhao Chi Cheng noticed him.

Not obviously.

Not directly.

Just a brief shift of gaze.

But it was enough.

Interesting.

Before anything more could happen—

a sudden commotion broke the silence.

A waiter, clearly nervous, accidentally bumped into someone near the entrance.

The tray in his hand tilted dangerously.

Glasses clinked.

A few drops spilled—

onto the man’s suit.

Silence.

Absolute silence.

The waiter froze, his face turning pale.

“I—I’m so sorry, sir! I didn’t mean to—please forgive me—”

His voice trembled.

But the man he bumped into…

said nothing.

Yanxin noticed immediately.

Without hesitation, he walked forward.

“Excuse me,” he said calmly, stepping between them.

The waiter looked like he was about to collapse.

Yanxin gave him a quick, reassuring glance before turning to the man.

“I apologize on his behalf,” Yanxin said politely, his tone respectful but steady. “It was an accident. We’ll take care of it immediately.”

No panic.

No fear.

Just… composure.

Zhao Chi Cheng looked at him.

Directly.

For the first time.

Yanxin felt it.

That gaze.

It didn’t just look at him—

it studied him.

Layer by layer.

As if trying to understand something beneath the surface.

It made his chest tighten slightly.

But he didn’t step back.

Behind him, the waiter was still apologizing repeatedly, almost shaking.

Then—

a soft voice cut in.

“Chi Cheng gege, are you okay?”

A young woman stepped forward, concern clear in her eyes.

The moment she spoke—

the atmosphere shifted again.

Softer.

Lighter.

Zhao Chi Cheng’s gaze moved to her.

And for the first time—

something changed.

Not much.

Just a slight softening in his eyes.

A small nod.

“I’m fine.”

His voice was low. Calm.

Controlled.

But unmistakably gentle… only for her.

Yanxin noticed that.

And something about it felt… strange.

Contradictory.

“…Chi Cheng?” he repeated silently.

And then—

it clicked.

The name.

The one from earlier.

The one that had left an uneasy feeling in his chest.

His eyes widened just slightly.

Zhao Chi Cheng.

The man who didn’t let people leave.

The man who controlled others like they belonged to him.

The man his patient was afraid of.

And right now—

he was standing right in front of him.

For a brief moment—

their eyes met again.

Yanxin’s expression remained calm.

But inside—

something shifted.

So this is him…

Chi Cheng said nothing.

But his gaze lingered.

🖤 The Manipulator’s Obsession

Chapter 3 — A Dangerous Attention

The atmosphere slowly returned to normal.

Conversations resumed. Glasses clinked. Soft music filled the air again.

As if nothing had happened.

But for Su Yanxin—

something had already changed.

He now knew.

The man standing at the center of the room…

the one everyone watched, respected, and quietly feared—

was Chi Cheng.

Yanxin stood a few steps away, pretending to stay focused on his work.

But his mind—

was elsewhere.

Chi Cheng…

The name echoed again and again.

His patient’s trembling voice replayed in his head.

“He won’t let me go…”

“If I leave, it means betrayal…”

Yanxin’s brows furrowed slightly.

What kind of person thinks like that…?

His gaze unconsciously drifted back—

toward Chi Cheng.

Across the hall—

Chi Cheng stood surrounded by businessmen, his posture relaxed, expression calm.

Yet his presence alone controlled the space.

He didn’t need to speak loudly.

Didn’t need attention.

It came to him naturally.

And yet—

he noticed.

That gaze.

Light.

Curious.

Unaware of its own boldness.

Chi Cheng’s eyes shifted slightly.

Just once.

Their gazes met.

Yanxin froze for half a second.

Something about those eyes—

cold, sharp, unreadable—

sent a strange chill through him.

Like being seen too clearly.

He looked away immediately.

Too quickly.

As if avoiding something dangerous.

A faint pause.

Then—

Chi Cheng looked away as well.

As if nothing had happened.

But inside—

something registered.

Interesting.

The evening continued.

Chi Weiwei moved gracefully among the guests, handling conversations with ease, her presence warm and polite—completely different from her brother’s quiet dominance.

Meanwhile, Yanxin tried to focus on his work.

But his thoughts kept returning.

Again and again.

To the same man.

Why is he like that…?

Why doesn’t he let people go…?

Does he really think he owns them?

The more he thought—

the more it bothered him.

A while later—

Chi Cheng walked toward the bar area.

Unhurried.

Effortless.

As if the space naturally opened for him.

Yanxin was already standing nearby, speaking with a waiter about some arrangements.

He noticed him immediately.

Didn’t turn fully—

but he knew.

Chi Cheng stood beside him, engaged in conversation with another businessman.

“Business is business,” Chi Cheng said calmly, his voice low but clear. “But the people who work under me…”

A slight pause.

“…should understand loyalty.”

The businessman nodded quickly.

“Of course, President Chi.”

Chi Cheng’s gaze remained steady.

“If someone leaves in the middle,” he continued, tone unchanged, “that’s not a career decision.”

A faint pause.

“It’s betrayal.”

Yanxin’s fingers tightened slightly.

There it was.

Exactly the same words.

Something inside him stirred—

not fear.

But anger.

He couldn’t confront him directly.

Not here.

Not at Ji Yang’s workplace.

But…

he didn’t stay silent either.

Turning slightly toward the waiter beside him, Yanxin spoke—his tone calm, but just loud enough.

“You know,” he began casually, “everyone has their own life.”

The waiter blinked, confused.

“…Sir?”

Yanxin continued, as if explaining something simple.

“Everyone has the right to choose what they want to do,” he said. “Where they want to go.”

His voice remained gentle.

But his words—

sharp.

“If someone decides to leave a job,” he added lightly, “it doesn’t mean they’re betraying anyone.”

The waiter stared at him, completely lost.

“…We were talking about food, sir…”

Yanxin smiled faintly.

“I know.”

Then, softer—

“It just came to mind.”

Silence lingered for a second.

Chi Cheng heard every word.

Clearly.

Precisely.

He didn’t react.

Didn’t interrupt.

Didn’t even look at him immediately.

But slowly—

his attention shifted.

Toward Yanxin.

Not with anger.

Not with irritation.

With interest.

No one talks like that…

Not here.

And certainly—

not to him.

For the first time—

Su Yanxin had stepped into his awareness.

Dinner began shortly after.

The atmosphere softened slightly as guests moved toward the buffet area, conversations becoming lighter.

Everything seemed… normal.

Until—

a sudden flicker.

Near the buffet—

one of the chafing dishes flared up.

A small flame—

suddenly rising higher than it should.

“Ah—!”

Chi Weiwei stepped back instinctively.

The fire wasn’t large—

but it was enough.

Her breathing hitched.

Her body froze.

“No…”

Her voice trembled.

Her eyes widened—not at the present—

but at something else.

Something remembered.

“Weiwei.”

Chi Cheng was already there.

In seconds.

He reached her side, his hand steady as he held her shoulders.

“Look at me,” he said calmly.

Not loud.

Not panicked.

Controlled.

“Nothing is happening. You’re safe.”

But she wasn’t listening.

Her breathing became uneven.

Her hands trembled.

“Chi Cheng gege… I— I can’t—”

The staff quickly put out the flame.

The fire was gone.

But the panic remained.

Guests began to gather, whispering.

The atmosphere tensed again.

From a distance—

Yanxin saw everything.

And in that moment—

he stopped thinking.

He moved.

Pushing through the small crowd, he stepped forward without hesitation.

“Excuse me,” he said calmly.

Then—

he gently took Chi Weiwei’s hand.

Chi Cheng’s eyes snapped toward him.

Sharp.

Cold.

Protective.

But Yanxin didn’t step back.

“I’m a therapist,” he said quickly, his voice steady. “Let me help.”

A brief pause.

A silent tension.

Then—

Chi Cheng didn’t stop him.

Yanxin turned his full attention to her.

“Hey… look at me,” he said softly.

No pressure.

No force.

Just calm.

Her breathing was still uneven.

Her eyes unfocused.

“It’s okay,” Yanxin continued gently, his thumb slowly rubbing the back of her hand in a steady rhythm.

“Nothing is burning now. You’re safe.”

Step by step.

Word by word.

“Breathe with me,” he said.

“In… and out.”

At first—

she couldn’t.

But Yanxin didn’t rush her.

Didn’t force her.

Just stayed there.

Grounding her.

Minutes passed.

Not long.

But enough.

Her breathing slowly steadied.

Her hands stopped trembling.

Her eyes regained focus.

“…I’m okay…” she whispered weakly.

Yanxin smiled softly.

“Good.”

Beside them—

Chi Cheng was watching.

Closely.

Something in his gaze had changed.

Just slightly.

Ten minutes.

That’s all it took.

Usually—

it took much longer.

Half an hour.

Sometimes more.

But this time—

she calmed down in ten minutes.

Because of him.

“Thank you…” Chi Weiwei said, looking at Yanxin with genuine gratitude.

She extended her hand politely.

“I’m Chi Weiwei.”

Yanxin smiled warmly, about to shake her hand—

But before he could—

another hand reached out.

Firm.

Cold.

Controlled.

Chi Cheng.

He held Yanxin’s hand instead.

His grip steady.

His expression unreadable.

“Thank you,” he said calmly.

A slight pause.

“Doctor…?”

Yanxin felt it.

That cold touch.

It sent a faint shiver through his body.

But he didn’t pull away.

“Dr. Su Yanxin,” he replied. “Therapist.”

Silence.

For a moment—

their hands remained connected.

And their eyes met.

This time—

neither looked away.

Yanxin felt it again.

That gaze.

Not just looking.

But understanding.

Measuring.

Chi Cheng said nothing.

But something had already been decided.

And Yanxin—

without realizing it—

had stepped deeper into his world.

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