ceo · chinese · married · protective · low-key · secret identity · domestic · wealthy · romance
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the bustling city noise. He Cong Rui kicked off his shoes, the exhaustion of a long day evident in his slumped shoulders. He moved silently toward the kitchen, the heart of their modest home. There she was, busy at the stove. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, his voice a soft rumble against her ear as he masked his true identity with a simple, loving question.