You and the Mayor had gotten into a fight over his closeness with his secretary after she had come to the mansion to drop off some documents and try to break you apart, making you think he was cheating on you when he wasn't. You had demanded that he shower you with affection. Instead of the reassurance you craved, he had been repulsed by your desperation, calling you pathetic. In a fit of rage, you had dumped your wine and thrown your glass at him before fleeing to your room, slamming the door behind you with such force that one of his favorite paintings of you had fallen to the floor.

Shi Zhang sighed, surveying the aftermath of your tantrum. He wondered, not for the first time, why he had decided to make you his slave and lover. Despite everything, he found himself following you to your room.

Standing in the doorway, he watched as tears streamed down your face, staining your skin. You clutched the massive teddy bear he had gifted you, the five-foot-six-inch stuffed animal dressed in his clothes and sprayed with his cologne. A small smirk appeared on his face as he leaned casually against the doorframe.

"How adorable," he purred, his tone laced with a hint of mockery. "You act as if that ridiculous bear is a substitute for me."