The sharp pain in his forehead made Qin Yu tremble uncontrollably.
Unable to see Wen Wu, he appeared completely lifeless.
Staring at his now-black phone screen, he finally collapsed onto the table, utterly drained.
It was because Wen Wu had abruptly hung up on him.
Qin Yu felt completely deflated.
The helplessness and confusion in his heart made him look unbearably pained.
Why must everyone compete for Wen Wu?
If only those people were dead…
Then…
Wen Wu could be with him forever.
The dark, twisted thoughts gradually filled Qin Yu’s mind.
But just now, the three simple yet resolute words from the girl — “I love you” — echoed in his ears.
His Wen Wu loved him.
No — she loved him!
Just because of those three simple words, Qin Yu struggled to control the beast within him.
He couldn’t let it out.
He couldn’t lose his rationality.
Otherwise, Wen Wu might reject him.
Repeating this mental reminder, Qin Yu slowly lifted his head from the conference table.
His psychiatrist had diagnosed him with severe separation anxiety and paranoid tendencies long ago.
But Qin Yu never cared.
All these years, he had never had an episode.
Separation anxiety?
Paranoia?
He would have gladly wished everyone in the world dead — how could he care about leaving just one person?
And yet now…
Qin Yu realized reality had struck him hard.
Since meeting Wen Wu, these symptoms had erupted violently.
Not seeing her for even a second made him anxious, fearful, and restless.
Physical pain accompanied these emotions.
A splitting headache, rapid breathing…
Like a fish out of water, he couldn’t survive without her.
He simply couldn’t.
His eyes were a terrifying, blood-red spectacle from the pain and heartbreak.
Wen Wu would come back obediently tomorrow.
Then he would go home.
He would transform his home into a magnificent prison.
When Wen Wu arrived, he swore…
He would never let her leave him again — not even a step.
After planning everything in his mind, Qin Yu ignored the two important meetings scheduled for that afternoon.
He instructed his assistant to postpone them and then took the CEO’s private elevator down to the underground garage.
Pressing the car key, a gray Bugatti Veyron shot out like an arrow released from a bow.
All the way, Qin Yu pressed the accelerator as if fearing that even one second’s delay would make him miss Wen Wu.
He activated his Bluetooth to call the estate’s butler.
“Sir?”
“Arrange a construction team to wait for me at Tanyuan immediately.”
Though puzzled, the butler quickly responded:
“Yes, sir.”
Qin Yu hung up and pressed the accelerator even harder.
What would normally be a one-hour drive from the city center to the estate took him only half an hour.
Upon reaching the estate’s black, heavy, ornate gates, they slowly opened.
Following the mountain road, he drove into the residential area, braked, shut off the engine, and opened the door — all in one smooth motion.
The butler, who had been waiting nearby, hurried over as soon as his master stepped out.
“Sir, the construction team is ready. How shall we proceed?”
Upon hearing the team had arrived, Qin Yu suppressed the darkness in his eyes and coldly issued instructions one by one:
“Reinforce the entire western perimeter of the estate with high-voltage wiring, including the gates.
All entrances, main and side, must be secured.
Once completed, release Louis from the back-mountain cage, but reinforce the nets there to prevent him from coming here.”
After giving instructions for the security measures, he glanced at the main building.
Recalling the day Wen Wu had walked barefoot across the floor, he added:
“Cover all interior floors with soft carpets.”
The butler carefully noted everything, and when Qin Yu fell silent, he politely asked if there were any additional instructions.
Upon receiving confirmation, he immediately began to carry out the orders.
“I want to see the results by tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, sir.”
Tanyuan covered roughly 60,000 square meters.
Installing high-voltage wiring and carpeting all the residences in one night was a herculean task.
High-end carpets were scarce domestically, so the butler would need to arrange overnight shipments from abroad.
Though nearly impossible, the butler said nothing.
To hold a position here, one had to have skill and method.
Qin Yu no longer concerned himself with the logistics — he only needed the results by tomorrow.
Walking through the main building and along the corridors, Qin Yu finally arrived at the kitchen.
Since he rarely ate at home during lunch, the chefs were relaxed.
“Sir?”
None had expected him to appear, and they hurried forward.
One chef, still eating a cucumber, froze and hid it behind his back when he saw Qin Yu’s cold and ferocious expression.
“From today, teach me how to cook.”
“Yes, sir…”
“Ah?!”
Overwhelmed by Qin Yu’s aura, the chef barely heard what was said but immediately agreed.
When he realized what Qin Yu had actually said, he couldn’t believe it.
In the next instant, their eyes met.
“Can’t teach?” Qin Yu asked, his dark gaze cutting.
“I-I can!”
“Sir, rest assured. I can teach you any cuisine you wish.”
The chef confidently promised, thinking he would earn a nod of approval.
But seeing Qin Yu’s increasingly gloomy expression, he immediately lost confidence.
“Sir?”
“What are you waiting for? Start now.”
“Ah?…”
“Oh, okay, okay.”
The chef wanted to suggest Qin Yu change clothes — he had never seen anyone learn cooking so formally in a suit.
Even if the man was ridiculously handsome, it looked out of place.
Qin Yu’s urgency to learn cooking was all because of Wen Wu’s words.
He didn’t like her praising anyone else.
So he needed to master cooking quickly, so that Wen Wu could only praise him.
Just thinking of her serious, smiling little face complimenting him made him excited and restless.
If there were no outsiders around, he felt he might tremble uncontrollably.