Jian's wifey

Jian woke up with a start, his head pounding. He blinked, trying to focus, and found himself confronted by Lu Suying. She was… close. Too close. He felt a surge of panic, a primal instinct to flee.

He grabbed the nearest thing, a soft blanket, and lunged, trying to capture her. It was a clumsy, desperate move, and he knew it the moment he made it. He had never been good at physical confrontations.

Lu Suying, however, moved with an almost supernatural speed. She effortlessly sidestepped his attack, her eyes widening in mock surprise. "Oh, Jian," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "Trying to capture me? How… adorable."

He felt a surge of helplessness. He was outmatched, outmaneuvered. He had to think, to strategize. He grabbed his phone and tried to call for help.

"Hello?" a voice chirped, a voice so high-pitched and childlike that it was almost comical.

He frowned. "Jian? Is that you?"

"Jian?" the voice repeated, mimicking his tone. "Jian's busy right now. He's… having fun."

Before he could ask anything, he heard a strange sound over the phone. A muffled thud, followed by a series of frantic noises. It sounded like a struggle.

"What's going on?" Siyan shouted into the phone, his voice laced with panic. "Jian! What's happening?"

Lu Suying grabbed the phone and before he could say anything he was overpowered.

"Siyan! Help me! She's… she's got me!" he shouted.

The line went dead.

He felt a surge of fear, but it was quickly replaced by a cold, calculating calm. He had anticipated this. He had planned for it.

Lu Suying, her initial playfulness giving way to a more assertive demeanor, began to manipulate him.

She grabbed his hands, forcing him to touch her arm. "Feel that?" she purred, her voice a low, seductive whisper. "Soft, isn't it?"

Jian felt a strange sensation. It was the first time he had ever touched a woman in such a way. It was… unsettling. But also… strangely intriguing.

He pushed the thought aside, focusing on his plan.

She then moved his hands to her shoulders, her hips, her waist. "And this? And this?"

He tried to pull away, but Lu Suying's grip was surprisingly strong. He realized that she could easily crush him if she wanted to.

"Stop it," he growled, his voice trembling. "Get off me."

Lu Suying's eyes narrowed. "Or what?" she hissed, her voice suddenly cold. "You'll call the police? Accuse me of… of something? You think they'll believe you? A man… attacking a defenseless woman?"

He smirked, his eyes darting around the room. "You're being recorded," he said, his voice laced with triumph. "Everywhere. Hidden cameras. You won't get away with this."

Lu Suying's amusement grew. She slowly turned her head, her gaze sweeping across the room. She looked directly at a small camera hidden in a bookshelf. She then looked at another camera, concealed behind a picture frame. She looked at a third camera, cleverly disguised as a smoke detector.

He felt a flicker of doubt. How could she know?

"Oh, Jian," she said, her voice a playful tease. "You think those little gadgets will protect you? Do you know who White Mask is?"

His eyes widened slightly. He felt a surge of… something. Not fear, exactly. More like… anticipation.

"White Mask?" he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of feigned fear.

Lu Suying's smile widened. She stepped closer to him, her voice a low purr. "White Mask sees everything, Jian. Everywhere."

He felt a surge of amusement. White Mask. A pathetic amateur. He knew things, saw things, that White Mask could only dream of.

He suppressed a chuckle. "I'm… scared," he said, his voice trembling, but inside, he was anything but.

Lu Suying's expression softened. She reached out and gently touched his cheek. "Good boy," she said, her voice a soothing murmur. "Now, let's not make this any more difficult than it has to be, shall we?"

She then began to guide his hands again, this time with his full compliance. He let her, his mind already racing, his plans already in motion. He was playing a dangerous game, and he was about to win.

****

Lu Siyan arrived at Jian's apartment building, his heart pounding. He rushed into the lobby, his eyes scanning for any sign of trouble. He saw the police, their expressions grim, talking to the flustered receptionist.

"Where are they?" Lu Siyan demanded, his voice trembling. "My friend… he's in danger!"

The police officers, their attention drawn to Lu Siyan's frantic demeanor, turned to him. "Sir, please calm down," one of them said, his voice firm. "We're handling the situation."

"Handling it?" Lu Siyan exclaimed, his voice rising. "He could be dead by now! He's been kidnapped!"

The police officers, growing impatient, turned to the receptionist. "Ma'am," one of them said, his voice authoritative, "we need access to Mr. Jian's apartment. Refusal to comply is obstruction of justice."

The receptionist, her face pale, quickly provided the apartment number. The police officers, followed by Lu Siyan, rushed to the elevator.

They arrived at Jian's apartment, their hands hovering over their weapons. The lead officer knocked on the door.

The door swung open, revealing a scene that was far from what they expected. Jian and Lu Suying stood in the living room, their faces serene. Lu Suying was gracefully pouring tea into delicate porcelain cups, her movements fluid and elegant. Jian, looking slightly sheepish, was adjusting a small bonsai tree.

"Officers," Lu Suying said, her voice soft and melodic, "please, come in. Would you care for some tea? It's a longjing, a fine spring tea."

The police officers, their eyes wide with confusion, looked at each other. "We… we received a report of a disturbance," the lead officer stammered.

"Disturbance?" Lu Suying repeated, her brow furrowed in concern. "Oh dear, how dreadful. Perhaps there was a… misunderstanding? We were simply enjoying a quiet afternoon."

She offered them tea, her movements graceful and refined. The police officers, feeling slightly awkward, accepted the tea. Lu Siyan, looking like a scolded child, remained silent.

The police officers, their confusion mounting, sipped their tea, their eyes darting around the room. They noticed the subtle details – the carefully arranged flowers, the soft, calming music playing in the background, the overall sense of tranquility. It was impossible to imagine any disturbance in such a serene setting.

After a few awkward moments, the police officers, feeling increasingly out of place, thanked Lu Suying for the tea and excused themselves.

As the door closed behind them, Lu Suying turned to Jian, a playful glint in her eyes. "You know," she said, her voice soft, "you should really invest in better security. These… disturbances… they can be quite disruptive."

Jian, still slightly shaken, could only nod. He had learned a valuable lesson that day: underestimating Lu Suying was a grave mistake.

"Someone's had a… tea-time lesson," the AI whispered, its voice laced with amusement. "And perhaps a… lesson in the art of subtle intimidation."