Damian - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Running into your boss in the basement parking level of your apartment complex…

Wasn’t exactly unheard of.

The problem was that he was wearing a custom-tailored suit that cost even more than mine. Every pore on his body screamed refinement. His hair was impeccably styled, his bearing mature, his figure perfect.

And yet he had appeared in the basement of the old residential complex I was renting in.

There was also a gold anklet wrapped around his wrist, complete with tiny bells, as he stood five meters away, staring right at me.

A gold anklet. With bells…

One clue after another connected in my mind.

A chill began creeping up my spine.

I was a damp, gloomy female ghost.

In order to carry out the perfect imprisonment plan on my boss, I had joined a Yandere Support Group and huddled together for warmth with a severely yandere man.

This afternoon, my partner and I had encouraged each other and decided to put our plans into action.

Three thick imprisonment manuals. Five hundred and twenty-eight pages of content. An entire year of planning.

Finally, today, they would come in handy.

My partner said, “My baby is a homebody. It’s her day off today, so she must be at home.”

I said, “My boss is a workaholic. The news said his old injury flared up and he went to the hospital.”

“I’ve decided to strike while he’s weak and imprison him.”

As two shady rats who dared not see the light, we could only crawl through the sewers and forcibly seize the people we had crushes on.

We had recommended tools to each other.

He said, “Nylon rope is wear-resistant and sturdy, but it’s not pretty. Ribbon is too expensive, and you won’t be willing to buy it… Go with a cotton-linen blend. Japanese-style abstinent aesthetic. Leave just the right amount of pink marks. Delicious.”

I said, “Your baby likes gold, so get a gold anklet made, and add little bells. When she moves, it’ll be like heavy strings clattering like a sudden rainstorm…”

But now…

Every piece of evidence pointed straight at my boss, Gu Zan.

My lips trembled.

I tested the waters and greeted him. “Damian?”

That was my partner’s codename.

Gu Zan had foxlike eyes. When he narrowed them, they were especially seductive.

Even the curve of his lips lifted a few degrees.

But when he opened his mouth…

He asked, puzzled, “Secretary Cheng? You live here?”

A gust of wind swept through the basement corridor as a middle-aged uncle jogged over, holding a tiny puppy in his palms.

“CEO Gu, sorry to keep you waiting.”

A familiar voice.

It belonged to my upstairs neighbor.

When he saw me there too, an awkward look spilled across his face.

“Xiao Cheng.”

Damn it. That dog was supposed to be mine. He’d suddenly changed his mind last night, and it turned out he had found it a rich new owner!

I hate this!

Gu Zan took the puppy and smiled politely.

“I’ll take good care of it.”

Then he turned to me and asked, “Secretary Cheng, who’s Damian?”

I stood rooted to the spot like a quail, my face flushed bright red, without saying a word.

Gu Zan’s foxlike eyes were full of charm. One glance from him sent sweat prickling down my spine.

A soft laugh rippled through the basement.

“Secretary Cheng, am I still that terrifying today?”

I lifted my eyes and abruptly crashed into Gu Zan’s teasing gaze.

“You, you… My Weibo…”

My alt account, where I had complained about him more than a thousand times.

“Mm. I saw it. Sorry.”