The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

The warmth from his shower hadn't completely dissipated when a polite knock came from the hotel door: "Hello, your breakfast has arrived." Lin Junze casually wrapped himself in his bathrobe and went to open the door with light steps, his eyes still lingering with the tenderness he had felt while spending time with Wang Yuran.

Morning light streamed through the corridor windows, casting a soft glow on the silver breakfast cart. What should have been a pleasant, fragrant moment turned into the start of a nightmare the instant the lid was lifted.

Lin Junze's hand was still on the stroller handle, his smile instantly freezing, his pupils contracting sharply, and he stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning. Wang Yuran was sitting on the edge of the bed combing her long hair. Hearing the noise, she looked up, and when her gaze fell on the scene in the center of the stroller, the comb in her hand fell to the carpet with a "clatter," her face turning deathly pale, and her breath catching in her throat...

In the center of the cart, there were no fancy meals, only a rag doll covered in bright red paint. The doll's eyes had been gouged out, and two strands of black hair were stuffed into the empty eye sockets. A rusty needle was stuck in its chest, and blood trickled down the needle, spreading a glaring red stain on the white tablecloth.

Beside the doll lay a folded letter. The envelope bore four large, distorted characters written in the same bright red ink: "To Wang Yuran." The handwriting was messy and grotesque, as if carrying a deep-seated hatred...

The pungent smell of paint mixed with a faint musty odor assaulted their senses. The glaring red color looked particularly eerie in the morning light, like a death warrant aimed at Wang Yuran.

Lin Junze's face instantly darkened, the tenderness in his eyes replaced by extreme coldness. He suddenly stepped in front of Wang Yuran, his arm tightly protecting her shoulder, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "Who told you to send this over?!"

The waiter was clearly terrified by the sight in the cart. His face turned pale, and he kept backing away, saying, "I...I don't know, sir. We're just delivering according to the order..." His voice trembled, and his eyes were filled with fear. It was obviously the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Wang Yuran leaned against Lin Junze's back, her fingertips gripping the hem of her bathrobe so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh. Her body trembled slightly, not from the cold, but from the fear that had swept over her in that instant.

The bloodstained doll and the grotesque handwriting were like a cold knife, piercing her heart and stirring up countless unpleasant memories.

But this fear didn't last long. She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and her complexion gradually regained some color, though a hint of seriousness still lingered in her eyes.

Lin Junze turned to look at Wang Yuran behind him, his heart aching at her pale face and tightly pursed lips. He took out his phone and dialed the hotel front desk, his voice icy and chilling: "Get your manager here immediately! I'm in room 1908, and there were maliciously threatening items in my breakfast. You have ten minutes to give me an explanation, or I will call the police and file a complaint with the Consumer Association!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Junze gently patted Wang Yuran's back, his voice incredibly soft: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." His warm hand, transmitted through the bathrobe, gave Wang Yuran a sense of reassurance.

Wang Yuran raised her head, looked at the heartache and anger in Lin Junze's eyes, gently shook her head, her voice slightly hoarse but unusually calm: "I'm fine, I'm used to it."

Her tone was so indifferent, so nonchalant, that it pierced Lin Junze's heart. He knew that as a legal aid lawyer, she would come into contact with all sorts of people, but he never expected that she would encounter such malicious intimidation.

"Get used to it?" Lin Junze's voice was tinged with disbelief and tenderness. "How can you get used to something like this?"

Wang Yuran gave a wry smile, walked to the window, looked at the bright sunshine outside, her eyes showing a hint of weariness, yet also a resolute determination: "In our line of work, helping the vulnerable to protect their rights, it's inevitable to offend some people. Some people are narrow-minded and hold grudges, and will retaliate in various ways. I've encountered threatening letters and harassing phone calls; this isn't the first time."

She paused, then continued, "Legal aid doesn't earn much money; it's barely enough to make ends meet. You know how much our Wang family's wealth has been spent over the years. Mingcheng used to help look after my parents, often sending people to the nursing home to take care of them and subsidize their expenses. But recently, the Gu family suffered such a huge misfortune and was too busy to take care of themselves, so I stopped accepting his kindness."

“The old folks are getting old and their health isn’t good. The high-end nursing home they stayed in before was too expensive for me to afford, so I had to transfer them to the most ordinary nursing home.” As she said this, Wang Yuran’s voice choked up slightly, and a hint of guilt flashed in her eyes. “It’s all my fault. I couldn’t let them enjoy their old age in peace.”

Looking at her forced strength, Lin Junze felt a surge of heartache. He stepped forward and pulled her tightly into his arms, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as if to embrace all her grievances and exhaustion. "Silly girl, it's not your fault." His voice was slightly hoarse, full of protectiveness. "From now on, I'll be here. I won't let you bear all this alone anymore."

Wang Yuran leaned against him, feeling his strong chest and steady heartbeat. Years of pent-up grievances finally broke free, and tears silently streamed down her face, soaking his bathrobe. Over the years, she had shouldered everything alone—facing malicious retaliation, financial hardship, and the pressure of caring for her parents—without ever complaining. But in Lin Junze's protective embrace, all her strength crumbled instantly.

The hotel manager quickly arrived with security guards. Upon seeing the scene in the cart, his face turned pale, then flushed. Lin Junze firmly demanded that the hotel thoroughly investigate the matter, review the surveillance footage, identify the person who delivered the "special breakfast," and guarantee their safety. The hotel manager repeatedly apologized, promising to fully cooperate with the investigation and provide a satisfactory response.

From that day on, Lin Junze stayed by Wang Yuran's side every step of the way, accompanying her to court hearings and meetings with litigants, like a solid barrier protecting her.

He also used his connections to rearrange the whereabouts of Mr. and Mrs. Wang, finding a quiet, high-end nursing home in the suburbs with excellent medical facilities. He paid all the expenses out of his own pocket and even upgraded the nursing home's security measures to ensure the safety of the two elderly people...

Whenever the night is quiet, Lin Junze always thinks of the meal he had with Grandpa Wang and Grandma Wang years ago.

After thinking it over, Lin Junze decided to go to the nursing home himself. He bought the two elderly people's favorite snacks and fruits and drove to the nursing home in the suburbs.

He knew that to marry Wang Yuran, he needed the approval of her family. He wanted the two elders to know that he would take good care of Wang Yuran, protect their daughter, and give her a stable and happy future.

Stepping through the gates of the nursing home, and seeing the tranquil environment and well-equipped facilities, Lin Junze felt a little more at ease...