[PREQUEL OF GOT THE WRONG GUY] - Chi Cheng wasn't looking at the work. He was staring at Da Bao. He watched, completely mesmerized, as Wu Qi Qiong talked, his voice animated, his shyness forgotten in his enthusiasm. He saw the passion in his eyes, the way his whole face transformed when he smiled that wide, uninhibited smile. The light from the single desk lamp caught the curve of his cheek and the bright, unguarded joy in his eyes. Chi Cheng felt a sudden, sharp pang in his chest, a feeling so intense it almost took his breath away. This. This was the feeling he couldn't name, couldn't categorize. This overwhelming urge to just... watch him. To see him happy. To keep that bright, unguarded light in his eyes. The chaos, the confusion, the internal battle-it all seemed to coalesce in that single, blinding moment of clarity. The feeling wasn't just want. It wasn't just care. It wasn't just necessary. It was something deeper, something terrifyingly profound, a silent, powerful confession that went beyond simple ownership. It was a compulsion to devote his entire self to the preservation of Da Bao's joy. He was falling. Hard.

[SEQUEL OF CHENG-GE & DA BAO] Wu Suowei dared a tiny glance up at him, eyes wide, uncertain, hopeful. For a fleeting second, Chi Cheng almost cursed again-not at his men, not at the botched job, but at the way those innocent doe eyes made him feel like the villain in a story he hadn't meant to write. "Damn it," he muttered, jerking the rope to force Wu Suowei to his feet. "You're coming with me until I sort this out."

Correlates/Connected to the Main Story (Got the wrong guy) - These are the journal entries of Wu QI Qiong after Chi Cheng left - Wu Qi Qiong had always known there were things about Chi Cheng's world he wasn't meant to touch. The glances exchanged in hushed corridors, the heavy silence that followed whenever the word family was mentioned-it was all a warning written in shadows. Still, knowing it was one thing. Feeling it was another.