《绝境操控》星吟彩

10、Pre-Building of High-Value Persona Gao J

　　Gao Jiajia was always the most striking yet detached figure in the office building corridors. She wore a perfectly tailored business suit, her hair combed immaculately, and her makeup so precise it might have been measured with a ruler—never overdone, never understated. Male colleagues passing by would unconsciously slow their steps, stealing glances at her, yet none dared to strike up a casual conversation.

　　Everyone saw her as an otherworldly, aloof goddess. She never accepted milk tea or snacks from anyone, always split the bill evenly at team dinners, and even when the department manager handed her holiday gifts, she would politely decline with a smile, then reciprocate with a souvenir of equivalent value. Not to mention the men chasing her: from rich second-generation heirs driving luxury cars to successful corporate executives. The flowers they sent she left directly at the front desk to give away to other colleagues; the red envelopes they sent she never claimed, letting them expire automatically after 24 hours; the luxury handbags they sent she mailed back unopened, without even tearing the wrapping.

　　Among them all, Jin Yu was the most persistent—and the most dangerous.

　　Jin Yu was a notorious ruthless figure locally. He built his building materials business from scratch, carving out a foothold in the industry with a reckless ferocity that bordered on self-destruction. He had a violent temper and would fly into a rage and throw punches at the slightest provocation; his subordinates were terrified of him. He went through women one after another, all drawn to his money, coming and going at his beck and call—no one had ever dared to defy him.

　　But Gao Jiajia was different.

　　Jin Yu chased her for eight full months. From sending flowers and gifts at first, to later slamming a bank card down and saying the 500,000 yuan in it would be hers if she just said yes. But Gao Jiajia didn’t even bat an eyelid, saying flatly: “Mr. Jin, I don’t lack money, and I have no desire for any relationship with you beyond that of ordinary friends.”

　　The more she rejected him, the more obsessed Jin Yu became. He had never failed to get anything he wanted in his life. Gao Jiajia was a thorn in his side—one he could neither pull out nor swallow. Looking at her cold, clear face, his desire to conquer her grew like wild grass. He thought this woman was different from all the gold diggers: she was pure, untainted, cared nothing for his money or his status, and was truly worth pursuing with all his heart.

　　Little did he know, all of this was a carefully woven web spun by Gao Jiajia herself.

　　From the first day she laid eyes on Jin Yu, Gao Jiajia had marked him as her prey. She knew exactly how men like him thought. They were used to women throwing themselves at them, and the easier something was to get, the less they valued it. Only those who were cold and indifferent, who kept them at arm’s length, could stir the deep-seated obsession and resentment in their bones.

　　She deliberately acted independent and strong in front of Jin Yu: carrying heavy boxes alone, fixing a broken pipe alone, going to the hospital alone—she never asked him for help. She knew this would trigger a fierce protective instinct in him, making him feel that this woman needed him, that only he could be her rock.

　　She never lost her temper with Jin Yu either, even when he crossed the line—like waiting for her all night below her office building, or forcibly dragging her into his car. She would just look at him calmly and say: “Jin Yu, this makes me very uncomfortable.”

　　This dignified and unyielding attitude only drove Jin Yu more mad. He was convinced that Gao Jiajia was the woman destined for him, and that he would give anything to have her.

　　Gao Jiajia watched his increasingly obsessive gaze, and felt not a single ripple of emotion in her heart—only the cold certainty that everything was under her control. She knew the web was almost complete. All she needed was the right moment to close it.

　　This was Gao Jiajia’s gift. She never needed to read psychology books or learn any dating tricks. One glance was all it took for her to see straight into a man’s heart. Every glance, every movement, every word she spoke was instinctively calculated to strike precisely at her target’s psychological weak points. This ability was etched into her bones—more formidable than any secret agent who had undergone decades of brutal training.