After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

The golf club slipped from his hand and hit his foot, but he didn't even feel the pain.

At the same time, the walkie-talkie on Manager Liu's chest rang.

From inside came the club's general manager's almost frantic shouts: "Manager Liu! Withdraw the security guards immediately! Treat Miss Xia and that Mr. Zhu like your own father! The club has just changed hands, and Miss Xia is now the sole owner! Did you hear me? The sole owner!"

Manager Liu's legs went weak, and the rubber baton in his hand fell directly to the ground.

Without saying a word, he bowed deeply to Xia Wanying and Zhu Xunchuan, his waist bowing even more humbly than the lobby manager had just done.

"Mr. Xia... Mr. Zhu... I was blind to your greatness. You two are very magnanimous..."

Xia Wanying didn't look at him, but coldly uttered a single word: "Get lost."

Manager Liu felt as if he had been granted a pardon and fled with the security guards in a flash.

On the serving table, only the dejected Young Master Zhao remained.

He looked at Zhu Xunchuan. Just minutes ago, he had mocked the other man for wearing cheap clothes from a street stall. Now, the other man's hand was sliding very naturally under the hem of Xia Wanying's pleated skirt, wantonly caressing the junction of her white socks and thighs.

Meanwhile, the young lady of the Xia family, who could decide the fate of his entire family with a single word, was blushing and wrapped her arms around the man's neck, her voice so sweet it could drip water.

"Brother Chuan...so many people are watching..."

Young Master Zhao finally broke down. He buckled at the knees and knelt on the lawn with a thud, crawling forward two steps, his voice trembling with sobs.

"Miss Xia, Brother Zhu...Master Zhu! I was wrong! I had a foul mouth, I deserve to die!"

Young Master Zhao slapped himself hard twice across the face, his face instantly swelling up like a steamed bun.

"Please, tell the Xia family not to cut off the supply chain; it's my father's lifeline..."

Zhu Xun Chuan stopped stroking the white socks, turned to look at Young Master Zhao kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, a hint of boredom flashing in his eyes.

"Wanying, what do you think?" Zhu Xunchuan asked.

Xia Wanying turned her head, the coldness in her eyes still lingering: "How do you want to handle this? Making him disappear from Kyoto is just a matter of a word from me."

Young Master Zhao was terrified and banged his head on the lawn repeatedly.

Zhu Xun Chuan patted Xia Wan Ying's hair and casually said, "Forget it, just get him out of my sight. It's not worth ruining my mood for playing ball for someone like him. As for your family's business matters, just do what you're supposed to do. Don't mess things up because of me."

Xia Wanying's eyes lit up, and she took the opportunity to kiss him on the chin.

"Brother Chuan is so magnanimous. I love your forgiving nature." She turned to look at Young Master Zhao, her tone switching back to its icy tone. "Since the contract is signed, there's no reason to withdraw it. Get lost, and don't let me see you again."

"Yes...yes...thank you, Master Zhu, thank you, Miss Xia..."

Young Master Zhao scrambled away, and the serving table fell silent once more.

Xia Wanying transformed back into that clingy kitten. She dropped the golf club and clung to Zhu Xunchuan, her long legs in white socks occasionally brushing against his trouser legs.

"Brother Chuan, did I scare you just now?"

Zhu Xun Chuan chuckled: "I was stunned by your domineering CEO style of 'acquiring the entire company in five minutes.' School Director Xia, with your arrogance, I'll really be living off a woman at school from now on."

"Even if you're a kept man, you should eat him while he's hot." Xia Wanying chuckled and pulled Zhu Xunchuan toward the golf cart. "Come on, I've been exercising a lot and I'm hungry. Let's go get lunch. I ordered the freshest air-freighted Wagyu beef."

Lunch was served in a private restaurant inside the club.

Xia Wanying sat on Zhu Xunchuan's lap, peeling Australian lobsters for him while talking non-stop about her business ventures around Kyoto over the past few years.

Zhu Xun Chuan was completely confused; his attention was entirely focused on Xia Wan Ying's swaying little feet. White athletic socks encased her delicate ankles, her toes darting in the air, occasionally playfully brushing against his calves.

The meal was filled with ambiguous undertones, and Zhu Xun Chuan gained a profound understanding of what it meant to be "in the gentle embrace of a top socialite."

3 PM.

The Lamborghini Revuelto was parked again on the tree-lined path next to Kyoto University.

"How about staying at my building tonight?" Xia Wanying wrapped her arms around his neck, refusing to let go, and leaned in for a kiss with her fair face. "I bought new pajamas... white lace, I'm sure you'll like them."

Zhu Xun Chuan pecked her lips and said helplessly, "Chairman Xia, I'm here to study, not to marry into a family. If my classmates see me in broad daylight, my image as a pure college student will be ruined."

"It's better if it collapses, so those little vixens won't have designs on it." Xia Wanying snorted somewhat discontentedly, but ultimately obediently let go. "Remember to send me a video tonight, I need to check up on you."

Watching the Lamborghini roar away, Zhu Xun Chuan turned around and rubbed his temples.

This morning was filled with playing ball and doing business; it was more tiring than running five kilometers.

As soon as I entered the dormitory building, my phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket.

Zhu Xun Chuan's heart skipped a beat. Based on experience, this was never a good sign.

He took out his phone.

Shen Tianxi sent me a photo.

The picture shows an exquisite insulated bucket, with a clean white porcelain bowl next to it.

Shen Tianxi: "Brother Chuan, are you back in the dorm yet? My grandpa specially sent me some free-range chicken from Tianjin. I cooked it for four hours, and it's not greasy at all. I'll be waiting for you at the entrance of room 621. You're not allowed to eat dinner until you come back! [Smug]"

Zhu Xun Chuan put away his phone, stood behind the plane tree downstairs in the dormitory building, and took a deep breath.

Having just stepped out of Xia Wanying's Lamborghini, he was now a walking, high-risk explosive. He raised his arm and sniffed his sleeve.

Very good. After being in the wind on the golf course for a while, the scent of high-end white tea perfume on Xia Wanying has mostly dissipated, leaving only the fresh grassy smell of the green.

After confirming that everything was correct, he put on a calm and composed expression and strode into the boys' dormitory building.

Zhu Xun Chuan stopped in his tracks as he reached the corner of the stairs on the third floor.

Shen Tianxi was standing there.

Today she changed into a pure white French-style slip dress, the hem just past her knees, revealing two slender, fair, and shapely calves. On her feet were a pair of minimalist white strappy sandals, her ten toes round and pink, like peeled water chestnuts, restlessly tapping lightly on the terrazzo floor.

She stood there quietly, carrying a pink double-walled insulated bucket, looking as pure as a heroine straight out of a teen romance novel cover.

"Sweetie." Zhu Xun Chuan quickly walked up the steps and casually put his arm around her slender waist. "Why are you waiting at the bottom of the stairs? Aren't you hot?"

Shen Tianxi didn't reply. She raised her fair and sweet face, her small nostrils twitched twice, and she went straight to Zhu Xunchuan's chest, sniffing along his collar and shoulders like a puppy guarding its food.

Zhu Xun Chuan remained calm and composed, allowing her to examine him.

"There's no perfume scent." Shen Tianxi looked up, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her crescent-shaped eyes, but she quickly frowned again, pouting her pink lips. "But why does it smell like grass?"