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

"Crack!"

The half-closed door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Pan Jiali was wearing a dark purple lace camisole nightgown, holding two glasses of red wine, and leaning against the door frame.

She looked at her twin sister, who was trapped behind the door by Zhu Xun Chuan, and a mischievous smile flashed in her emerald eyes.

"Scumbag! He bullied his older sister, and now he's going after his younger sister too?" Pan Jiali slammed the door shut and locked it.

She walked barefoot on the heavy carpet, placed a glass of red wine on the entryway table beside her, and went straight behind Zhu Xun Chuan. Her arms naturally wrapped around his waist from behind, her sexy curves pressed against his back without reservation.

One in red, one in white; one alluring, one aloof.

Two strikingly similar faces completely trapped Zhu Xunchuan in the small space behind the door.

"Sister, stop messing around!" Pan Jiaqi couldn't push away the chest in front of her, and looking at her sister who was watching from the sidelines behind her, her clear and cold voice trembled slightly.

"What did I do wrong? I'm here to collect a debt." Pan Jiali's red lips brushed against Zhu Xun Chuan's earlobe, her breath sweet as orchids. "You tricked me out of my first kill equipment, and you tricked my sister out of her final exam model. If you don't please us sisters tonight, tomorrow I'll fill all the headlines of Hong Kong's newspapers with the old stories of the fourth son-in-law's romantic escapades."

Zhu Xun Chuan chuckled softly.

He released his hands from the door panel, then with a practiced reach, he lifted Pan Jiali by the waist and pulled her to him. He then opened his arms, his left arm around his sister and his right around his sister, and walked directly to the large, two-meter-wide bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled his arms in, and two soft bodies, each carrying a different scent of expensive perfume, were forced to fall onto his thighs at the same time.

"You want me to serve you?" Zhu Xun Chuan leaned against the headboard, his gaze sweeping over the two sisters' faces. "Are you sure you have the physical strength to collect this debt?"

The temperature in the air rose instantly. Purple lace and pure white silk intertwined under the dim light, and the absolute dominance of the man made the twin beauties gasp for breath.

Pan Jiali was about to retort defiantly.

"drop--"

The sound of an electronic key card swiping to unlock the door came from outside the guest room. When Pan Jiali entered, she only locked the door with a regular concealed lock, without attaching the security chain.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Jiang Yao was wearing a black men's shirt, the hem barely covering her upper thighs, and she was holding her signature butterfly knife in her hand. Su Mucheng had changed into a pink cotton nightgown, her long hair flowing down her shoulders, and she followed behind Jiang Yao.

The two men had agreed to come and check on the ward together because they were wary of the first wife.

The moment the door was pushed open, a blast of cold air from the corridor rushed in.

The four women gathered together.

The scene inside the room freezes.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat on the edge of the bed, his bathrobe half-open. On his left leg sat the radiant eldest granddaughter of the main branch, and on his right leg sat his aloof and proud twin sister.

The entire guest room instantly transformed into a hellish battlefield on par with a nuclear explosion.

Jiang Yao stopped in her tracks. The butterfly knife spun wildly between her fingers, leaving a silver afterimage. Her narrow eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at the Pan sisters on the bed, her killing intent overflowing without any attempt to conceal it.

"Brother Chuan has amazing stamina." Jiang Yao sneered, walking directly to the foot of the bed and tapping the mattress with the tip of her knife. "In the middle of the night, instead of sleeping, so you're here giving the twins bedtime lessons?"

Su Mucheng bit her lower lip, her peach blossom eyes instantly filling with a thin mist. Unlike Jiang Yao, she didn't draw her sword, but instead walked up to Zhu Xunchuan and tugged at his bathrobe sleeve in a wronged manner.

"Brother Chuan, you said you were going to organize the accounts of Daomei Entertainment tonight." Su Mucheng's voice was soft, filled with the aroma of tea. "I'm clumsy, I don't know as much as these two cousins, so I can't help you. Sorry to bother you."

In just two sentences, the Pan sisters were directly labeled as "scheming and opportunistic."

An ordinary man would have been scrambling and sweating profusely by now.

Zhu Xun Chuan simply patted Pan Jiaqi's tense back, gesturing for her to stand up first. Then, he calmly took a cigarette from the pack and put it in his mouth.

He looked at Jiang Yao standing at the foot of the bed, and then at Su Mucheng beside him.

"Since none of you are asleep," Zhu Xun Chuan lit a cigarette, looking through the bluish smoke at the four stunning beauties with vastly different identities and temperaments, "there's wine on the table, sit down and have a drink."

Without explanation or persuasion, he issued a command that turned the tables, directly quelling the powder keg that was about to explode.

Jiang Yao put away her butterfly knife, pulled up a chair without ceremony, sat down, crossed her legs, and stared at Pan Jiali. Su Mucheng also obediently sat on the sofa next to her, but her eyes were fixed on Zhu Xunchuan.

Pan Jiali showed no embarrassment at being caught.

Instead of getting off Zhu Xun Chuan's lap, she brazenly reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her scarlet nails lightly scraped against the man's collarbone.

She defiantly met Jiang Yao's murderous gaze.

"Miss Jiang, please don't be so angry. We can't settle old scores tonight." Pan Jiali's eyes sparkled as she chuckled charmingly. Then she looked at Zhu Xun Chuan and parted her red lips slightly, "Since we're all family, why don't we all go out to sea together tomorrow? Let's see who's more lovable in the storms of Hong Kong."

The next day.

The midday sun poured down on the azure waters of Victoria Harbour.

The Pan family's private luxury yacht cut through the waves, its engine emitting a deep roar. The sea breeze, carrying a salty, damp scent, stirred the giant parasols on the deck.

Zhu Xun Chuan was wearing dark gray beach shorts, leaning lazily against a large white lounge chair, with a pair of pure black sunglasses perched on his nose.

Jiang Yao pushed open the cabin door and strode onto the deck. Today, she wore a pure black bikini, with a semi-transparent white silk blouse loosely covering it. This outfit perfectly showcased the wildness and fiery nature of the Northern Heiress.

Holding a bottle of high SPF sunscreen, she walked straight to Zhu Xun Chuan's side and lay down on the thick cushion on the side of the recliner.

"Brother Chuan." Jiang Yao stuffed the sunscreen into Zhu Xun Chuan's palm, turned to him and winked her narrow eyes, "I can't reach my back, help me apply it."

She casually pulled down the back strap of her bikini a little, revealing a large expanse of smooth and delicate back skin.

Zhu Xun Chuan poured out a little white sunscreen lotion, cupped his palms together to warm it, and then placed his hands flat on Jiang Yao's smooth back, gently pushing them away along her beautiful shoulder blades.

A warm sensation spread down her spine, and Jiang Yao stretched comfortably. She turned her head, her gaze slightly defiant, towards the two people who were walking up the spiral staircase.

Pan Jiali and Pan Jiaqi.

As people of mixed Chinese and Finnish descent, the Pan twins have an absolute racial advantage in terms of physique. Pan Jiali wore a burgundy bikini, her long, wavy hair flying in the sea breeze, exuding a flamboyant and unrestrained allure with every step she took.