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

What is this woman doing suddenly coming to the film and television city on the outskirts of the city?

Sitting astride Zhu Xunchuan's lap, Su Mucheng was completely unaware of the danger. She was in a state of extreme passion, and when she saw Zhu Xunchuan stop moving, she pouted her red lips in dissatisfaction.

She deliberately swayed her slender waist, her full breasts rubbing unabashedly against Zhu Xun Chuan's chest through the thin silk fabric.

"Brother Chuan..." Su Mucheng breathed softly, a sweet and coquettish tone escaping her throat, and her hands naturally reached to unbutton the collar of Zhu Xun Chuan's cashmere sweater.

Zhu Xun Chuan reacted quickly. He reached out and covered Su Mu Cheng's mouth, which was about to pout.

With his other hand, he wrapped his arm around her slender waist, and with a burst of strength, he flipped her off his lap and pressed her tightly onto the spacious leather sofa bed in the RV.

This action was extremely fast.

Su Mucheng's white silk camisole, which was already half-fallen off, slipped down to her elbows due to the pulling.

A large expanse of breathtakingly fair skin was instantly exposed under the dim ambient lighting. She was pinned down by the man's heavy body.

Su Mucheng's peach blossom eyes widened. Far from being afraid, she thought this was some kind of "exciting escape room game" created by Zhu Xunchuan.

A seductive, spring-like allure instantly welled up in her watery eyes. She obediently lowered her body, a fine layer of sweat beading on her nose, and even playfully stuck out her tongue, gently licking the palm of Zhu Xun Chuan's hand that covered her mouth.

A warm, soft touch came from the palm of my hand.

Zhu Xun Chuan took a deep breath. This damned fairy had no idea that the sky outside was about to collapse.

He bent one knee and forcefully pinned Su Mucheng's restless, slender white legs down, completely suppressing her beneath him.

Then, Zhu Xun Chuan bent down, turned his head close to the car window, and used his two free fingers to gently pry open the blackout blinds with a very thin gap.

The scenery outside the car came into direct view.

Six pure black Rolls-Royce Phantoms were lined up in a fan shape, completely blocking all exits from the film set. A dozen bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses held up huge black umbrellas, blocking the prying eyes of the surrounding extras.

Xia Wanying, wearing a pair of red-soled stilettos, stood less than three meters away from the RV.

Today she changed into an extremely form-fitting haute couture black business suit. The cinched waist design accentuated her slender, serpentine figure, and beneath the pencil skirt, her long, straight legs were encased in black stockings bearing Balenciaga's signature lettering.

Under the sunlight, the taut edges of the black stockings exuded a stunning sensuality and allure.

But at that moment, no one dared to look at those legs any longer.

The film crew's director, along with several assistant directors, was running over, sweating profusely.

When the director ran up to Xia Wanying, his legs were already half-weak, and his waist was bent so low that it almost touched the ground.

"Mr. Xia... Mr. Xia! Why did you come to the film studio in person!" The director's voice trembled.

"I've invested in 60% of the land in the second phase of the film and television city. I'm here to check on my property. Do I need to report to you?" Xia Wanying took off her Prada sunglasses with one hand, her amber eyes coldly sweeping over the messy peach blossom forest set.

Her red lips parted slightly, her tone extremely impatient: "I just heard on the way here that Wang Jianye, that fat pig from Xinghui Entertainment, came here to cause trouble by withdrawing his investment, and even tried to sexually harass actresses? Who gave him the guts to act so arrogantly on my turf?"

"President Xia, please calm down!" The director was so frightened that cold sweat dripped down his chin. "Wang Jianye has been kicked out! Just now, a mysterious young tycoon swiped a black gold card for ten million yuan and filled the entire funding gap for Xinghui Entertainment. President Wang... no, Wang Jianye's wrist was broken by that tycoon."

Xia Wanying raised an eyebrow.

"You swiped a black card for ten million?" She sneered, her arrogant chin slightly raised. "In the Kyoto circle, is there anyone who dares to steal my thunder, Xia Wanying? I made this special trip to kick Xinghui Entertainment out of the game."

The director swallowed hard, not daring to say a word.

Inside the RV, Zhu Xun Chuan watched this scene through the gaps in the blinds, his lips twitching involuntarily.

This wasn't someone inspecting a construction site; this was a demon descended from heaven. Even worse, Xia Wanying was standing in a position that gave her a clear view of the side of the RV.

If she took just two more steps forward and opened the car door, she would see the female celebrity she had just "kept" with her black gold card being pinned down on the sofa bed by the "mysterious tycoon" she was talking about.

Zhu Xunchuan lowered his head.

Su Mucheng, who was beneath him, heard the mention of Xinghui Entertainment and the ten million yuan outside and her eyes lit up. She gripped Zhu Xunchuan's shoulders tightly with both hands, thinking that the capital outside was cleaning up Zhu Xunchuan's mess.

Filled with adoration, she puffed out her full breasts, pressed herself against the man's chest through the silk fabric, and made soft, coquettish "woo-woo" sounds, signaling Zhu Xun Chuan to let go; she wanted to kiss him.

"Don't move," Zhu Xun Chuan warned in a low voice, close to her ear.

Su Mucheng blinked pitifully, the redness at the corners of her eyes deepening.

Outside the car, Xia Wanying's demeanor suddenly changed.

She casually tossed her sunglasses to the bodyguard behind her, and a hint of barely suppressed excitement and eagerness appeared on her usually icy face.

"Alright, we'll have the finance department handle the funding later." Xia Wanying waved the director away and looked around the set. "By the way, where's my little Mu Cheng? I heard she's filming a music video here. I just sent out 100,000 yuan in support red envelopes in the fan club group yesterday."

"I heard she looks absolutely stunning in that pink traditional Chinese costume today, so I brought my Leica camera specifically to take some private photos!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire film set fell into dead silence.

The director was stunned. The bodyguards around him also looked down at their toes.

Inside the RV, Zhu Xunchuan almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

So, it turns out that this female president of Dinghe Construction, who readily acquires clubs and threatens to cut off supply chains, is actually a die-hard fan of Su Mucheng? Her number one fan?

The contrast is absolutely outrageous.

"President Xia..." the director said, wiping his sweat. "Miss Mu Cheng was a little frightened and has gone back to rest."

She walked to the RV, just a step away from the door.

Inside the carriage, Zhu Xun Chuan's heart rate soared instantly. He released his hand from Su Mu Cheng's mouth, quickly pulled up her slipped silk bra strap, and grabbed a blanket from the side to cover her.

"Honey, something's happened, don't make a sound." Zhu Xun Chuan's movements were extremely fast, and his words left no room for doubt.

Although Su Mucheng was naive and innocent, she could still sense the tense atmosphere outside. She immediately nodded obediently, covered her mouth with her hands, and shrank into the blanket like a frightened little rabbit.

Outside the RV.

Xia Wanying didn't open the car door immediately. She seemed to have thought of something and took out her phone from her Hermès Birkin bag.

"Okay, what bad timing. I'll come find Mu Cheng another time." Xia Wanying straightened her hair in front of her phone screen, and a sweet and extremely clingy smile returned to her face. "I was so excited just now that I almost forgot to check up on my troublesome husband."

She lightly tapped the screen with her fingertip.

The video call was connected.

One second later.

"Buzz...buzz...buzz..."

A sudden, extremely loud, muffled, and penetrating cell phone vibration rang out in the deathly silent, enclosed RV cabin!

The sound came from the pocket of Zhu Xunchuan's casual pants.

Zhu Xunchuan's breath caught in his throat.

Beneath her, Su Mucheng felt a strong vibration pressed against her thigh. This strange frequency made her, with her innocent yet wicked thoughts, mistakenly believe that Zhu Xunchuan was carrying some kind of indescribable electric toy in his pocket.

Her fair cheeks flushed instantly, her eyes filled with shyness and moisture, and she even boldly reached out her small hand to try to rummage through Zhu Xun Chuan's pocket.

"Wait, don't touch it!" Zhu Xun Chuan grabbed her wrist, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The vibrations echoed throughout the carriage, impossible to conceal.

Just outside the window.

Xia Wanying held her phone, and the normal dial tone came from the receiver. But she stopped.

She slowly raised her head, her gaze fixed on the black RV door in front of her.

With her keen hearing, she clearly detected the cell phone vibration coming from inside the carriage, which was perfectly synchronized with her dialing frequency.

The air seemed to be sucked out at that moment.

Xia Wanying narrowed her amber eyes and slowly walked towards the RV.