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

Zhu Xun Chuan clenched his teeth as he looked at the message Su Mu Cheng had sent on his phone screen.

Just two days ago, Jiang Yao spent ten million yuan to replace the withdrawing investor at the film and television city, and today she's already heading there with the funds.

This gangster's daughter isn't here to check the accounts; she's clearly been grounded yesterday and missed the opening ceremony, so she's here today to check up on things.

He quickly straightened his suit, came out of the Faculty of Arts building, opened the door of his Porsche Panamera, and sped off towards the film and television city on the outskirts of the city.

Half an hour later, in Zone C of the film and television city.

The film crew's perimeter was cordoned off with three layers of police tape. A dozen or so Jiang family bodyguards, dressed in black suits and with stern faces, stood with their hands behind their backs, keeping outsiders at bay. The crew members were all trembling with fear, not daring to even breathe.

With his perfect aura and his 780,000 yuan halo, Zhu Xun Chuan crossed the cordon without any hindrance and entered the temporary rest shed.

The atmosphere inside the shed was freezing cold.

Jiang Yao sat imposingly in the director's chair in front of a folding table. Today, she wore a tight black leather jacket, black hot pants, and thick-soled Martin boots. Her two long, slender, white legs were crossed, exuding a wild and aggressive aura.

Su Mucheng, dressed in a flowing pink ancient-style gauze dress, sat opposite Jiang Yao. Her face was pale, and her hands nervously twisted the hem of her dress.

The top celebrity, who usually shines brightly in front of his fans, was completely overwhelmed by the aura of this underworld heiress who truly held the power of life and death.

"Miss Su." Jiang Yao flipped through the account book in her hand without even looking up, her voice cold and sharp, "I don't care who your previous sugar daddy was. Now that the Jiang family has invested, I'm in charge of this production crew from now on. Your schedule, announcements, and even your private interactions will all have to be reported to me."

Su Mucheng's eyes reddened. She didn't have any sugar daddy; she only had Zhu Xunchuan. She was about to retort when she caught a glimpse of Zhu Xunchuan walking into the rest area out of the corner of her eye.

"Chuan..." Su Mucheng was about to utter that sweet nickname when Zhu Xun Chuan gave her an extremely sharp look, forcing her to swallow the rest of her words.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked calmly to the table with one hand in his pocket.

"Chairman Jiang," Zhu Xun Chuan pulled out a chair and sat down between the two men with remarkable ease, "How's the accounting going?"

Upon hearing this voice, Jiang Yao's hand holding the pen suddenly paused.

She looked up. Her originally cold and sharp eyes softened with a deep surprise the moment she saw Zhu Xun Chuan, but due to the occasion, she forced a straight face and suppressed her clingy nature.

"Mr. Zhu, you're here pretty fast." Jiang Yao closed the ledger, leaned back, her leather jacket outlining her incredibly alluring curves. "What, afraid I'll bully your top star?"

"Not at all. I trust Miss Jiang the most when it comes to doing things." Zhu Xun Chuan smiled, took out a cigarette case, and handed one to Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao didn't answer.

Zhu Xun Chuan put the lighter in his mouth and took out a windproof lighter. He leaned forward, getting closer to Jiang Yao, ready to light it.

Right in this blind spot.

Under the table, Jiang Yao's long leg, clad in a Martin boot, suddenly stretched out.

Instead of avoiding it, she boldly rubbed the side of her boot against Zhu Xun Chuan's calf, moving up the fabric of his trousers until her toes hooked around the inside of his knee.

Zhu Xun Chuan paused slightly as he lit the fire.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his left hand discreetly lowering to grab Jiang Yao's ankle. His thumb squeezed hard on the exposed, delicate skin.

Jiang Yao gasped. Her ears instantly turned bright red.

Sitting across from her, Su Mucheng was completely unaware of the fierce confrontation taking place under the table.

Seeing Zhu Xun Chuan and Jiang Yao's "business-like" manner, she felt a pang of disappointment and could only stare at Zhu Xun Chuan with a wronged expression.

"Alright. The accounts are fine." Jiang Yao endured the tingling sensation in her calves, stood up, and looked down at Su Mucheng. "Ms. Su, focus on filming the music video. Mr. Zhu, come out with me for a moment. I have some private projects that I'd like to discuss 'in depth' with you."

She emphasized the words "in-depth exploration" very heavily.

Zhu Xun Chuan stubbed out his cigarette, gave Su Mu Cheng a reassuring look, and turned to follow Jiang Yao out of the rest area.

Once outside the warning line.

Jiang Yao directly opened the door of the Rolls-Royce Cullinan with the license plate "京A" and four "8"s, and pulled Zhu Xunchuan inside. She slammed the door shut and raised the soundproof barrier.

The cold and domineering heiress from the underworld vanished in an instant.

Jiang Yao threw herself into Zhu Xun Chuan's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, rubbing against his chest like a raging little female cat.

"It's so annoying! I'm so angry!" Jiang Yao's voice was filled with grievance. "Yesterday, the old man locked me in my room with ten bodyguards standing at the door. I couldn't go to your school's opening ceremony! Did you steal the spotlight on stage? Were there any other vixens trying to seduce you?"

Zhu Xun Chuan secretly rejoiced. If you had gone yesterday, there would probably have been a full-blown brawl in the front row.

"It's good that you didn't go." Zhu Xun Chuan wrapped one arm around her slender waist, which was barely concealed by her leather jacket, while his other hand slid down her smooth thigh with practiced ease. "What's the point of such a boring occasion? Besides, if you had gone to school dressed like that, I'm afraid all the boys would have their eyes glued to you. If you dare to wear this in front of others, I'll lock you up and only let me see you."

This domineering love confession directly hit Jiang Yao's sensitive spot.

She raised her face, her peach blossom eyes, which had been filled with resentment, now brimming with fervor and infatuation. "Really? You only look at me?"

"Otherwise what? Why would I ignore such a wild young lady and go look at those immature girls?" Zhu Xun Chuan leaned over and pecked her red lips hard. "You were pretty bold under the table earlier, weren't you afraid of being seen by that female celebrity?"

"So what if they see?" Jiang Yao snorted, twisting her body to press even closer. "Who dares to steal the man I've set my sights on?"

The two were cuddling in the car when a sudden commotion erupted from the film set outside.

The noise was mixed with the dull thud of machines being overturned and men's curses.

Zhu Xun Chuan frowned. Jiang Yao also sat up straight, her eyes instantly regaining their coldness.

The two pushed open the car door and got out.

At the edge of the film set, three mud-covered bread carts were blocking the film crew's only route. A dozen or so thugs, armed with steel pipes and baseball bats, were shoving and jostling the assistant director.

"This land belongs to Brother Long. Did you pay the site fee for filming here?" A bald man, the leader, spat and arrogantly banged a steel pipe on the film set's tracks. "Five hundred thousand a day. Not a penny less, and you can forget about filming today!"

This is a piece of undeveloped wasteland on the outskirts of the film and television city, which was chosen by the film crew as an outdoor location.

The assistant director, sweating profusely, exclaimed, "We signed a contract with the film studio management office! Why do we have to pay you money? This is extortion!"

"Fuck your contract!" The bald man slapped the assistant director across the face. "In this suburb, my rule is the contract!"

Jiang Yao stood next to the Cullinan, her eyes instantly turning cold. Someone actually dared to cause trouble on her turf in Kyoto.

"Ah Hai." Jiang Yao snapped her fingers.

Two bodyguards in black suits immediately stepped forward, their hands already reaching for the batons at their waists. With just a word from the young lady, they could dismantle this group of thugs in thirty seconds.