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

The notification sound of a successful Weibo post rang out in the quiet hotel suite.

Zhu Xunchuan released the mouse and turned off the computer monitor.

What happened next was no longer something he needed to monitor. The sheer volume of evidence determined the speed of the reversal; the public relations tactics of the entertainment industry were a joke in the face of absolute truth.

In less than two minutes, Weibo's trending topics list was hit by an epic earthquake.

The previously dominant negative hashtag was instantly overwhelmed by a massive influx of genuine traffic. It was replaced by a new hashtag with a dark red "Explosive" label—#SuMuchengStudioThunderousCounterattack#.

Nine high-definition long images, without any need for any whitewashing captions, directly nailed "Little Raindrop" and Tianmang Entertainment to the pillar of shame.

The detailed expense list of 240,000 yuan clearly listed every first-class airfare and five-star hotel accommodation fee; the transfer records of reselling special visas on Xianyu; and most fatally, the surveillance video from the hotel's back door.

In the video, it's pouring rain. Su Mucheng, who has a high fever, drapes her dry towel and coat over Liu Yuanyuan and bows to thank her. But no sooner has she left than Liu Yuanyuan throws her coat and milk tea into the trash can, gets into a taxi, and drives away cursing.

The entire internet is in an uproar.

The sentiment in the comments section completely reversed in a second.

"Holy crap! Mu Cheng is so good to her fans! She reimbursed all her expenses and she's still not satisfied?"

"Teasing fans on a rainy night? This is like the farmer and the snake! Su Mucheng has such a good temper; I'd slap her directly!"

"Tianmang Entertainment is truly filthy! They spent 100,000 yuan to bribe a major fan to spread rumors! Just sue them and force them to work as sewing machines!"

Just five minutes later, a major official media outlet directly reposted the Weibo post, with a short but weighty caption: "To purify cyberspace and severely punish malicious rumors and extortion, the entertainment industry is not above the law."

State media intervened, delivering the final verdict.

The situation has completely reversed.

Su Mucheng's public image exploded at this moment. Her previously gentle and delicate "national first love" persona instantly gained a "clear-headed and strong female lead" aura because of this uncompromising confrontation. The fans she lost multiplied within ten minutes, and the fan group went into a complete frenzy.

The phone on the bedside table was vibrating incessantly.

The PR director of Jinghong Entertainment called, his voice trembling: "Mu Cheng... no, Young Master Zhu! Did you orchestrate this? This is incredible! We'll immediately coordinate a full-scale online push..."

"Fuck you." Zhu Xun Chuan hung up immediately and turned off his phone.

Outside, a fierce storm raged, but inside the hotel suite, it was so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing.

Su Mucheng straddled Zhu Xunchuan's lap, staring blankly at the screen full of apologies and support on her phone.

The immense injustice she had suffered was finally redressed, and her nose tingled with emotion as tears streamed down her face. But this time, it wasn't despair, but rather profound gratitude.

She looked up, her exquisite face streaked with tears, her eyes filled with an intense, unwavering adoration.

The man in front of her, when everyone was advising her to compromise and back down, single-handedly overturned the table, keeping all the world's filth out and giving her an absolute sense of security.

"Xun Chuan..." Su Mucheng's voice was hoarse as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

"Alright, stop crying." Zhu Xun Chuan pinched her chin, his thumb gently caressing her soft red lips, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I never do anything that doesn't benefit me. I've helped you so much, how are you going to repay me? Tears alone aren't enough."

Su Mucheng's cheeks flushed instantly, and even her fair ears turned pink.

She bit her lower lip, a hint of shyness yet extremely bold allure flashing in her eyes: "Wait for me a moment."

She got off Zhu Xunchuan's lap, stepped barefoot onto the thick carpet, and quickly ran into the bathroom.

Five minutes later, the bathroom door was pushed open.

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back in his swivel chair, and the moment his gaze swept over the area, his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

Su Mucheng didn't wear the oversized white shirt. She changed into a set of extremely form-fitting black lace lingerie.

The minimal amount of fabric barely concealed her breathtaking curves. The contrast between her fair, delicate skin and the deep black lace created an extremely striking visual impact. Her slender waist, barely a hand's grasp, was dazzlingly white under the light, and her two straight, long legs were encased in sheer black stockings with shimmering pink.

The lace straps at the top of the stockings clung tightly to the base of her fair thighs, squeezing out a hint of breathtaking fullness.

The pure face of the nation's first love, paired with this extremely alluring outfit, creates a striking contrast that is enough to shatter any man's rationality.

"I picked this up while I was buying clothes yesterday." Su Mucheng awkwardly pinched the lace trim on the sides of her thighs, and with cat-like steps, she walked up to Zhu Xunchuan. She was slightly out of breath, and her voice was soft and sweet, "Does it look good?"

"That's going to kill you."

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't waste any words. He reached out and grabbed her slender waist, pulling her forcefully.

Su Mucheng gasped and fell into his arms again, straddling his lap. Their bodies were pressed tightly together.

Zhu Xun Chuan's large hand slid down her smooth back, his fingertips feeling the astonishing heat of her skin through the thin lace.

"You've done me such a big favor, I'm completely yours now." Su Mucheng hugged his neck tightly, leaned forward, and pressed her red lips to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "Husband... you can bully me however you want."

Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head and kissed those two delicate red lips fiercely.

A passionate, deep kiss. Su Mucheng's breathing quickened, and she responded fervently with her eyes closed, her delicate tongue entwining with his.

Zhu Xun Chuan's large hand traveled up the inner thigh, his fingers hooking directly onto the edge of the glittery black stockings.

"Tear it apart," Zhu Xun Chuan whispered in her ear, his voice filled with intense aggression.

Su Mucheng shuddered suddenly, her face flushed, and she nodded with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of tearing silk was extremely crisp in the quiet room. The black silk was violently ripped open, revealing a large expanse of smooth, jade-like white skin underneath.

Zhu Xun Chuan picked her up horizontally, strode to the large round bed, and threw her into the soft bedding.

Rose petals were scattered all over the ground.

Two full hours later.

Su Mucheng, like a satiated Persian cat, lay limply on Zhu Xunchuan's broad chest.

Several clear red marks were imprinted on her fair shoulders and collarbone, proof of the intense battle. Her eyes were closed, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles on Zhu Xun Chuan's abs, a sweet smile of utter satisfaction playing on her lips.