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

In the dim light of the underground parking garage, the hood of the Audi A7 radiated warmth.

Zhu Xun Chuan's hands, like branding irons imbued with magic, precisely gripped Gu Qing Han's vital points through the extremely expensive silk inner garment. The fabric was crumpled into messy wrinkles in his palms, and that breathtakingly white skin rose and fell violently with her rapid breathing.

Gu Qinghan's glasses had long since tilted to one side. She tilted her fair neck back, her eyes were unfocused, and her red lips were slightly parted.

"Teacher Gu, are you satisfied with this step of the file proofreading?" Zhu Xun Chuan whispered in her ear, his voice low and husky, deliberately lowering his tone.

These words were like a spark, thrown directly into Gu Qinghan's already fragile defenses of reason.

Just as Zhu Xun Chuan's fingers were about to slip further under the thin black stockings to explore more intimate areas...

"Buzzing!"

Suddenly, a piercing car engine roared from the garage entrance in the distance, and two high beams swept directly into the area.

Gu Qinghan shuddered violently, her reason returning instantly, suppressing her desires. Like a startled cat, she suddenly unleashed tremendous strength, shoving Zhu Xunchuan away forcefully.

"Don't touch me!" Gu Qinghan's voice trembled.

She frantically slid off the hood, hastily pulling her disheveled black trench coat tighter to cover herself up.

She hastily adjusted her glasses, her chest heaving violently, and the tenderness in her eyes now transformed into a furious rage filled with shame and indignation.

"Zhu Xun Chuan...you're a complete scoundrel!" Gu Qinghan gritted her teeth, her ears turning so red they almost bled.

She grabbed the blue folder from the roof of the car and slammed it hard into Zhu Xunchuan's chest.

"Get to my office by 8 a.m. tomorrow and sign these documents! One minute late and all your participation points will be deducted!"

After uttering this utterly ineffective threat, Gu Qinghan opened the car door and climbed into the driver's seat.

With a loud bang, the car door slammed shut. The Audi A7 screeched to a halt, floored the accelerator, and sped out of the underground parking garage as if its life depended on it.

Only a cool, lingering fragrance remained, swirling in the air.

Zhu Xun Chuan stood still, caught the folder with one hand, looked down at his body which was already in a state of high readiness, and his lips twitched violently twice.

What the hell is this? They're already at their wits' end, and they're just running away?

"That woman, she kills but doesn't bury him," Zhu Xun Chuan muttered to himself.

A WeChat message popped up on the screen.

Su Mucheng (who prioritizes the greater good): "Xun Chuan, I'm home. The password is your birthday plus mine. Have you... finished your work?"

Between the lines, there is a sense of cautious probing and an unconcealable resentment.

Zhu Xun Chuan licked his lips, a glint of wicked fire flashing in his eyes. The counselor had run away, but thankfully there was still a well-behaved and sensible top star kitten waiting to be comforted.

He didn't reply to the message, but walked straight out of the garage, hailed a taxi on the roadside, and headed straight for the location Su Mucheng had sent: the Xinghewan Grand Apartment.

This is a well-known affluent area in Beijing, with extremely tight security. Fortunately, Su Mucheng had informed the property management in advance, and Zhu Xunchuan had no trouble getting through, taking the elevator directly to the top floor.

Standing in front of the dark gold-colored front door, Zhu Xun Chuan typed in the two people's birthdays.

"Tick-tock".

The door lock is open.

As soon as Zhu Xunchuan opened the door, before he could even take a good look at how luxurious this nearly 100 million yuan penthouse was, an incredibly soft body, carrying a warm breeze with the scent of sweet oranges, rushed straight into his arms.

"Xunchuan!"

Su Mucheng wrapped her arms tightly around Zhu Xunchuan's neck, her two long, straight legs wrapped around his waist without any defense, and she hung up to him like a koala.

Zhu Xun Chuan instinctively supported her.

Zhu Xun Chuan looked down and instantly felt that the fire that hadn't been vented in the garage was burning even brighter.

This national sweetheart, who usually appears pure and innocent under the spotlight, was now wearing only an extremely thin ice silk slip dress. The dress was pearl white, with very little fabric, and the two thin shoulder straps looked as if they might break at any moment.

Most importantly, the ice silk material hugs the curves perfectly. Under the warm yellow light of the entryway, the full curves and undulating waistline are on full display, and you can even vaguely see a very alluring crimson outline.

"Why are you dressed like this and waiting at the door?" Zhu Xun Chuan closed the door and pinned her against it.

"I was afraid you'd get scolded by Teacher Gu for a long time, and I was scared." Su Mucheng buried her face in Zhu Xunchuan's neck, her voice soft and sweet, her eyes still a little red. "Director Xie also lost his temper today, I thought you wouldn't come tonight."

Zhu Xun Chuan's heart softened. This girl had experienced online harassment, rumors spread by haters, and pressure from investors today. In the evening, she was also pressured by Xie Jinghong and Gu Qinghan, two powerful figures. Her nerves were probably stretched to the limit by now.

"Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you. You can just snuggle up in my bed and act all cute."

Zhu Xun Chuan's tone was gentle, yet carried an undeniable domineering air. He lowered his head and accurately captured those two soft, jelly-like red lips.

"Well……"

Su Mucheng let out a soft, sweet moan, opening her teeth wide without reservation, allowing Zhu Xunchuan to penetrate her.

The living room of the spacious apartment was covered with a thick wool carpet, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the bustling nightscape of Beijing. But at this moment, all the luxury became a backdrop.

Zhu Xun Chuan held her and kissed her all the way from the entrance hall to the silk sofa in the living room.

The straps of her silk nightgown had somehow slipped down to her fair arms. Su Mucheng clutched Zhu Xunchuan's shirt collar tightly, her eyes glazed as she looked at the man pressing down on her.

"Xun Chuan, go to the bedroom..." Su Mucheng bit her lower lip, her voice as soft as a feather.

Zhu Xun Chuan chuckled, picked her up, strode into the master bedroom, and kicked the door shut behind him.

Moonlight streamed through the gauze curtains, casting dappled patterns on the disheveled silk sheets.

……

Two o'clock in the morning.

Room 621, male dormitory at Kyoto University.

Zhu Xunchuan quietly returned to his dormitory.

The room was pitch black, with only Old Zhao's rhythmic snoring ringing out. Haozi was still muttering "Su Mucheng's concert tickets" in his sleep, while Lin Yuan was sprawled out, sleeping like a dead pig.

These three guys obviously didn't know that their beloved "national sweetheart" was crying and begging for mercy in their godfather's arms just an hour ago.

Zhu Xun Chuan took off his shirt, which was stained with the scent of sweet oranges and the cool smell of cedarwood, went into the washroom, and turned on the tap.

The icy water poured down on his head, flowing down the lines of his sharply defined muscles, completely suppressing his restlessness.

After taking a shower, Zhu Xun Chuan lay back on his single bed wearing shorts, put his hands behind his head, and let out a long sigh.

Looking back on the day's events, it was even more tiring than the donkeys of the Bitu Production Team.

"With a billion in hand, this is just the beginning." Zhu Xun Chuan smiled calmly.

Just as he closed his eyes to prepare for sleep.

The phone next to my pillow suddenly vibrated violently with a "buzz," and the screen lit up with a faint light in the dark dormitory room.

Zhu Xun Chuan frowned.

It's 2:30 in the morning. Who would send a message at this hour? Shen Tianxi is already asleep, and Su Mucheng probably can't even lift a finger right now.

He picked up his phone.

It was a text message from an unknown number without a contact name. But the moment Zhu Xun Chuan saw the number, he recognized who it was.

Xie Jinghong.

This female devil hasn't changed her phone number in three years.

Zhu Xun Chuan opened the text message, and on the screen was a very brief sentence, without any extra pleasantries:

[Come to my private villa at 3 PM for the audition for the male lead. Address: Building 8, Xishan No. 1 Courtyard.]

Without asking where he was or whether he was asleep, the order was given directly.

This is the style of Xie Jinghong, a bigwig in Beijing's elite circles: domineering, powerful, and in charge of both killing and burying.

As Zhu Xun Chuan looked at the text on the screen, an uncontrollable, wild smile ignited in his deep eyes.