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

"Shen Tianxi," Gu Qinghan stopped, her voice devoid of any warmth, "your core was unstable during the third spin, your lower body was floating. This is Peking University's welcome party, not child's play. Go backstage to the practice room and practice twenty more times in front of the mirror."

The official's power was immense. The implication of using public office to settle personal scores was extremely clear.

Shen Tianxi pouted and muttered, "Old hag."

However, under the absolute pressure of the counselor, and given the Gu family's excellent reputation in Kyoto's education circles, she couldn't be too forceful, so she reluctantly stood up.

Before leaving, Shen Tianxi suddenly lowered her head and planted a big kiss on Zhu Xunchuan's cheek. Then, she gave Gu Qinghan a defiant look, lifted her skirt, and walked backstage like a proud white swan.

Gu Qinghan's face turned ashen.

She didn't say anything, but turned and walked behind the heavy red velvet curtain on the side of the stage, using the excuse of checking the sound system.

Zhu Xun Chuan got up and followed him inside.

The light dimmed instantly. The air was filled with the musty smell of dust.

As soon as the two stood still, Gu Qinghan's sharp high heels mercilessly stepped on Zhu Xunchuan's custom-made leather shoes worth 70,000 yuan.

And then he crushed it forcefully.

"Is it good?" Gu Qinghan gritted her teeth, lowering her voice. "You treat a used bottle of mineral water like a treasure? Are you collecting junk here? Holiland? Listening to your heartbeat? Zhu Xunchuan, aren't you afraid of having a cardiac arrest?!"

He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Gu Qinghan's slender waist with one hand, and with a sharp turn, slammed her hard against the heavy red curtain.

Behind them was the stage, and outside they could hear student council members shouting as they moved props.

Separated by a curtain. Extreme danger and excitement.

Gu Qinghan froze, her glasses nearly falling off. She frantically reached out to push Zhu Xunchuan's chest, but Zhu Xunchuan pinned her hands behind her back and pinned them above her head with one hand.

"Teacher Gu, you have quite the air of an official." Zhu Xun Chuan leaned forward, his hard chest pressed tightly against that astonishingly soft body.

Gu Qinghan's breathing became erratic instantly. Her legs went weak.

"Let me go... there are people everywhere outside." Her voice trembled, thick with nasal congestion and barely concealed panic.

Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head, his lips almost touching her earlobe.

"The files on the hood weren't finished being checked that night in the garage. Teacher Gu, are you wearing a new style of black stockings again today? Are they tear-resistant? Should I check the quality for you here?"

Zhu Xun Chuan's large hand traced down her waistline, stopping at the edge of her pencil skirt. His fingers lightly brushed against the extremely thin black stockings.

Gu Qinghan let out a muffled groan, her face flushed crimson.

"You...you're a complete scoundrel." She bit her lower lip tightly, but tears welled up in her eyes. The extreme sense of immorality of being forcibly suppressed and harassed behind the curtain by her student made her body speak louder than her mouth.

"I love Teacher Gu's hypocritical attitude." Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head, precisely captured those red lips, and domineeringly plundered them.

Three minutes later.

Outside, the director could be heard using a megaphone to call for Teacher Gu.

Zhu Xunchuan let go of his hand.

Gu Qinghan leaned against the curtain, panting heavily. Her lipstick was completely smudged. Her chest heaved violently.

She hastily straightened her slightly wrinkled pencil skirt, glared at Zhu Xun Chuan, her eyes filled with seven parts shame and indignation and three parts moisture.

"Come to my office at 9 PM tonight. If you're even a minute late, I'll fail all your courses!"

After uttering another harsh but ultimately ineffective remark, Gu Qinghan, in her high heels, stumbled and fled from behind the curtain.

Now Zhu Xun Chuan doesn't take her seriously at all. She's like a little kitten that only knows how to bar its teeth and claws, and in the end, she'll still be at his mercy.

The rehearsal is over.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked out of the auditorium and got into the driver's seat of the Panamera.

The phone screen suddenly lit up.

A WeChat friend request popped up.

The profile picture is of an extremely sweet-looking girl wearing a Japanese-style JK uniform. Her eyes are as innocent as a startled fawn's, and she wears pigtails.

The remarks information consists of only one line.

"Xun Chuan, I'm getting married. But before I marry him, I want to give you my first time. Tonight, Room 802, No. 8 Mansion Hotel."

Zhu Xun Chuan stared at the line of text.

Memories flooded back. Nan Xiang. A non-core practice partner when she was first bound to the system in her first year of high school. They only chatted online for three months; she was extremely well-behaved and sensible, and her emotional points increased very quickly. Later, Zhu Xun Chuan found her too clingy and deleted her from his contacts with some random excuse.

I've never even met him.

Three years have passed, and it's come back to life! And it wants to give away premarital blood? This script is truly wild.

Zhu Xun Chuan stroked his chin.

Adhering to the "why not take advantage of someone who's already been cheated, and leave nothing behind after you've had your fill" mentality of a scumbag, he accepted the request without hesitation.

...

10:30 PM, Kyoto No. 8 Mansion.

This is a high-end themed hotel that emphasizes privacy and ambiance. The corridors are covered with thick soundproof carpets, and the air is filled with a rich peach scent.

Zhu Xun Chuan arrived at the door of room 802, and without ringing the doorbell, he simply raised his hand and knocked twice on the door.

Less than three seconds later, the door was pulled open from the inside.

Nan Xiang stood behind the door.

She wore two very student-like pigtails, her cheeks still had a bit of baby fat, and her eyes were slightly red. Her gaze timidly fell on Zhu Xun Chuan's face, which was more angular and imposing than it had been three years ago.

She wasn't wearing the innocent JK uniform she'd worn when she applied to be her friend earlier that day. Instead, she was draped in an extremely sexy, semi-transparent white silk slip dress. The fabric was so minimal it barely covered her vitals, leaving large swaths of her snow-white skin exposed to the cool air.

The nightgown was extremely short, revealing two shapely, fair legs bare on the carpet, her toes gripping the downy hair tightly with nervousness and shyness. Overall score: 85 points. She has the kind of girl-next-door, first-love face that evokes a protective instinct, but paired with this strikingly contrasting outfit, her allure is amplified many times over.

Zhu Xun Chuan stepped into the room, closed the door behind him, and locked it. A soft "click" sounded, particularly clear in the quiet room.

"Haven't seen you in three years, your 'equipment' has upgraded pretty quickly." Zhu Xun Chuan's gaze swept from her ample chest down to her fair legs, his tone playful. "We're about to get married, and you're still playing these exciting games with me?"

Sweeping her with his intensely aggressive gaze, Nan Xiang's eyes instantly reddened, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls. She suddenly threw herself into Zhu Xun Chuan's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

A warm breeze, carrying the scent of a young girl's body and the aroma of shower gel, wafted towards me.

"Xun Chuan... I didn't really want to marry him either..." Nan Xiang buried her face in his broad chest, her voice choked with sobs.

She poured out her heart in tears. After the breakup, she kept thinking about Zhu Xunchuan. Later, in college, she met a senior who looked a little like him.

That senior was pursuing her relentlessly, but the more she looked at him, the more she missed Zhu Xunchuan. Later, her feelings for him increased dramatically, and she finally agreed to be with him.

They had been together for three years, but they had never taken the final step. Now that they were at the point of discussing marriage, she approached Zhu Xun Chuan, wanting to give him her virginity.

"I'm going to get my marriage certificate tomorrow morning, and we're having my engagement banquet tonight. Before becoming someone else's wife..." Nan Xiang looked up, her watery eyes gazing intently at Zhu Xun Chuan, her eyelashes trembling slightly, "I just want to give myself cleanly to the person I loved most in this life."

Zhu Xun Chuan looked at the pitiful bride-to-be in his arms. Three years had passed, and the little girl who used to pester him for a goodnight kiss every night had finally reached the point of discussing marriage.

But he had no intention of being a savior, nor was he a saint. He was just a scumbag who happened to be passing by and came to collect his spoils.

"If you're going to keep talking nonsense, then I'm leaving. Having fun is fine, but don't put pressure on me." Zhu Xun Chuan sighed, his warm fingertips gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "I, Zhu Xun Chuan, don't take pressure. So, do you want to continue?"

"You are who you are now. Don't mention anything about a fiancée or love."

Nan Xiang's face turned deathly pale, all color drained from her: "I was wrong, please don't leave, it was all my own choice..."

Zhu Xun Chuan smiled slightly and picked Nan Xiang up in his arms.

He glanced at Nan Xiang in his arms. "I've changed my mind. I don't want Zhu Xun Chuan's woman to marry anyone else. Either you two break up, or we'll end things now."

Nan Xiang's face turned even paler, and she trembled all over. "I beg you, Xun Chuan, just take me, just once! I'll never bother you again!"

Zhu Xun Chuan shook his head. "No, you choose one, or I'm leaving now."

Nan Xiang gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind, "Xun Chuan, give me a day to think it over. Please, just take me!"

He sighed. Everything he did was for her own good, but she didn't appreciate it. Well then, what could he do? He told her not to call him a jerk anymore. "Fine, you brought this on yourself. Don't blame me later."

P.S.: My fellow fans, I'm hesitant about this part of the story. If you're uncomfortable watching it later, please leave a comment and I'll revise it.