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

His words were powerful and resounding.

He skillfully transformed a disgraceful saga of a playboy's downfall into a grand political and capitalist power struggle, elevating personal grudges to the level of profound righteousness in safeguarding the greater good.

Fu Xinghe looked at the man before her. Beneath her khaki trench coat, her heart, which had always been calm and undisturbed, began to pound violently.

The boy who once pointed out the flaws of the world on the letter when he was sixteen has now grown into a master strategist who can manipulate politics, business, and the underworld at will.

For the sake of the Fu family's political situation, he was willing to put a knife to his own throat.

Deep admiration and tenderness welled up in the eyes of the municipal party committee's daughter.

Xia Wanying walked forward in her red-soled high heels and, without a second thought, wrapped her arms around Zhu Xunchuan's waist.

Her face pressed against Zhu Xun Chuan's firm chest muscles, her tone domineering yet trembling: "What does business matter! I can earn more money, but if anything happens to you, I'll fill up Jinmen Port and make you pay with your life!"

Jiang Yao put away her butterfly knife, turned her head away, and noticed that the underworld queen's eyes were red.

She bit her lip and muttered "idiot" under her breath, but then walked over and squeezed Zhu Xun Chuan's arm hard to make sure he was really alright.

The representatives of capital and power were completely subdued.

The remaining three women had completely broken down.

Shen Tianxi cried so hard she could hardly breathe, clinging tightly to Zhu Xunchuan's arm. The military district heiress's heartache was palpable: "Brother Chuan, you're always like this, bearing everything on your own. Doesn't it hurt?"

Su Mucheng, wearing a mask, cried so hard her mascara was ruined. Ignoring the number of people around her, she stood on tiptoe, her soft lips pressed against Zhu Xunchuan's chin, her voice hoarse: "I'll give you all the money I've earned in this life. Don't risk your life anymore."

Gu Qinghan stood rooted to the spot, her legs, encased in black stockings, trembling slightly. She looked at the tattered shirt draped over Zhu Xunchuan's shoulder, recalling her earlier threats to her uncle over the phone.

She thought he was a womanizer, but little did she know that in the dark basement, he was dancing on the edge of a knife to protect everyone's interests.

The counselor's eyes were filled with guilt. She stepped forward, straightened the tattered shirt, and said in a low voice, "Come to my office at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, and I'll re-bandage it for you."

The battlefield of carnage has been transformed into a gentle touch.

Zhu Xunchuan breathed a sigh of relief. This series of extremely precise micro-management maneuvers had finally been successfully stabilized.

He casually put his arm around Xia Wanying's waist, patted Shen Tianxi's back with his other hand, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"If I had known that being kidnapped would bring this kind of treatment, I should have talked to Lu Nianxi and asked her to extend the service for two more days. If any one of you here were to give me CPR, I could live for another five hundred years."

"Stop being so cheeky." Gu Qinghan glared at him, but her ears turned red uncontrollably.

The six women exchanged glances.

With the crisis averted, the women's intuition regained its dominance. They looked at each other, each with a strong sense of territory in their eyes. Everyone felt that Zhu Xun Chuan had endured humiliation for their sake, but the simultaneous appearance of so many "sisters" was ultimately an obstacle they couldn't avoid.

Undercurrents began to stir once again.

Just as Zhu Xunchuan was about to continue speaking and shift the focus of fire.

"Snap! Snap!"

Outside the basement, in the darkness of the abandoned villa area, countless blinding white lights suddenly burst forth.

Dozens of high-powered fill lights turned on simultaneously, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime. Various cameras with long lenses and short lenses crossed the police line and pointed at the entrance to the basement.

"Look! It's General Manager Xia from Dinghe Group!"

"That's the eldest daughter of the Jiang Group!"

"Oh my god! Su Mucheng! That woman in black is Su Mucheng! The man she offered a five million reward for is inside!"

Reporters surged forward like sharks smelling blood. The commotion from the various factions was too great; the blocking of roads by 100,000 followers and the deployment of military helicopters had already alarmed the entire Kyoto media circle.

The flashes of light were so bright they were blinding.

Zhu Xun Chuan, with six powerful women in his arms, stood in the center of the messy basement, his eyes narrowed.

This is a serious matter.

Outside the abandoned wine cellar, a burst of white light flashed.

Dozens of reporters, carrying cameras and microphones, desperately pushed their way forward through the cordon set up by special police.

The sound of camera shutters clicking was continuous.

In the basement, the tense atmosphere between the six women instantly froze.

Gu Qinghan was the first to react. She stepped forward, opened the hem of her black trench coat, and stood in front of Zhu Xunchuan.

Xia Wanying's eyes were terrifyingly cold as she directly ordered the security director outside the door: "Smash all the reporters' memory cards within five minutes! Any newspaper that dares to publish a single word will be bankrupted by Dinghe and the legal department before dawn tomorrow!"

Jiang Yao was even more direct. With a flick of her butterfly knife, the ruthlessness of a gangster heiress was unleashed: "Block the door! Nobody's leaving here standing here with the negatives!"

Several factions were on the verge of a violent clash with the media.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat on the iron chair and sighed.

Although the rope had been untied, the industrial cable ties on his ankles were still in place. If he were to throw a tantrum now, tomorrow's headlines would be "Beijing's elite son is brutally bound, six heiresses from powerful families gather in the basement." The thought was too horrible to contemplate.

At this critical juncture, when tensions were running high...

Suddenly, a deafening roar of an engine came from the darkness outside.

A striking burgundy Koenigsegg supercar, roaring furiously, drifted and came to a smooth stop outside the police line.

The scissor doors popped open upwards.

A foot clad in black high heels with red soles peeked out, its ankle snow-white and delicate, unadorned yet exuding a breathtaking allure.

The reporter's camera instinctively captured the uninvited guest, and several flashes went off.

Immediately afterwards, a scream that ripped through the night sky suddenly erupted from the surrounding media crowd.

"Holy crap!!! Pei Yanyu?!"

"It's Pei Yanyu! Pei Yanyu, the youngest Grand Slam Best Actress to retire from the entertainment industry two years ago!!"

"Oh my god! What is she doing here?!"

The entertainment reporters have completely gone mad.

Compared to the power struggles involving unknown figures in the basement, the sudden reappearance of a national idol who was at the height of her fame two years ago and announced her retirement without warning is the nuclear bomb-level news that can directly paralyze the entire entertainment industry!

In a split second, all the cameras and microphones turned around and frantically aimed at the red supercar.

The pressure outside the warning line was instantly relieved.

Zhu Xun Chuan squinted through the gaps in the crowd to look over.

A tall woman pushed open the car door, wearing red-soled high heels, and walked lazily towards the basement.

She wore a wine-red, deep-V haute couture velvet gown with a slit that reached her upper thigh. As she walked, her dazzlingly white legs were faintly visible in the night.

Large sunglasses covered half her face, but they couldn't hide the unparalleled charm of a top-tier female impersonator.