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

Facing dozens of cameras almost right in her face, she didn't even frown. She simply extended her long, slender index finger and gently pressed it against her red lips.

"Shhh."

A simple syllable, with a husky voice that melts your heart.

The group of seasoned entertainment reporters outside actually shut their mouths and moved aside to make way for her.

She walked in high heels, her cat-like steps leading her into the basement filled with the smell of gunpowder and formaldehyde.

"Click, click."

The sound of high heels clicking on the concrete floor was particularly clear in the quiet basement.

Xia Wanying frowned.

Su Mucheng's face, which was covered by a mask, suddenly froze, and her eyes widened.

The woman walked under the incandescent light and stopped in front of Zhu Xunchuan's iron chair.

She stretched out her slender white fingers, took off the exaggerated sunglasses, and casually tossed them onto the iron table beside her.

A face of unparalleled beauty was revealed.

Her narrow, almond-shaped eyes were adorned with a captivating beauty mark at the corner of her eye, making her features strikingly beautiful and exuding an effortless, overwhelming aura.

She looked at Zhu Xunchuan, who was sitting in a chair with his upper body naked.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice languid yet tinged with resentment: "You heartless little thing, it's been over two years, did you really think 'Red Dust Drunk' was just a fake account that only posts pictures online?"

Zhu Xun Chuan felt a buzzing sound in his head and froze on the spot.

Two years ago, I was a sophomore in high school.

In order to farm system rewards, he matched with a woman on a dating app whose online name was "Red Dust Drunk".

Every day, the woman sent him meticulously crafted private photos: burgundy velvet nightgowns, black lace, side profiles in bathtubs. The photos weren't particularly revealing, but they perfectly captured the allure of a mature woman. She just never showed her face!

At the time, Zhu Xun Chuan thought the other person was either a burly man who stole photos or some high-class tea girl. After draining his emotional energy, he casually said a few perfunctory words and broke up with her.

He clearly remembered the last message the other party sent before he deleted the message:

If you dare delete me, I'll quit the industry tomorrow.

Zhu Xun Chuan replied at the time: "Fine, I'll step down and become king."

The next day, Pei Yanyu, the reigning Grand Slam Best Actress winner at the height of her career, posted a Weibo message announcing her permanent retirement from the entertainment industry, and then disappeared without a trace.

The Weibo server was down for three whole days.

Seventeen-year-old Zhu Xunchuan sat in his high school classroom and remarked to his deskmate, "This actress really has a personality."

He refused to believe it, thinking it was just a coincidence, that the other party had heard in advance that the actress was retiring and was just trying to fool him. That was the only way he could comfort himself.

Pei Yanyu chuckled softly as she looked at Zhu Xun Chuan's stunned expression.

She bent down.

With this movement, the burgundy velvet collar drooped down dramatically, revealing a breathtakingly deep, snow-white cleavage to Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes.

She had a very faint, intensely aggressive scent that blended rose and amber.

Pei Yanyu extended her index finger and gently lifted Zhu Xunchuan's chin, her red-painted fingertip stroking his jawbone.

"Is it pretty?" She narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly, her breath as fragrant as orchids.

Zhu Xun Chuan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he instinctively replied, "It's beautiful, but looking at it too much makes me a little dizzy."

Pei Yanyu couldn't help but burst out laughing, her body trembling and her breasts heaving.

"I warned you back then that I'd quit the entertainment industry if you dared to break up with me. You insisted I was just playing a role." Pei Yanyu tapped Zhu Xunchuan's forehead with her fingertip and said coquettishly, "Do you believe me now? I hired every private investigator in Beijing to find you. Judging from the situation today, it turns out you've been kidnapped by another girl."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the basement completely changed.

Zhu Xun Chuan thought he was about to face a new, devastating battleground.

Six domineering CEOs, a cold-faced mature woman, and a military district heiress are definitely going to join forces to tear apart this suddenly appearing movie queen.

But he clearly underestimated the destructive power of the "national white moonlight" (ideal figure).

Su Mucheng was the first to break down.

As a top-tier celebrity, Su Mucheng ripped off her mask, her excited voice trembling, "Senior Pei... I'm Su Mucheng from Jinghong Entertainment! I even worked as an extra in your dramas when I first debuted! You're my only idol!"

Shen Tianxi completely forgot her murderous aura from just now. The military district heiress's eyes lit up, and she immediately moved closer: "My God! It really is Pei Yanyu! My grandfather still has the DVD of 'Gone with the Wind,' which you starred in, on it in his study! I've watched it more than ten times!"

Even the usually proud Xia Wanying lowered her arms that she had been crossing over her chest.

The female president of Dinghe Group cleared her throat, her tone surprisingly polite: "Ms. Pei. Two years ago, when Dinghe was preparing for its IPO, I offered you a sky-high price of 300 million to be our global spokesperson, but your agent refused. I never expected to meet you here."

Gu Qinghan pushed up her silver-rimmed glasses, a strange blush spreading across her icy face. No matter how aloof and cold she appeared at school, she was, in private, a little woman who would hide under the covers and watch art films.

"Miss Pei," Gu Qinghan said, trying to appear calm, "I know the monologue you gave when you won the Golden Dragon Award in that movie, 'West Wind'."

The most outrageous one is Fu Xinghe.

This daughter of the municipal party committee member, a specially appointed professor with high intelligence, actually took out a pen from her trench coat pocket, walked quickly to the iron table, and picked up an empty box that had just contained the preservative solution.

"Miss Pei, could you please sign your name?" Fu Xinghe's cool eyes were filled with undisguised fervor. "I have a 40,000-word paper on your portrayal of human nature in 'Blind Spot' that I would like to ask for your feedback."

Jiang Yao had long since thrown away her butterfly knife. The underworld heiress pushed aside the SWAT officers in front of her and squeezed to the front: "Sister Pei! Make a comeback! You can pick any resources Jiang's Media has, I'll even kidnap the male lead for you!"

The situation was completely out of control.

Just moments ago, these six top-tier women were fighting over Zhu Xunchuan, acting as if they were ready to destroy the earth.

At this moment, they all abandoned their "Brother Chuan".

The chattering crowd surrounded Pei Yanyu, who was wearing a wine-red dress, creating a large-scale fan meeting with an extremely contrasting atmosphere.

Pink bubbles shot straight into the sky, even drowning out the pungent smell of formaldehyde in the air with the perfume of these women.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat alone on the iron chair, shirtless.

He looked at the retired actress who was calmly signing autographs for Fu Xinghe and exchanging WeChat contacts with Xia Wanying not far away.

She then looked at the red marks on her wrists from the tight binding.

The tension of being on the brink of life and death vanished completely, leaving only a sense of powerlessness.

Zhu Xun Chuan looked up at the mottled ceiling of the basement and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"No, ladies!"

"Being a fan is one thing, but could someone please come over and cut the cable ties off my ankle?!"