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

At 1 p.m., a black Maybach S680 was driving smoothly on the highway to Kyoto International Airport.

The partition in the back of the carriage rose, creating absolute privacy. Meng Wanqing closed her eyes to rest, her long legs, clad in sheer black stockings, elegantly crossed. Zhu Xun Chuan sat beside her, his phone in his pocket, vibrating at a frequency comparable to a massager.

He pulled out his phone. As expected, the WeChat screen was flooded with red dots. Six women had simultaneously triggered the alarm; the intensity of this chaotic scene was even more dramatic than the basement incident the previous night.

Zhu Xun Chuan took a deep breath, his thumbs flying across the keyboard, activating the micro-management mode of a time management master.

The first pinned post is about Shen Tianxi.

"Brother Chuan! Where did you go?! I brought you Goubuli steamed buns, a specialty of Tianjin, but Lin Yuan said you were called away by the principal? What? A meeting over the weekend?!"

Zhu Xun Chuan pressed the voice button directly, his tone doting and gentle: "Good boy. The principal specifically asked me to go to Hujiang for an academic exchange. Be a good boy and practice the piano at school. When I get back, I'll make you braised pork ribs for three days straight as compensation."

Sending complete. Given this girl's love-struck nature, a simple "I'll make ribs for three days straight" is enough to paint a perfect picture of a filling meal.

Scroll down to see Jiang Yao's message.

"My people say you still don't have a school. Tell me where you're going in ten minutes, or I'll tear down your dorm building."

Zhu Xun Chuan unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt with one hand, took a picture of his well-defined abs, and sent it with the text: "Going to Shanghai for some business. Miss Jiang, keep an eye on your private property, don't be so quick to threaten violence. When you get back, you can touch these abs as much as you want."

Less than three seconds after the photo was sent, the chat window displayed "The other party is typing" at the top, then fell silent. The gangster heiress's anger was instantly extinguished by hormones.

The third one comes from Xia Wanying.

"Are you on your way to the airport? Dinghe Group has two plots of land in Shanghai up for bidding. Do you need me to send you by private jet? Or call the president of Shanghai's branch office over to carry your bags?"

The rich woman's domineering nature was straightforward and tedious. Zhu Xun Chuan decisively rejected the private jet suggestion, replying in text: "No need to make a fuss. I'm going there to attend a debate, and I'll help you find out the background of those local bigwigs. Wait for my intelligence."

By appealing to her preferences and drawing her into the same camp, Xia Wanying immediately replied with a "kiss" emoji.

Finally, there was Su Mucheng. She had just helped out last night, but couldn't find anyone today, and her words revealed strong grievance and unease.

"Xun Chuan, are you finding me troublesome? The media is staking out me everywhere, I'm afraid to go out. I want to see you."

Zhu Xun Chuan's gaze softened slightly as he sent a long voice message: "Don't overthink it. There were so many people around last night, I was afraid the media and paparazzi would target you, that's why I didn't dare contact you right away. I'm flying to Hujiang to attend a debate, you stay in the hotel and memorize lyrics. If the new album doesn't win a Golden Melody Award, you'll be punished."

The phrase "family discipline will be imposed" successfully transformed the top female celebrity's apprehension into a secret anticipation.

Four fishponds and four minefields were all cleared within two minutes.

Zhu Xunchuan locked and turned off the screen, letting out a long sigh of relief. This was the direct benefit of having a top-tier brain. As long as the core logic was sound, he could manage even a large number of people.

"Are you done with your work?"

A languid voice came from beside him. She had opened her peach blossom eyes at some point and was staring at the phone in his hand with a half-smile.

Zhu Xun Chuan remained expressionless and stuffed his phone into his suit pocket. "A few classmates asked about study materials. Freshmen are always more motivated to learn."

"Is that so?" Meng Wanqing scoffed, leaning towards him. She reached out and placed her hand on his thigh, gently stroking it through the fabric of his suit trousers. "Once you get to Shanghai, put away your silver tongue. My old man has been navigating the officialdom for decades; he can see right through you. As for the welcome banquet tonight, you'll be facing the very real top echelons of Shanghai."

"What kind of person is the marriage partner they want you to choose?" Zhu Xun Chuan casually put his arm around her waist, his hand roaming over the fabric of her suit behind her back.

"Ye Shaoqing, the eldest grandson of the Shanghai shipping magnate." Meng Wanqing's eyes suddenly turned cold. "A typical scumbag. On the surface, he does charity and makes investments, but behind the scenes, his methods are extremely dirty. In recent years, the Ye family has wanted to extend their reach into politics, which is why they've set their sights on me."

She raised her head, looking directly into Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes: "In today's scene, you not only have to be my shield, but you also have to cut off the Ye family's reach without completely breaking ties. Can you do that?"

Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled into an arrogant smile. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes radiating absolute confidence.

"If they want to play dirty tricks, I'll play along. Sister Wanqing, I have a habit when it comes to eating. If someone tries to snatch the meat that's been put in my bowl, I'll smash their pot."

2:30 PM. Kyoto International Airport VIP lane.

Meng Wanqing wore oversized black sunglasses and a khaki trench coat. Her high heels clicked crisply on the polished marble floor. The aura of a top-tier mature woman cultivated from her long-term position drew sidelong glances from ground staff and passengers along the way, but no one dared to look her directly in the eye.

Zhu Xun Chuan lagged half a step behind her, wearing a perfectly tailored dark suit, the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist reflecting a cold gleam.

The enhanced aura of the system naturally emanated outwards, and the two walked side by side, like tycoon leaders who had stepped out of a movie scene.

The first-class cabin was nicely air-conditioned, and the flight attendant served champagne before respectfully leaving.

Zhu Xun Chuan had just settled into the spacious airline seat and fastened his seatbelt when his cell phone, which was in his chest pocket, suddenly vibrated twice with extremely short beeps.

With the flight doors about to close, who would send a message?

He took out his phone, and after seeing the two WeChat notifications that popped up on the screen, the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably twice.

The first one comes from counselor Gu Qinghan.

"Don't think I don't know what she's up to by abusing her power. Whatever you're doing in Shanghai, come back alive. We'll settle the score when you get back."

The second one comes from specially appointed professor Fu Xinghe.

"Be careful of Meng Wanqing. That woman is ruthless and heartless. Come back alive."

Two messages, different in tone, but remarkably consistent.

Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head and glanced at Meng Wan Qing, who was holding a champagne glass and slightly pursing her red lips. This patriarch clearly knew how much resentment those two administrative orders would provoke, yet he made no attempt to hide his wicked pleasure in poaching people.

The plane accelerated and soared into the sky with a roar.

Outside the window, the sea of ​​clouds churned. Zhu Xun Chuan looked at his phone screen, a helpless yet excited smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

This game is getting more and more interesting. The father-in-law's identity is too amazing; he has a thrill of "stealing a cabbage" in his heart. Although he hasn't succeeded yet, he's confident it's only a matter of time.

P.S.: Where is this week's third lucky winner? A chance to earn a pass by doing good deeds, not a bad deal, right?