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

Shanghai Hongqiao Airport, VIP lounge.

The early autumn breeze carried the unique dampness of Jiangnan. Meng Wanqing walked ahead, the hem of her khaki trench coat billowing in the wind, her shapely calves encased in sheer black stockings, and the stiletto heels tapping out a powerful rhythm on the marble floor.

Zhu Xun Chuan lagged half a step behind her, his left hand in his suit trouser pocket and his right hand holding his phone. His thumb flew across the screen, typing blindly.

Just two minutes after landing and turning on the machine, a fire broke out in the backyard.

Gu Qinghan's WeChat message was icy: "Zhu Xunchuan, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have special administrative approval. If you dare to flirt around at Hujiang today, I'll make sure you fail this course until your senior year."

Fu Xinghe's message followed closely behind, brief yet significant: "The water towns of Jiangnan are full of gentle pleasures; be careful with your kidneys. You can't outmaneuver Meng Wanqing's methods."

Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled into a roguish smile. He typed a reply to Gu Qing Han with one hand: "Professor Gu, though my body is in Jiangnan, my heart is in the Faculty of Arts. Even if I've seen all of Shanghai's bustling streets, nothing compares to the unforgettable desk in your office."

He then copied and pasted a different version of the message and replied to Fu Xinghe: "Professor Fu, don't worry, no matter how gentle the water outside is, it can't compare to the fragrance of ink in your inkstone. I'll hand in my assignment when I get back."

Flowing smoothly like clouds and water, without a single leak.

"Settle down." Meng Wanqing didn't even turn her head, her voice carrying the languidness of a mature woman. "As long as you're on Shanghai's territory, you belong to me, Meng Wanqing. Stop flirting with those girls in Beijing."

"Yes, Master." Zhu Xun Chuan put away his phone, quickly followed, and took the opportunity to put his arm around her slender waist.

Meng Wanqing's waist stiffened, but she didn't dodge. Instead, she playfully nudged him with her elbow.

The two walked out of the terminal.

A black Hongqi H9 with a special license plate was already parked at the bottom of the steps. It was understated and imposing, yet exuded an undeniable bureaucratic aura.

A young man in his late twenties stood by the car door, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, with his hair slicked back. He was fairly good-looking, but there was an air of arrogance about him.

Upon seeing Meng Wanqing emerge, the young driver's eyes lit up, and he immediately put on a fawning smile and went to greet her.

"Young Miss, you're finally back! The Party Secretary was talking about you yesterday."

The driver bent down slightly and skillfully opened the rear door of the Hongqi car, his right hand blocking the edge of the roof.

But when his gaze fell on Zhu Xunchuan, who was holding Meng Wanqing's waist, his smile instantly froze on his face. The driver's eyes quickly swept over Zhu Xunchuan's young and handsome face and his bespoke suit, a barely concealed hostility and a strong sense of sourness flashing deep in his eyes.

He had followed Meng Wanqing for a full ten years, and after retiring from the army, he was assigned to drive for the Meng family. During those ten years, countless young masters from Shanghai's most powerful families wouldn't even have the chance to touch the hem of the young lady's clothes. And now, some greenhorn was putting his arm around her waist?

The driver straightened his back a bit, pretending not to see Zhu Xunchuan, and even deliberately moved between the two of them.

"Miss, please get in the car. The air conditioning has been adjusted for you on the way." The driver only spoke to Meng Wanqing, ignoring Zhu Xunchuan.

This is very interesting.

A driver attempted to demonstrate his "seniority" and that of his master by adopting such a clumsy stance and showing disregard, while also suppressing the arrogance of the outsider.

Zhu Xun Chuan laughed instead of getting angry. He loosened his grip on Meng Wan Qing's waist, took a half step back, and leaned his shoulder against the shiny black door of the Hongqi H9.

"Sister Wanqing," Zhu Xun Chuan said casually, arms crossed and a mischievous smile playing on his lips, "Your driver is so inconsiderate. The Qing Dynasty is long gone, how can you still have someone blind like that? Shouldn't he be fired?"

The atmosphere immediately soured upon hearing this.

The driver's face flushed red; his thoughts had been exposed, and he immediately broke down. He turned his head, glared at Zhu Xun Chuan, and blurted out, "I've served Miss Zhu for ten whole years! I was personally chosen by the Party Secretary! Who do you think you are, daring to point fingers here..."

Before the words were finished, a slender, fair hand suddenly rose up.

"Snapped!"

There was no slap, but Meng Wanqing's index finger, adorned with sequined nail polish, struck the tinted car window hard. The sound wasn't loud, but it made the driver shudder, and he stopped speaking abruptly.

Meng Wanqing's expression suddenly turned cold. The alluring mature woman who had just been in front of Zhu Xunchuan had vanished, replaced by the absolute official authority of the eldest daughter of Shanghai's top financial magnate and the daughter of the municipal party secretary.

She didn't even glance at the driver, her peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed.

"Alright." Meng Wanqing's red lips parted slightly, her voice as cold as ice water in December. "I'll listen to you. This person really doesn't know any better."

She finally turned her head and her gaze fell on the driver's pale face.

"You don't need to come tomorrow. Go to the finance department of the Meng Group, collect the surplus from the past ten years, and go back to your hometown."

The entire room fell silent.

The driver was completely stunned. His legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground. He never imagined that his ten years of hard work would be worth less than a casual joke from this pretty boy!

"Miss! I...I didn't mean that! I was wrong, please don't send me away!" The driver was sweating profusely, his voice was trembling, and he was bent over so low that he was almost touching the ground.

Meng Wanqing ignored him and simply adjusted the collar of her trench coat gracefully.

The driver was a smart man and immediately understood the key to breaking the deadlock. He turned around abruptly, bowed repeatedly to Zhu Xun Chuan, grabbed the other car door tightly with both hands, and pulled it open.

"Young master, please get in the car! I was blind to your true nature; please forgive my rudeness!"

Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head and straightened his cuffs, revealing a Patek Philippe Nautilus worth over twelve million yuan. The cold light reflected from the dial stung the driver's eyes.

He reached out and patted the driver on the shoulder, chuckling softly, "Ten years, and you still haven't learned to be mute. You really should go back to school for a refresher course. Thanks, the car door opened pretty well."

After saying that, Zhu Xunchuan took a long stride and got into the back seat of the car.

Meng Wanqing followed closely behind and got into the car. The car door slammed shut, shutting out the early autumn wind.

The Hongqi H9 smoothly drove out of the airport.

Inside the carriage, the leather seats exuded a luxurious leather scent, which mingled with the pleasant scent of black datura perfume on Meng Wanqing, creating an extremely ambiguous chemical reaction.

The driver in the front seat gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his back soaked with cold sweat, and he dared not even breathe.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat in the spacious back seat, leaning relaxed against Meng Wan Qing. His thigh, through the fabric of his suit trousers, deliberately pressed against her straight, black-stockinged thigh.

A silky smooth sensation instantly followed.

"Principal Meng, you just got angry for your friend's sake." Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head, his breath brushing against her earlobe. "You dismissed a ten-year-old with just one sentence. Your domineering attitude makes my back go weak. What, are you worried about me being bullied by outsiders?"

Meng Wanqing felt a slight warmth rising from his close proximity. She turned her head, meeting his eyes so close to hers, and suddenly stretched out two fingers, pinching his cheek without any hesitation.

"Don't push your luck." Meng Wanqing's breath was sweet and fragrant, her red lips curved in a smile. "Only I can discipline the dog in my house. Since you're someone I brought with me, no one but me can give you attitude."