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

"Zhu Xun Chuan." He generously shook Ye Chu Chu's fingertips, then quickly separated, maintaining perfect boundaries. "No need to add me on WeChat. I'm from a strict family and I'm afraid my girlfriend will get jealous."

As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Meng Wanqing, his eyes gleaming.

Meng Wanqing's ears burned slightly, feeling a little strange at being called "girlfriend," but on the surface she still maintained her icy queen demeanor and pulled Zhu Xunchuan to sit in the main guest seat.

What was originally a tense show of force was instantly broken due to Ye Chuchu's defection and Zhu Xunchuan's relaxed demeanor.

But the Shanghai social circles would never so easily accept an outsider. Fighting won't work; the real test will be at the dinner table.

"Young Master, you have quite the presence. We've always admired Sister Wanqing's taste." Another wealthy young man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and exuding a composed demeanor, approached with a full glass of wine. "My name is Chen Yu. My family is involved in ocean shipping. It's our first meeting today. I'll drink this one, but please feel free to drink as you like."

This is the rule. First, they'll flatter you, then they'll get you drunk. If you act casually, you're a coward; if you drink, you're in for it.

What follows is a series of challenges.

Zhu Xun Chuan sneered inwardly. He brought up the system panel and decisively consumed two hundred points of worship value.

[Never Get Drunk (24-hour validity)] Activated.

He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his haute couture shirt, revealing his sexy collarbone, and picked up a glass of Hennessy XO filled with liquor from the table.

"No need for formalities. Since you all call Wanqing 'sister,' we're all family." Zhu Xun Chuan tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing, and downed a full glass of strong liquor as if it were water, without even flinching.

"Great!" Chen Yu's eyes lit up, and the other second-generation rich kids also chimed in.

For the next two hours, a one-sided massacre unfolded in the private room.

Red wine, spirits, and baijiu. Moutai mixed with Louis XIII.

Zhu Xunchuan accepted all drinks without hesitation, emptying his cup in one gulp. Not only was he not drunk, but his face didn't even turn red. Even more impressive was his silver tongue; it was practically superhuman.

From Wall Street financial trends to the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry, it also occasionally throws in a few witty internet jokes without using any vulgar language. The balance is just right, which both enlivens the atmosphere and does not appear frivolous.

These rich kids are used to seeing people who put on airs and act high and mighty. They've never seen such a ruthless person with incredible strength who can actually lower himself to drive them around.

By late into the night, the chubby Xu was completely under his thumb, putting his arm around Zhu Xunchuan's shoulder and calling him "Brother Chuan." Even Chen Yu, a shipping scion with a deep and calculating mind, was completely convinced by Zhu Xunchuan.

"Brother Chuan, nothing else to say today." Fatty Xu slurred, giving a thumbs up. "With your drinking capacity and your composure, we're all impressed with how you handled Sister Meng! Ye Shaoqing couldn't come today because of family matters, and we were so worried that we had to send his sister. Whatever, from now on in Shanghai, Brother Chuan, you're like a real brother to us!"

Meng Wanqing sat to the side, lazily crossing her legs, which were covered in black stockings, and resting her chin on her hand. Her eyes were filled with undisguised amazement as she looked at Zhu Xunchuan.

She knew he was capable, but she hadn't expected him to be able to subdue these arrogant Shanghai young masters so completely. Just how many more surprises did this little swindler have up his sleeve?

"I'm going to the restroom, you guys drink first." Zhu Xun Chuan patted Fatty Xu on the shoulder, got up and left the private room.

As soon as I entered the restroom and closed the stall door, my phone started vibrating violently.

Caller ID: Little Wildcat Mu Cheng.

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned against the door and pressed the answer button. The unrestrained and domineering aura he had displayed at the dinner table vanished instantly, replaced by a deep and gentle voice.

"Hey, honey, still awake?"

A soft, aggrieved voice came from the other end of the phone: "No, I just got back to the hotel after filming a night scene. I'm scared to sleep alone since you're not at Peking University... When are you coming back?"

Since the public relations crisis, this big star has become Zhu Xun Chuan's personal slingshot.

"I have some business to take care of at Hujiang, it'll be quick." Zhu Xun Chuan loosened his tie with one hand. "Be a good boy. I'll bring you some pan-fried buns from Hujiang tomorrow."

"I don't want pan-fried buns," Su Mucheng hummed on the phone, her voice extremely low yet undeniably alluring. "I bought a new nightgown. It's white, very thin, and see-through. If you come back soon, I'll wear it for you."

Zhu Xun Chuan's mind instantly conjured up that stunning figure, and his anger flared up immediately.

"Fine. You stay in bed and get clean and wait. All I can think about is you in those black stockings that night." Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled into a wicked smile. "You dared to seduce me? I'll make sure you can't get out of bed when we get back."

"Ugh!" Su Mucheng hung up the phone with satisfaction.

Zhu Xun Chuan put away his phone, pushed open the stall door, and walked to the sink. He turned on the tap and splashed water on his face.

Water droplets dripped down his sharply defined jawline.

He grabbed a tissue to wipe his face, and when he looked up, he froze.

At the bathroom door, Meng Wanqing appeared out of nowhere. She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. Her long, black-stockinged legs were casually crossed, and her neckline was slightly open, revealing a large expanse of deep, white cleavage.

Those captivating peach blossom eyes stared at Zhu Xunchuan in the mirror with a half-smile.

"All you can think about is black stockings, huh?" Meng Wanqing's red lips parted slightly, her voice lazy and husky, carrying a dangerous aura of being caught red-handed. "A white lace nightgown? What, are the pan-fried buns from Shanghai not enough for you? You're still thinking about Beijing's specialties?"

A chaotic scene! A close call!

If it were an average man, he would probably be so scared that his legs would go weak and he would be making excuses by now.

But who is Zhu Xun Chuan? He is the first succubus personally trained by the patriarch in front of him.

Instead of panicking, he casually threw the wet tissue into the trash can, turned around, and took a series of imposing steps toward Meng Wanqing.

Meng Wanqing did not back down.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked up to her, the two of them less than ten centimeters apart. He braced his hands on the door frame and pinned Meng Wanqing against the wall between his arms.

He lowered his head and moved closer.

The aggressive aura of the man instantly enveloped this Shanghai heiress.

"That's unreasonable, Grandmaster." Zhu Xun Chuan's gaze roamed brazenly over the black stockings on her legs, his voice thick with huskiness. "I'm a normal man. I've been watching you dressed like this for three hours tonight, and I haven't been able to have sex with you. What's wrong with me taking a phone call to vent my fantasies?"

He deliberately breathed hot air onto her earlobe: "Besides, wildflowers can't compare to the fragrance of cultivated flowers. If you agree now, I'll buy a ticket and kick her out immediately. Tonight, I'll only serve you."

Extreme ambiguity and tug-of-war.

Meng Wanqing's breath hitched as he teased her. This little rascal was getting more and more aggressive.

She gritted her teeth, suddenly reached out and grabbed his shirt tie, pulling hard.

Their noses were almost touching.

"Don't give me that. I'll settle accounts with you for those fish you raised in the capital when we get back." Meng Wanqing's eyes held a warning hidden in their allure. "Ye Shaoqing didn't come tonight, but he'll definitely find a chance to retaliate tomorrow. You better watch out."

"That depends on how you reward me, sister." Zhu Xun Chuan seized the opportunity to quickly peck her on the corner of her lips.

Meng Wanqing pushed him away, her cheeks slightly flushed: "Get out and keep drinking!"

The Huangpu meeting ended at 2 a.m.

Several second-generation rich kids stumbled and fell to the ground, only to be helped into luxury cars by bodyguards. Before leaving, Ye Chuchu reluctantly blew a kiss to Zhu Xun Chuan and shouted, "Brother Chuan, remember to come visit me!"

The night breeze was slightly cool.

Zhu Xunchuan, who had just been able to drink without getting drunk, suddenly went limp when he saw Meng Wanqing's Hongqi H9 drive up, and ended up falling into Meng Wanqing's arms.

"Sister Wanqing..." He buried his face in Meng Wanqing's fragrant neck, wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, and mumbled indistinctly, "My head is so dizzy... those bastards can drink too much... I need a hug."

Meng Wanqing sighed helplessly and struggled to support his tall frame. Looking at his flushed profile, a hint of extreme tenderness flashed in her eyes.

"Why are you being so stubborn if you can't drink?" she scolded, but she held him tightly by the back and carefully helped him into the back seat, letting his head rest on her lap.

The car door closed. The Hongqi car smoothly drove into the night.

Leaning against Meng Wanqing's soft thighs encased in black stockings, Zhu Xunchuan, who was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, secretly curled up a subtle, sly smile.