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

The Hongqi H9 smoothly entered the underground parking garage of the top-tier single-level apartment on the banks of the Huangpu River.

The driver stopped the car without even turning his head, and hurriedly pulled down the partition. In the back seat, Zhu Xun Chuan had most of his body pressed against Meng Wan Qing, his face buried in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily and reeking of alcohol.

"We're here, stop pretending to be dead." Meng Wanqing patted the back of his head, her voice carrying a rare hint of helplessness.

Zhu Xun Chuan ignored her and instead rubbed against her even more aggressively, his hot breath spraying all over her collarbone. His hand naturally slid down and landed on Meng Wan Qing's thigh, which was covered by black stockings, his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against the edge of the stockings a couple of times.

Meng Wanqing tensed for a moment, but did not push him away. She took a deep breath and struggled to get out of the car, dragging this tall, broad body.

This 200-square-meter river-view penthouse boasts an exceptional view; upon entering, the entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows offers a breathtaking view of the dazzling nightscape of the Oriental Pearl Tower.

As soon as Meng Wanqing entered her fingerprint and kicked open the door, Zhu Xunchuan, like a lump of mud, pulled her down onto the large leather sofa in the center of the living room. With a muffled thud, the two of them fell to the ground.

Zhu Xun Chuan flipped over and pinned Meng Wan Qing down.

The space suddenly fell silent, with only the sound of their breathing mingling.

Neon lights flickered outside the window, casting shadows on Meng Wanqing's black, tight-fitting short dress after she removed her khaki trench coat. Her neckline was slightly disheveled, revealing a large expanse of deep, white cleavage, and her long, black-stockinged legs were entangled between Zhu Xunchuan's suit trousers, exuding a deadly mature woman's charm.

Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes were half-open, his gaze hazy, and a silly, drunken grin played on his lips: "Sister Wan Qing...you're so beautiful."

After saying that, his rough palm moved up her waist little by little, his movements extremely aggressive, yet cleverly disguised as "drunkenness without restraint".

Meng Wanqing lay back on the sofa, looking at him like this, a hint of doting that she herself didn't even realize flashed in her eyes. She didn't stop the hand that was messing around her waist, but instead propped herself up halfway and knelt on the edge of the sofa.

"You're usually so sharp-tongued, but you reveal your true colors after a few drinks?" Meng Wanqing's voice was lazy and hoarse.

She extended her fingers, adorned with glittery nail polish, and loosened Zhu Xun Chuan's tie, then very naturally helped him unbutton his patterned shirt. One button, then two.

Zhu Xun Chuan's firm, muscular chest was exposed to the air. Meng Wan Qing's fingertips, slightly cool, brushed against his skin, sending a shiver of tingling pleasure through him.

This semi-indulgent attitude set off alarm bells in Zhu Xun Chuan's mind, who was pretending to be drunk, and at the same time, stirred up his lustful desires.

Does the patriarch tacitly approve of this?

The atmosphere had been built up to this point; to continue pretending would be like being a eunuch. Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes cleared instantly, and the wildness hidden beneath his drunkenness erupted completely. He abruptly sat up, gripping Meng Wan Qing's shoulders tightly with both hands, flipping her over and pressing her back into the depths of the sofa.

"Sister." Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head and leaned closer, his nose almost touching hers, his voice so hoarse it could be drawn out in wisps, "Actually, I'm not drunk. Let's just make it a fait accompli, and then I'll crush that bastard Ye Shaoqing for you."

As he spoke, his hand expertly reached for the zipper of the black miniskirt.

Just as the zipper was about to be pulled down, Meng Wanqing suddenly smiled.

It was a cold, aloof smile, tinged with a hint of mockery and a touch of composure. Her free hand didn't even try to block Zhu Xun Chuan's groping hands; instead, it reached naturally into the drawer of the coffee table beside her.

With a "thud".

She casually tossed something onto the leather sofa next to their faces.

Zhu Xun Chuan looked down and froze instantly.

It was a hemp rope as thick as a baby's arm, with a dead knot even tied at the very end in an extremely professional manner, exuding a strange aura of disregard for martial ethics.

Meng Wanqing rested her chin on one hand, smiling as she looked at him from the position of being pinned down by him.

"Still drunk?" she breathed softly, her fingers twirling the end of the rope. "Want me to tie it tighter and hang you in front of the French windows to sober up? The Huangpu River can refresh your mind."

The threat and control in his tone left no room for joking.

Zhu Xun Chuan glanced at the rope that exuded a dangerous aura, then at Meng Wan Qing's charming yet irresistible face. The image of her professionally subduing him on the bed last night flashed through his mind.

Even a max-level Poseidon can't beat the master of cheating.

"I sobered up suddenly, completely sober!"

Zhu Xun Chuan raised his hands above his head, instantly admitting defeat, and smoothly rolled off the sofa. While awkwardly adjusting his open shirt, he backed away, saying, "Um... the night view of the Huangpu River is indeed quite nice. Sister, you should get some rest; I'm going to take a shower to wash off the smell of alcohol. Please don't touch the rope; it'll ruin our relationship."

Watching Zhu Xunchuan flee into the bathroom in a panic, Meng Wanqing couldn't help but burst into laughter, her white breasts heaving violently.

She picked up the hemp rope from the coffee table and threw it back into the drawer. She stood up, straightened her skirt, and the coldness in her eyes faded, replaced by a gentle, autumn-like gaze.

That little rascal, you really can't keep him in check without having some trump cards up your sleeve.

Half an hour later, Zhu Xun Chuan walked out of the bathroom with his hair still wet.

The door to the master bedroom was ajar, and a warm yellow wall lamp shone from inside. Zhu Xun Chuan pushed the door open and entered. Meng Wan Qing had already finished washing up and was lying on the large double bed.

She changed into a pure white silk nightgown with extremely thin straps, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white shoulders and neck, as well as her delicate collarbones. The hem of the nightgown barely covered the top of her thighs, and her shapely, slender legs were casually crossed. The sharp, queen-like aura she had exuded in the living room had completely vanished; now, she was simply the languid charm of a domestic woman.

Zhu Xun Chuan swallowed hard, obediently lifted the other side of the blanket and lay down, placing his hands neatly at his sides.

"What, are you afraid I'll tie you up in the middle of the night?" Meng Wanqing turned to the side, looking at his flustered appearance.

"I'm mainly afraid I won't be able to control myself and will do something beastly," Zhu Xun Chuan said seriously.

Meng Wanqing chuckled softly, then suddenly leaned closer, reaching her arm through his neck. She shifted her body, comfortably resting her head in Zhu Xunchuan's strong arm, and casually draped one leg over his waist.

This unguarded and intimate gesture directly shattered all of Zhu Xun Chuan's carefully laid defenses.

"You passed the test at the Huangpu meeting today." Meng Wanqing closed her eyes, her breath spraying onto his chest, her voice very soft. "Xu Pangzi and his gang are arrogant and conceited. You managed to keep them in check, which means you've established my first foothold in Shanghai. You didn't embarrass your sister."

Zhu Xun Chuan took the opportunity to put his arm around her slender waist, and his hands found the amazing softness beneath her silk nightgown.

"Just verbal praise?" He gave it a quick, inappropriate squeeze.

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