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

Just as Shen Shuzhu's graceful figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, before Zhu Xunchuan could even catch his breath, a tall figure suddenly appeared at the moon gate in front of him.

Meng Wanqing left and then returned.

Without a word, she strode over in her silver stilettos, grabbed Zhu Xun Chuan's wrist with surprising force. Zhu Xun Chuan felt a dizzying sensation as she forcefully dragged him into a secluded bamboo grove next to the covered walkway.

The bamboo leaves are lush and dense, blocking out the sun and completely obscuring the view from the outside world.

With a muffled thud, Zhu Xunchuan's back slammed against the cold Taihu stone.

Meng Wanqing crossed her arms, her perfectly tailored black modified cheongsam accentuating her graceful curves. At the high slit of the cheongsam, her long, straight legs, encased in grey silk, were visible; her right leg was slightly forward, her knee pressing imposingly against Zhu Xunchuan's legs.

At this moment, Meng Wanqing had completely shed the gentle demeanor she had shown in front of her elders. Her long, captivating fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze sharp as a knife, as if she could slice open Zhu Xunchuan's skull.

"You knew my aunt before?" Meng Wanqing's voice was very low, with a chilling undertone.

Zhu Xun Chuan's heart skipped a beat, inwardly cursing that a woman's intuition was more terrifying than radar. But his face remained calm, even displaying a perfectly timed look of innocent astonishment.

"Sister Meng, what makes you say that? This is my first time even visiting Hujiang, how could I possibly know someone as important as Director Shen?"

Zhu Xun Chuan spread his hands, crying out that he was innocent: "It's just that your masculine charm is too great. Even a deputy bureau-level cadre is a woman; she was probably just dazzled by my damn, uncontrollable handsomeness. You can't convict me just because I'm handsome, can you?"

"Stop spouting nonsense."

Meng Wanqing wasn't buying it at all. Her slender fingers poked Zhu Xun Chuan's chest repeatedly. "My aunt is so arrogant. All the young masters from the powerful families of Shanghai are lining up to fawn over her, but she doesn't even give them a second glance. How come she's suddenly so smitten with you today?"

She leaned closer, their breaths mingling, and that unique, mature, sophisticated scent wafted into Zhu Xun Chuan's nose.

"And also, the way she looked at you just now, that greedy look, like she wanted to strip you naked and devour you right there! Most suspiciously, she never talks about Gu Kuang's poems with outsiders. You, a science student whose mind is only on how to deceive women, when did you ever understand 'The Su family is deep in the green willows'?"

The barrage of questions hit the nail on the head.

Zhu Xun Chuan knew that when facing a player of the caliber of the Grandmaster with a thousand layers of tricks, any panic would be magnified infinitely.

He took a deep breath, chuckled softly, and then grasped the hand that Meng Wanqing had poked at his chest.

"You have to thank Peking University's rich cultural heritage and the wise leadership of your academic affairs office for this."

Zhu Xun Chuan, without batting an eye, smoothly shifted the blame, saying, "Professor Fu Xinghe usually quotes extensively in her lectures. As her research assistant, I spend every day in the library helping her research classics and proofread manuscripts. This poem, 'Seeking a Monk,' happens to be an ancient poem that she focused on analyzing a few days ago, and I've memorized it through repeated exposure."

He took the initiative, squeezing Meng Wanqing's soft hand: "I'm doing this to make you look good. If I hadn't known anything when your aunt asked me the questions, and had stood there like a fool, wouldn't I have been the one losing face for Principal Meng?"

Meng Wanqing's eyes darted around as she stared at him suspiciously.

She was well aware of Fu Xinghe's erudition; that woman was aloof and proud, and indeed enjoyed studying obscure classical texts. Zhu Xun Chuan's explanation was logically sound and flawless.

"Was it really just a coincidence?" Meng Wanqing's tone softened slightly, but her knee, pressed between his legs, showed no sign of moving away. "Then why do I feel that the way you pulled me when you talked to my aunt was so practiced it was nauseating?"

Oh no, this woman is determined to get to the bottom of this today.

Zhu Xunchuan knew the saying that too much talk leads to mistakes. He knew that dealing with a woman with such high intelligence was useless if he talked; he had to use physical means to interrupt the spellcasting.

"Whether I'm skilled or not, you'll know once you check it yourself."

Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled into a wicked smile, and he stopped wasting words. He suddenly took the initiative, spreading his arms to embrace Meng Wan Qing's slender waist, and with a slight pull, the last bit of space between them was completely eliminated.

"Ugh—you're crazy! This is the backyard!"

Meng Wanqing exclaimed in surprise, but Zhu Xunchuan forcefully cut her off from the rest of her words.

Zhu Xun Chuan's kiss was domineering and aggressive, leaving her no room to refuse. He held the back of Meng Wan Qing's head with one hand, while the other hand slid down the smooth silk fabric of her cheongsam, accurately capturing the stunning curve of her outer thigh through the thin layer of gray silk.

The plumpness and elasticity of a mature woman bloom in the palm of your hand, and the delicate touch of the stockings travels through your limbs like an electric current.

Meng Wanqing was still struggling violently, pushing against his chest with both hands. But under this storm of attacks, her resistance quickly crumbled.

Her breathing became rapid, and a sticky moan escaped her throat. Her hands, which had been pushing him away, unconsciously began to grip his shirt collar tightly.