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

Zhu Xun Chuan's muscles tensed instinctively.

This intensely aggressive scent of black datura perfume is so reminiscent of Xie Jinghong. But this is the private residence of the Secretary of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee; no matter how far Xie Jinghong's influence extends, it can't reach into the inner courtyard of the Meng family.

"Click".

The bathroom door hinges are turning.

A tall, voluptuous figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the entryway. The dim light from the hallway floor lamp seeped through the crack in the door, barely illuminating the person's face.

It wasn't Xie Jinghong.

"What? You little liar, are you disappointed to see it's me?"

Her signature sweet, childlike voice rang out in the quiet guest room, the last syllable of which was drawn out and carried a hint of morbid melancholy.

Shen Shuzhu.

She had changed out of the elegant purple gauze cheongsam she wore at the family dinner earlier that day, and was now only wearing an extremely thin dark green silk nightgown. The silk fabric flowed like water down her mature and voluptuous figure, perfectly outlining her curvaceous figure.

The deep V-neckline was so low that it dazzled the eye in the dim light. The alluring scent of black datura emanated from her smooth collarbone.

Zhu Xun Chuan's tense muscles relaxed, and a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes.

Dealing with this woman is no easier than dealing with Xie Jinghong.

Just then, the phone screen on the marble bar lit up.

It was a WeChat message from Fu Xinghe.

[Fu Xinghe]: A picture.

Clicking on it reveals a yellowed page of an ancient book, with a sentence annotated in elegant small regular script: "Enter the gate of my longing, and you will know the bitterness of my longing."

The following text message reads: "The night breeze on Hujiang makes one feel empty inside."

Zhu Xun Chuan remained expressionless, picked up his phone in front of Shen Shu Zhu, and typed a reply with one hand at lightning speed: [I haven't had enough of Professor Fu's lecture yet. I'll continue to explore it in depth when I get back. Go to sleep early, dream of me.]

He pressed send and casually placed his phone face down on the table.

When he looked up again, Shen Shuzhu was already like a ghost, less than half a meter in front of him.

"You were so careful holding the water at the dinner table just now, why aren't you hiding it now?" Shen Shuzhu stared intently at the faceless phone, a hint of madness flashing in her peach blossom eyes. "Sending sweet nothings to another woman right in front of me? Is it that girl surnamed Gu, or that Professor Fu?"

Zhu Xun Chuan became wary; sure enough, he had no secrets from them...

"Sister Sweet Tea, dressed like that in the middle of the night, using a spare key to open my door." Zhu Xun Chuan didn't answer, his gaze sweeping around unabashedly. "If Sister Meng finds out, have you thought about what you'll do?"

He chose to tease her using their online nicknames, which would help them both relax a bit.

Shen Shuzhu laughed softly, and her chest heaved violently.

"I can't deal with Xiaoqing. But I do have some ways to deal with you, you heartless swindler who cheats people out of money and sex."

Shen Shuzhu pressed closer, her nose almost touching Zhu Xunchuan's muscular chest. She took a gentle sniff, and a refreshing scent made her feel slightly dizzy.

"Two years ago, you called me 'good sister' online, lied to me every day, took advantage of me, and then blocked me. Do you know how long I've been looking for you?"

As she spoke, she pulled an old smartphone from a hidden pocket in her silk nightgown.

The screen lit up, and she pressed the play button with her thumb.

A blatantly explicit, cloyingly sweet sheep-like voice instantly erupted in the quiet guest room.

"Brother Xun Chuan...you're so naughty..."

That was a top-secret voice message that Shen Shuzhu sent him late at night two years ago.

Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes narrowed.

"Xiao Xun Chuan, what do you say?" Shen Shuzhu shook the old phone in her hand, laughing heartily, "What if I send this recording to Wan Qing, who is talking to your father-in-law upstairs? Or play it publicly on the Meng family's breakfast table tomorrow?"

She tiptoed, her red lips close to Zhu Xun Chuan's earlobe, her breath sweet as orchids: "Will Grandpa Meng be so angry that he'll smash your head with his cane on the spot? Will Xiao Qing still be so considerate of you in everything?"

An internal nuclear bomb, ready to detonate at any moment. Zhu Xun Chuan never expected that the seemingly elegant Shen Shu Zhu was actually a yandere at heart! Appearances can be deceiving!

The thought process of a yandere cannot be deduced by common sense; this woman is absolutely capable of doing something that leads to mutual destruction!

Zhu Xun Chuan looked at her mature face, flushed with excitement, and suddenly smiled.

"Sister Timothée Chalamet, I never reason with lunatics."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Xun Chuan suddenly took a step forward, and his muscles, which had been modified by the basic physical enhancement drug, unleashed a terrifying burst of power!

He grabbed Shen Shuzhu's wrist, which was holding the phone, and wrapped his other arm around her slender yet voluptuous waist. With a sudden burst of strength, he spun her around halfway in a circle.

"Bang!"

Shen Shuzhu was pressed firmly against the heavy oak door panel.

The overwhelming sense of oppression instantly stripped her of all room for resistance. One hand gripped her wrist, the other dragged her lower back, pinning her firmly against the door.

The old phone slipped from her hand, but Zhu Xun Chuan caught it steadily. He turned off the recording interface with one hand and casually tossed it onto the carpet next to him.

"You..." Shen Shuzhu's eyes widened, and she was about to speak.

Zhu Xun Chuan did not give her any chance to speak.

He lowered his head and, with an absolutely domineering and aggressive manner, directly silenced her incessant red lips.

Now is not the time for reasoning or slow explanations; Zhu Xunchuan should act decisively and decisively!

The masculine scent, with its crisp minty aroma, instantly filled Shen Shuzhu's entire mouth.

Shen Shuzhu was completely stunned.

She imagined Zhu Xun Chuan begging for mercy, explaining, and looking panicked.

But she never expected that this audacious Zhu Xun Chuan was such a little bastard! He actually dared to do something so outrageous in the Meng family's old mansion!

"Well……"

A sweet, muffled groan escaped from deep within Shen Shuzhu's throat.

Her hands, which had been forcefully pushing against Zhu Xun Chuan's chest, lost strength rapidly and eventually slipped down limply.

Instead of pushing him away, she hugged Zhu Xun Chuan's broad back tightly. Her long fingernails scratched several faint red marks on his back due to her out-of-control emotions.

The straps of her dark green silk nightgown slowly slipped off her shoulders, further accentuating the graceful and breathtaking lines of her body.

Zhu Xun Chuan's rough palms slid down her smooth back, finally landing on her waist, tightening an irresistible, burning embrace.

Shen Shuzhu's legs went completely limp, and she could only stay upright by relying on Zhu Xunchuan's support.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door. Meng Wanqing stopped at the door and pressed herself against it.

"Xunchuan?"

Meng Wanqing's tone instantly turned serious, carrying the absolute authority of the Executive Vice President of Peking University and the extreme sensitivity of a woman.

"Who are you talking to?"