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

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The message had barely been sent when a check-up notification from Shen Tianxi, the young lady from the military region, arrived.

[You little liar! Our counselor said in the class group that you went to Hujiang for an academic observation, and I didn't believe a single punctuation mark! Did you secretly run off with some vixen? I'm going to have my grandpa check Hujiang's surveillance footage to find you!]

A typical case of possessiveness manifesting in a yandere.

Zhu Xun Chuan typed back skillfully: [Accompanying the senior officials from Peking University on field trips, writing reports every day has given me so many dark circles under my eyes. I'll send you my location if you don't believe me. I'll probably be heading back to Beijing tomorrow night; I need some of your homemade pork rib soup to nourish myself.]

After sending the location, the other party immediately sent a shy emoji, and the crisis was successfully resolved.

After completing these routine micro-managements of handling water with extreme precision, Zhu Xun Chuan casually tossed his phone onto the center console. Looking at the gradually appearing gates of the Western Suburbs Royal Horse Ranch, the gentleness in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by extreme calmness and arrogance.

The entire Royal Racecourse was cleared today. In the open-air parking lot, stretching for hundreds of meters, rows of limited-edition supercars, including Rolls-Royces Cullinans, Ferrari LaFerraris, and Aston Martins, were neatly arranged. Security personnel, fully armed, were stationed every few steps.

This is the Ye family's private property, and Ye Shaoqing's terrifying control over Shanghai is self-evident.

A black Audi A6, unremarkable and even somewhat shabby, slowly drove in and came to a steady stop among a group of multi-million dollar supercars.

The parking attendants looked at each other, unsure of who this person was.

Zhu Xun Chuan pushed open the car door, wearing a black casual suit that fit his figure perfectly, and got out of the car with his hands in his pockets.

Stepping onto the observation deck, the view instantly opens up.

Inside the huge semi-circular area with genuine leather sofas, a dozen or so of Shanghai's top playboys were gathered together, puffing away on cigarettes.

The man seated in the most central position was dressed in a pure white haute couture riding outfit. He leaned back in his chair with his legs wide open, flanked by two extremely hot mixed-race models.

Two young models, dressed in revealing black bodycon dresses, exposed large expanses of their fair skin. Their bodies pressed against the man, their long legs crossed, as they carefully peeled imported grapes for him.

This man is Ye Shaoqing, the eldest grandson of the Ye family.

The moment Zhu Xunchuan stepped onto the viewing platform, the conversation abruptly ceased. A dozen pairs of eyes swept over him simultaneously.

A mixture of contempt, scrutiny, and hostility.

Those second-generation rich kids who got drunk at the Huangpu Club last night were also present. Fatty Xu huddled in a corner, not daring to make a sound. Everyone was waiting to see how Ye Shaoqing would trample this pretty boy from out of town under his feet.

"Young Master Zhu from Kyoto?" Ye Shaoqing pushed away the grapes offered to his lips, his eyes sweeping Zhu Xun Chuan up and down without any politeness. His tone was condescending and lazy. "To be able to drive around in Uncle Meng's retired official car, you've got some skills."

Zhu Xun Chuan did not respond.

He walked to the single leather sofa opposite Ye Shaoqing and sat down casually. He crossed his legs, leaned back, and his whole posture exuded extreme relaxation.

He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a box of unmarked, white-covered special-supply cigarettes. He took one out and put it in his mouth.

"Snap." A ghostly blue flame shot up from the metal lighter.

A bluish-white smoke billowed from Zhu Xunchuan's mouth and spread between the two of them.

At the same time, the [Hormonal Intimidation Aura] within the system was instantly activated to its full potential!

An invisible yet extremely domineering sense of oppression suddenly spread out from Zhu Xun Chuan. This was not an aura supported by family background, but a top-level superior's aura emanating purely from his bones, carrying absolute arrogance and control.

The second-generation rich kids who had been watching with amusement suddenly found it hard to breathe. Even the faint sound of burning cigars became jarring.

The two young models sitting next to Ye Shaoqing were the first to be affected. They felt that the handsome man across from them, who was sitting with his legs crossed and smoking, exuded a fatal masculine attraction.

Their bodies went limp involuntarily, their snow-white thighs rubbed together slightly, even their fingers peeling grapes trembled uncontrollably, and their eyes were completely lost.

The languid look on Ye Shaoqing's face disappeared.

There was none of the sullenness of a nouveau riche he had imagined, nor any feigned composure. Zhu Xun Chuan sat there, appearing every inch the true master of this royal horse farm.

"Interesting. No wonder he could captivate Wanqing." Ye Shaoqing suddenly laughed.

He stood up and, without any pity, shoved the limp young model aside.

He didn't try to use the 10 billion yuan deep-water port project to pressure people, nor did he use the Ye family's century-old heritage to exert pressure.

Ye Shaoqing reached up and ripped off the silk tie from his neck, tossing it casually onto the expensive carpet. Then, he took off his expensive, custom-made white equestrian jacket, leaving him in only a tight-fitting black sports vest.

With his clothes off, his extremely well-defined upper body muscles were completely exposed to the air.

His biceps are well-defined, and his shoulders are broad and thick. This is not just a display from gym workouts, but a powerful physique honed through years of high-intensity real-world training.

He clenched his fist, and his knuckles cracked.

"I admit, you're quite something." Ye Shaoqing cracked his neck, staring at Zhu Xunchuan with fervent eyes. "Meng Changjin values ​​you because you can promise him a lucrative deal. Those women like you because you have a handsome face."

"But I'm not one to play those fancy games. Whether it's 10 billion or a marriage alliance between two families, those are just bargaining chips for the old men at the negotiating table."

Ye Shaoqing strode to the center of the open space. He stood with his feet apart, knees slightly bent, and hands raised to protect his chin. It was an extremely professional and flawless starting stance for mixed martial arts.

"I heard you're a formidable fighter in Kyoto?" Ye Shaoqing raised his chin, his fighting spirit blazing. "Today at this horse farm, we won't rely on family connections or money. We'll only talk about fists. Whoever walks out standing tall gets to decide. The loser, stay away from Meng Wanqing from now on!"

There are no scenes of spoiled brats bullying others; only the most primal confrontations erupt between male animals vying for mates and territory.

The second-generation rich kids on the observation deck all fell silent. They all knew that Young Master Ye was a combat madman who had won a provincial Sanda championship. In the fighting ring, Ye Shaoqing never held back.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat on the sofa, his eyes calm.

He quietly finished his last puff of cigarette and stubbed it out in the crystal ashtray.

"OK."

Zhu Xun Chuan stood up. He slowly unbuttoned his suit cuffs, casually took off the Patek Philippe Nautilus worth twelve million from his wrist, and tossed it onto the glass coffee table next to him.

The watch struck the glass with a crisp, muffled sound.

He looked up and stared directly at Ye Shaoqing, a wildly arrogant sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Today I'll do you a favor and teach you what real rules are."