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

The water in the bathhouse was washing over the old tiles.

Shen Tianxi stared at Pei Yanyu's alluring face on her phone screen, her possessive, almost sickly gaze practically overflowing. The sweet scent of peaches in the air was replaced by a strong, sour smell.

Zhu Xun Chuan snatched the phone without hesitation and casually slammed it onto the rusty windowsill.

He grabbed her slender waist with both hands, using his waist and abdomen to lift her up and slam her against the cold, slippery wall.

"A flirtatious post from an old online friend from hundreds of years ago can throw you, the commander's daughter, into a panic?" Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head, their noses touching, their breaths mingling.

"She told you to wash up and wait for her!" Shen Tianxi bit her red lips, but her legs honestly wrapped tightly around Zhu Xunchuan's waist.

"I've already washed myself clean." Zhu Xun Chuan's fingers slid down her wet back, lingering on her full curves. "But I'm on your turf, held captive by you. How I'm eaten is up to you."

He lowered his head and bit down on those chattering red lips.

Shen Tianxi trembled, her stubbornness instantly crushed by this domineering force. She closed her eyes and clung tightly to Zhu Xunchuan's neck.

......

7 PM. The dining room on the first floor of the Shen family villa.

The overhead lights were bright. The atmosphere around the solid wood dining table, with its four-sided lacquered finish, was far more oppressive than the midday training ground of the special forces.

Shen Yao changed out of his casual clothes and into a black undershirt, sitting imposingly in the main seat. His mother, dressed in home clothes, held a bottle of specially supplied Moutai.

Instead of ordering the nanny around, she personally unscrewed the bottle cap, walked to Zhu Xun Chuan's side, and filled the white porcelain wine cup in front of him.

"A billion in cash flow, and the bottom line is completely clean." Shen's mother sat back down, her gaze piercing Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes. "Xun Chuan, you've played too big a game. Tian Xi is a straightforward and naive person; she can't control your deep sea."

The questioning by the bigwigs in the political and legal system was incisive and hit the nail on the head.

Shen Tianxi sat next to Zhu Xunchuan, so anxious that she wanted to kick her mother's feet under the table, but Zhu Xunchuan held her knees down.

Zhu Xun Chuan picked up the wine cup and met Shen's mother's gaze with neither humility nor arrogance.

"Auntie, only deep waters can hide dragons. No matter how vast my territory is, Tianxi is the only dragon pearl in my sea." Zhu Xun Chuan took a sip of baijiu, the spicy liquid rolling down his throat, his posture extremely relaxed. "This billion is just pocket money for buying candy for Tianxi. She doesn't need to control any chessboard, she just needs to sit comfortably next to my throne."

He paused, then placed a piece of pork rib in Shen Tianxi's bowl: "Anyone who dares to touch her plate, I'll smash their pot. The eldest grandson of the Ye family is a prime example."

These words resonated deeply. There were no empty vows of eternal love, only absolute loyalty forged in the crucible of battle.

The sharpness in Shen's mother's eyes slowly faded, replaced by a gentle, satisfied light. Women understand women best; what she wanted wasn't a marriage of equal social standing, but a powerful man willing to risk his life to protect his daughter.

"Good!" Shen Yao slapped his thigh, making the dishes on the table jump. "I love your madness! You took down four of my elite soldiers in ten seconds. You're a born warrior! Stay in Tianjin, and I'll give you the rank of major!"

"Commander, I appreciate your kindness." Zhu Xun Chuan smiled and raised his glass. "I still have to accompany Tian Xi back to Peking University. The medals are too heavy; I'm afraid they'll hurt her when I hold her to sleep."

Upon hearing this, Shen Tianxi buried her face in her bowl in embarrassment. Instead of being angry, Shen's mother laughed and urged Zhu Xun Chuan to eat.

What was supposed to be a perilous banquet was transformed into a joyous family gathering by Zhu Xun Chuan.

It was midnight. The Tianjin Military Region compound was completely silent.

Zhu Xun Chuan, wearing a silk bathrobe, turned the doorknob of Shen Tianxi's bedroom.

The room was lit by an ambiguous pink ambient light. This was the princess room exclusively for the eldest daughter of the Shen family, filled with lace and plush toys.

Shen Tianxi stood by the bed.

The wild camouflage uniform worn during the day was gone, replaced by a nurse's outfit.

The pure white halter-neck mini dress barely covered her thighs; the fabric was thin. A heart-shaped cutout was visible at the chest.

Below that was a pair of striking white stockings.

She was wearing a small swallowtail cap and holding a pink plastic stethoscope.

"Family members, please step back." Shen Tianxi blushed, but her eyes sparkled with a charming light. She stepped forward and used two fingers to lift the collar of Zhu Xunchuan's bathrobe. "It's time for the head nurse's rounds now."

Zhu Xun Chuan's Adam's apple bobbed as he leaned against the bedpost obediently: "Excuse me, head nurse, what illness do I have?"

Shen Tianxi placed one end of the stethoscope on Zhu Xunchuan's burning abdominal muscles and inserted the other end into her ear.

"Rapid heartbeat." She raised her large, watery eyes, her tongue lightly licking her red lips. "During the day, she looks at those filthy-eyed men in the bathhouse, and at night she comes to my room feeling guilty. This needs treatment."

After saying that, she straddled Zhu Xun Chuan's lap with extreme boldness, spreading her long legs covered in white stockings.

The skirt hem rolled up. An extremely smooth and soft feel was transmitted through the thin fabric.

Zhu Xun Chuan instinctively grabbed her slender waist with both hands.

"How does the head nurse plan to treat her?" Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head and nibbled on her earlobe.

Shen Tianxi's body went limp, and the stethoscope fell from her hand onto the carpet. She wrapped her arms around Zhu Xunchuan's neck, her voice so soft it could be drawn out: "I'll give you an injection... to drain all your energy..."

Before she could finish speaking, she leaned in and offered her red lips.

Their breaths mingled instantly. Under the pink light, the buttons on the nurse's uniform were unbuttoned one by one.

Just when the fire was raging and the last line of defense was about to be breached.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

The phone that Zhu Xun Chuan had tossed on the bedside table vibrated violently.

Shen Tianxi paused, a hint of alertness flashing in her eyes. She peeked over and saw an unread voice message flashing on the screen, sent by "Fu Xinghe".

"Who?" Shen Tianxi grabbed Zhu Xunchuan's collar, her jealousy rising again.

Zhu Xun Chuan remained expressionless. He held Shen Tianxi's head with one hand, picked up his phone with the other, pressed the voice play button, and simultaneously lowered his head to seal Shen Tianxi's lips with his own.

Fu Xinghe's unique, aloof, and restrained voice, yet tinged with a hint of melancholy in the dead of night, emanated from the phone's speaker.

"The mountain has trees, but the trees have no branches... Xun Chuan, when are you coming to pick up your calligraphy copybook?"

The cool, aloof female professor's voice echoed in the quiet princess room, carrying a touch of classical, scholarly elegance.