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

He could hear other women's melancholy love poems, and visually he saw the military district's young lady, dressed as a nurse, pinned down by him.

This extreme sense of immorality instantly sent Zhu Xun Chuan's adrenaline soaring.

He suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen.

"Ugh—" Shen Tianxi's gasp was completely choked in her throat. Her eyes widened, and she gripped Zhu Xunchuan's robe tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white.

Against the backdrop of Fu Xinghe's cold voice, she felt an unprecedented stimulation. Her eyes instantly reddened, tears slid down her cheeks, and her body responded even more frantically.

That night, the springs of the princess bed protested for three hours.

2:30 a.m.

Shen Tianxi was completely exhausted. Her cheeks were flushed with satisfaction as she lay on the pillow and fell into a deep sleep, the tear stains at the corners of her eyes still wet.

Zhu Xun Chuan put on his bathrobe and walked barefoot to the balcony.

The night breeze in Tianjin carried a hint of the sea. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a bluish-gray smoke ring.

He picked up his phone and opened WeChat.

At the top of the screen, a new friend request pops up. There's no extra verification information, just a picture that was just taken.

The photo shows the empty stage of Peking University's Centennial Auditorium at night. A spotlight shines on the center of the stage, and a pair of long, beautiful legs wearing red high heels can be vaguely seen.

Below the photo was an extremely arrogant statement.

"I'm at your school. Wash your abs and wait for me."

Zhu Xun Chuan paused slightly, the cigarette between his fingers. He looked at the familiar wine-red color in the photo, a wildfire igniting in his eyes.

The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting interplay of light and shadow on the floor of the military guesthouse.

Zhu Xunchuan woke up in the big bed.

The hot, soft body in his arms had vanished without a trace. The faint sweet scent of peach shower gel lingered on the pillow, along with the lingering floral fragrance in the air, proving that last night's madness was no dream.

There was a pink cat sticky note on the bedside table.

Her handwriting was delicate and pretty, with a touch of endearing unease.

"Brother Chuan, I'm off! Grandpa's bodyguards will catch me during their rounds if I don't leave soon. Have the orderly bring you breakfast. I've washed and put away your nurse's uniform; wear cat ears next time we meet, okay? Remember to miss me!"

Zhu Xun Chuan looked at the note and a roguish smile crept onto his lips.

This girl's recovery ability is amazing. Last night, she was so provoked by Fu Xinghe's voice that she was completely defeated, crying and begging for mercy for half the night, but she still had the energy to climb out of the window and run away this morning.

He picked up his phone from the bedside table.

On the screen, the MMS message sent last night by Pei Yanyu, the retired Grand Slam Best Actress, is still glaringly bright.

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On the empty wooden stage of the century-old auditorium, a spotlight cast an ambiguous beam of light.

A long, slender leg, encased in sheer burgundy stockings, peeked out from the slit of her skirt, a perfect blend of voluptuousness and slenderness. A single red-soled stiletto heel dangled precariously from her foot. The upper part of her thigh remained hidden in the darkness, creating a striking visual impact.

The text below followed with a provocative message: "I'm at your school. Shower me your abs and wait for me."

This crazy woman, after retiring from the entertainment industry for two years, has become even more skilled at seducing men.

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned against the headboard, took out a cigarette, and lit it. He didn't type; instead, he pressed the voice message button, his voice low and hoarse with the characteristic huskiness of early morning, carrying an undisguised aggressiveness:

"The auditorium's wooden floor is too hard; your delicate body will easily bruise your knees. My abs have already been thoroughly cleaned up, but I'm afraid your appetite, as an actress, is too small to handle my tough food. Behave yourself at Peking University, and I'll deal with you when I get back."

Release your finger and send.

Want to cause trouble on his turf? That depends on who the hunter and the prey are.

Zhu Xun Chuan pushed open the door, skipped the orderly's meal, and strode directly toward the Shen family's gray and white detached villa.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was slightly more relaxed than the previous night, but it still exuded the authority of a family within the system.

Shen Yao, wearing a military green short-sleeved shirt, was gulping down tofu pudding, his muscles bulging the shirt. His mother, dressed in silk loungewear and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, was leisurely flipping through a copy of the Tianjin Internal Reference newspaper.

"Xun Chuan is awake? Please sit down." Seeing Zhu Xun Chuan, Shen's mother immediately beamed with a warm smile. "Wang Ma just made these crab roe soup dumplings, eat them while they're hot. Did you sleep well last night?"

"It's nice, the bed is very soft." Zhu Xunchuan pulled out a mahogany chair and sat down.

It's very soft and elastic. The only downside is that it makes a rather loud noise.

"Bang."

Shen Yao slammed the blue-and-white porcelain bowl he was holding onto the table. He raised his eyelids, his gaze like two sharpened military daggers, piercing straight at Zhu Xunchuan.

"Those second-line troops like the Fierce Tiger Company are usually lax in their training, which allowed you to take advantage and show off." Shen Yao wiped his mouth with a tissue, his tone harsh. "My men, Shen Yao's men, aren't so easily dealt with. You think you're so arrogant? Today, I'll send you to 'Dragon Fang'."

Mrs. Shen frowned sharply and put down her newspaper: "Old Shen, are you crazy? The Dragon Fang Brigade is the elite of the entire army, full of murderers! Xun Chuan is just a college student, what if he gets injured in a place like that?!"

"A doting mother spoils her son!" Shen Yao said firmly, slamming his hand on the table. "A man who comes out of the military compound can't be a coward who faints at the sight of blood! If he can't even get past the threshold of Dragon Fang, he should stay away from Tianxi as soon as possible!"

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't dare to respond. This kind of stubborn old man was like a donkey that had to be stroked gently.

He picked up a crab roe soup dumpling, bit into the skin, and slowly sucked out the delicious broth. Then he took out a wet wipe and leisurely wiped his hands.

His gaze passed over Shen Yao and landed on the newspaper next to Shen's mother.

Below the front page of the newspaper, there is an inconspicuous section: "Annual Fundraising Announcement of the Tianjin Military Support and Preferential Treatment Charity Foundation".

"Auntie," Zhu Xun Chuan said calmly, "you're the one leading the operation of this foundation?"

Mother Shen sighed and nodded: "The brothers in the border defense company have tough conditions; their hands get frostbite in the winter. I've taken on the role of honorary chairman, and every year I raise some funds from the local area to provide subsidies for retired veterans and disabled brothers. This year, the economic climate is bad, businesses are doing poorly, and it's hard to get sponsorships."

High-ranking officials in the political and legal system value not money, but the things that money can accomplish, and the political achievements and reputation that these things bring.

Zhu Xunchuan nodded.

He reached into his robes.

Two slender fingers picked up a card that gleamed with a cold metallic light and casually pushed it onto the dining table next to Shen's mother.

American Express Centurion Black Card.

"Tianxi is also a military dependent." Zhu Xun Chuan picked up his soy milk and took a sip, his tone as casual as if he were buying two heads of cabbage at the market. "I'll transfer a sum of money to the foundation's account in both Tianxi's and my names. Let's round it up to fifty million. Consider it as me buying winter coats for our brothers on the border."