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

The last rays of the setting sun were completely shattered by the blinds and reflected on the mahogany desk.

Inside the office, a faint scent of sandalwood mingled with the aroma of some kind of flower. Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back in his swivel chair, three buttons of his shirt undone, toying with a lighter in his hand. With a "ding," the flame flickered, illuminating his face, which held a hint of weariness yet exuded a captivating charm.

In front of him, Gu Qinghan, the famous ice queen of Peking University, was squatting on the ground.

Her long legs, usually tightly encased in black stockings, appeared exceptionally fair now, thanks to the new stockings she had just put on. Her slender fingers were clumsily tying Zhu Xun Chuan's belt, her movements as gentle as if afraid of disturbing a fragile work of art.

"It's tied."

Gu Qinghan raised her head, and behind her gold-rimmed glasses, her eyes, which were originally as clear and cold as an ancient well, were now misty, like a pool of spring water that had been disturbed.

She reached out and tidied her slightly disheveled long hair. Although her tone still carried her usual coolness, the gentleness that emanated from her bones was impossible to hide.

"I'll pick you up for Grandpa's birthday banquet. I'll cover for you with Uncle, but if you dare to be late that day..."

Zhu Xun Chuan reached out and gently pinched Gu Qinghan's earlobe, which was so red it looked like it was about to bleed, and said with a mischievous smile, "What if I'm late? Does Teacher Gu still want me to come to the office to write a five-thousand-word self-criticism?"

"You still dare to talk back!"

Gu Qinghan glared at him, playfully slapped his hand away, and stood up, her skirt tracing an elegant arc. She walked to the window, reopened the blinds, and looked out at the bustling freshmen on the playground. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in her heart.

"Zhu Xunchuan, I'm serious. I can't control how crazy you are outside, but at Peking University, you have to leave me with some dignity. And that crazy woman, Pei Yanyu..."

As they were talking, Zhu Xun Chuan's phone suddenly started vibrating like a bomb had gone off.

"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"

Zhu Xun Chuan raised an eyebrow and took it out to look.

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Su Mucheng: "Brother Chuan! I'm all set backstage! All 50,000 tickets are sold out! If you don't come, I'll announce on stage that my man has disappeared! (kissing emoji)"

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Shen Tianxi: "Honey! I'm almost at your dorm building. Come on down in that pink Land Rover with the military license plate! I'll take you backstage at the concert. My grandpa sent two flower baskets to Sister Su. I'll take you straight to the dressing room! (Cat paw emoji)"

The battlefield of carnage may be late, but it will never be absent.

Gu Qinghan was incredibly perceptive. She walked up to Zhu Xunchuan in two quick steps in her high heels, glanced at the phone screen, and although the deep blue ink had been washed away, the coldness in her eyes instantly froze the air.

"Su Mucheng's concert?" Gu Qinghan sneered, crossing his arms, his astonishing curves rising and falling slightly beneath his white shirt. "That little girl from the Shen family even came to pick you up personally? Zhu, you're quite busy, aren't you?"

Zhu Xun Chuan remained expressionless, casually put his phone back in his pocket, stood up, grabbed Gu Qinghan's slender waist, and pulled her along.

"Ouch!"

Gu Qinghan crashed into his arms, instinctively trying to struggle, but was firmly held down by Zhu Xun Chuan's aggressive hands.

"Director Gu, are you jealous?" Zhu Xun Chuan whispered in her ear, his deep voice making her bones feel weak. "Su Mu Cheng was gathering material for filming, that was official business. Shen Tian Xi is a naive girl, I was just trying to appease the Shen family, it was for the Gu family's plans in Tianjin."

"Keep making things up, keep making things up." Gu Qinghan bit her lower lip, her eyes full of disbelief, but her body went limp in his arms. "Since it's official business, I'll go too. Anyway, I'm the crew's discipline supervisor, and Su Mucheng is also part of the crew. It's perfectly reasonable for me to come and inspect, right?"

This is a classic example of "If I'm unhappy, you won't have an easy time either."

Zhu Xun Chuan knew perfectly well what was going on. If this instructor with the pointer really went to the scene, he would run into the half-mad Shen Tianxi, plus Su Mucheng on stage who was ready to sacrifice herself at any moment, and Xie Jinghong backstage who was eyeing him covetously...

Goodness, they weren't going to listen to music, they were going to attend his funeral.

"No." Zhu Xun Chuan's tone suddenly became extremely serious, his eyes revealing a deep affection that said, "I'm doing this for your own good."

Gu Qinghan was taken aback: "Why not?"

"Qinghan, use your brain." Zhu Xun Chuan sighed, reaching out to cup her stunningly beautiful face. "Tonight's event was packed with hundreds of cameras and media outlets. Who are you? You're the eldest daughter of the Gu family, a star tutor at Peking University. If you were to appear with me in those noisy stands and get photographed, what would Grandpa Gu think of you? What would those who want to gossip about you say?"

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned closer, his nose brushing against hers, his tone incredibly suggestive: "You are my bright moon, a treasure I can only savor alone in my office. If you go to a place like that, crammed in with those fans, it will break my heart. And..."

He deliberately drew out his words, a mischievous glint in his eyes: "If you go, I'll have to keep up appearances all the time. I still prefer... you in this uniform, waiting for me here to come back."

Gu Qinghan's defenses crumbled in that instant.

Although she knew the man was probably just fooling her, the phrase "You are my bright moon" and that sense of "possessiveness" struck her most tender and insecure spot.

Among those women with powerful backgrounds, she always felt that her only bargaining chip was being "Zhu Xun Chuan's woman." And Zhu Xun Chuan gave her the "forbidden and unique feeling" she craved most.

"You...you're just trying to coax me." Gu Qinghan turned her head away, the frost on her face melting into a blush. "Then come back soon. Tonight...you're not allowed to stay overnight there."

"Yes, Instructor Gu." Zhu Xun Chuan kissed her forehead heavily, the crisp sound making Gu Qing Han tremble all over again.

Zhu Xun Chuan released his grip, straightened his suit collar, and resumed his aristocratic demeanor as a wealthy young master.

"Go ahead, don't keep them waiting." Gu Qinghan sat behind her desk, picked up a pen, and, trying to appear calm, opened a lesson plan book. "I need to get to work."

Zhu Xun Chuan smiled, turned around and walked out of the office.

As the wooden door closed, Gu Qinghan's carefully maintained composure crumbled instantly. She looked at the papers scattered on the floor and the monitor swept away, then at the ruined black stockings on the table, and couldn't help but spit out a curse.

"What a... jerk."

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On his way downstairs, Zhu Xunchuan's steps appeared light and effortless.