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

"She was saying that you shouldn't run around like a little fox, or you'll get lost easily," Zhu Xun Chuan said, making up a lie without batting an eye.

"Really?" Shen Tianxi turned her head and suddenly reached out to touch Zhu Xunchuan's collar.

Her finger lingered in that spot for two seconds.

There, not only was there the lingering sandalwood scent of Gu Qinghan, but also the glitter left behind by Su Mucheng when she had just passed by.

"Honey, did you... think Sister Su's legs were beautiful just now?" Shen Tianxi's smile grew sweeter and sweeter, and her other hand had already quietly placed on Zhu Xunchuan's inner thigh, her nails lightly tracing through his suit pants.

"Not as white as yours." Zhu Xun Chuan grabbed her small hand and squeezed it hard. "Your legs are my exclusive collection."

"That's more like it." Shen Tianxi leaned on Zhu Xunchuan's shoulder, but her gaze never left the stage.

On stage, Su Mucheng was in peak condition.

She weaved through a group of backup dancers, each high note piercing the soul, each hip movement precisely aimed in Zhu Xun Chuan's direction.

She was openly expressing her love for this man in her own way, in front of tens of thousands of people.

Zhu Xunchuan felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

The stage lights suddenly turned an ambiguous orange-red.

The background music transitioned to a tender and lingering jazz blues tune.

Su Mucheng sat on a high stool at the edge of the stage, her long legs crossed, her gaze unfocused.

"The next song is a new rendition of an old song," Su Mucheng said into the microphone, her breathing slightly heavy. "It's called 'The Fall.' I'd like to dedicate it to one of the gentlemen here."

"boom--!"

The scene completely erupted.

This is Su Mucheng's second near-suicidal public confession tonight.

Shen Tianxi suddenly stood up.

She clenched her fists tightly, unable to suppress the arrogance inherent in the children of high-ranking officials.

"Um..." Shen Tianxi hadn't spoken yet.

Zhu Xun Chuan suddenly felt that his phone had received a photo.

A photo taken in real time.

The background of the photo is the inside of the stadium.

In the scene, a woman dressed in a black, minimalist suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an air of intellectual elegance, is sitting less than five meters away from Zhu Xun Chuan. She slowly takes off the sunglasses that cover most of her face.

That's... Gu Qinghan.

How did Gu Qinghan get in?! Didn't she say she wasn't coming?!

Zhu Xunchuan's brain went blank at that moment.

Shen Tianxi is on the left, Su Mucheng is in front, Xia Wanying is at the top, and Gu Qinghan is behind.

Four goddesses, covering all aspects of land, sea, air and space.

Zhu Xun Chuan looked at the message Gu Qing Han had sent on his phone screen and felt his heart pounding in his throat.

Gu Qinghan: "Zhu, since you enjoy watching performances so much, you don't need to write a self-criticism. I think it's necessary for me, as your counselor, to sit down with Ms. Shen, President Xia, and Ms. Su on stage, and have a good chat about your extracurricular activities."

Zhu Xunchuan suddenly turned his head.

My gaze passed through the many figures.

He bumped right into Gu Qinghan, who was elegantly pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses and wearing a cold smile.

That was the smile of death.

At that moment, Su Mucheng on stage was singing that line:

Even if it means going against the world, I will drown in your eyes...

Zhu Xun Chuan slowly closed his eyes, with only one thought in his mind:

[If this person manages to get out of here alive, I wish they'd be willing to quit smoking for a day.]

The blue spotlights on the stage shone on the aisle of the first row.

Su Mucheng, wearing that expensive silver-white Swarovski feather mini dress and ten-centimeter stilettos, stopped right in front of Zhu Xunchuan and Shen Tianxi.

Shen Tianxi was just wondering who Su Mucheng was referring to as a "vixen," but now that she saw the nation's first love so close at hand, her arrogant temper as a rich heiress vanished instantly.

She suddenly jumped up from her seat.

"Sister Su! I'm your biggest fan!" Shen Tianxi's face turned red with excitement. She even let go of Zhu Xunchuan's arm and rubbed her hands together nervously in front of her, her eyes full of stars.

This is the destructive power of a top idol. Even a military district heiress who is used to big occasions can't withstand the blow of her idol being right in front of her.

Su Mucheng glanced at Zhu Xunchuan's arm, which had been released, and a satisfied smile secretly appeared on her lips.

"Oh, it's you." Su Mucheng didn't put on any celebrity airs. Instead, she gave Shen Tianxi an incredibly sweet smile and took her hands in hers. "The stage lights were too bright for me to see clearly. But up close, you look so beautiful in this white dress. Your leg proportions are absolutely perfect."

"Really?" Shen Tianxi was overjoyed by the compliment and completely lost her composure. "Sister Su, you look even more beautiful! Your feather dress is so ethereal!"

Two women, who were secretly competing with each other in the air a second ago, are now holding hands and chatting about fashion the next.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat steadily on the leather armchair, his two long legs slightly apart, wearing a polite smile on the surface, but inwardly he was thinking that this little wildcat's tea ceremony skills had improved again.

With just a few words, he coaxed Shen Tianxi into becoming a brainless fangirl, and effortlessly removed her "armed occupation" of his arm.

absolutely.

However, before Zhu Xun Chuan could even applaud Su Mu Cheng in his heart, his body suddenly stiffened.

Because Su Mucheng was chatting intimately with Shen Tianxi, she leaned her upper body slightly forward to appear affectionate. Her already short feather skirt rode up even more with her movement, revealing a large expanse of her fair and dazzling skin.

This isn't even life-threatening.

The crucial point is that, taking advantage of the blind spot, Su Mucheng held Shen Tianxi with one hand, while her other hand, hanging at her side, naturally rested on Zhu Xunchuan's right thigh.

Through the thin fabric of the suit trousers, those slender fingertips, carrying a hint of coldness, rhythmically drew circles on the inside of Zhu Xunchuan's thigh.

Once, twice.

Her fingernails even carried a hint of punishment as she lightly hooked the edge of his trouser leg.

Zhu Xun Chuan gasped, his thigh muscles instantly tensing.

The extreme sense of depravity of being openly groped by a top female celebrity in front of tens of thousands of spectators and right under the nose of his "official girlfriend" sent his adrenaline soaring.

He dared not look down and could only maintain a proper sitting posture.

While Su Mucheng was telling Shen Tianxi, "Let's have afternoon tea together sometime," she was also glancing at Zhu Xunchuan's stiff posture out of the corner of her eye, a hint of cunning and smugness flashing in her eyes.

The fans and photographers around them had already gone crazy, snapping away with their long lenses and cameras at the front row.