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

The flashes of light created a blinding day.

In their photos, it's such a harmonious scene: the nation's first love is approachably holding the hand of a beautiful and wealthy female fan in the front row, while her male companion watches her with gentle elegance. It's practically a famous scene of celebrities spoiling their fans.

Only Zhu Xun Chuan knew how big a bombshell was hidden beneath this scene.

"Sister Su, can I hug you?" Shen Tianxi pressed her advantage.

"Of course!" Su Mucheng laughed heartily, opened her arms, and gave Shen Tianxi a light hug.

In the instant of their embrace, Su Mucheng's fingertips finally and reluctantly left Zhu Xunchuan's thigh.

At the entrance of the passageway not far away, the agent, Sister Song, was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet and frantically bowing to Su Mucheng with her hands clasped together, signaling to the director that the camera was about to cut to her and that she should hurry up and go on stage.

Su Mucheng then released Shen Tianxi.

She took a step back, her gaze passing over Shen Tianxi and landing directly on Zhu Xun Chuan's handsome face.

Her eyes shed their previous politeness and pretense, replaced by an intense, possessive gaze.

Then, under the watchful eyes of 50,000 people, Su Mucheng raised her right hand and gently pressed her index and middle fingers against her luscious red lips.

Then, extend your arm forward and flick your index finger.

An extremely languid yet incredibly seductive kiss flew directly towards Zhu Xunchuan.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

The large group of fans behind him instantly went wild, their screams rising in waves, almost lifting the roof off.

Shen Tianxi covered her flushed face, jumping up and down excitedly: "Honey, did you see that! Sister Su blew me a kiss! She's so sweet to her fans!"

Zhu Xun Chuan touched his nose and casually placed his hand on his leg to cover up the slight unease he had just felt from being teased.

Want me to blow you a kiss?

This silly girl, she really thought it was just a normal kiss. Hidden inside was the seductive scent of someone who'd been thoroughly sedated.

Su Mucheng didn't linger any longer. As she turned around, her silver high heels lightly touched the ground, and the feathered skirt drew a beautiful arc.

A cool fragrance wafts over my face.

In the instant they passed each other, Su Mucheng whispered two words close to Zhu Xunchuan's ear, a sound only he could hear.

"wait for me."

As Su Mucheng nimbly leaped onto the center of the stage, the lights in the entire venue instantly turned a fiery red, and the intense drumbeats struck the hearts of everyone present.

The opening song immediately ignited the atmosphere.

Shen Tianxi excitedly grabbed Zhu Xunchuan's arm, swaying to the rhythm, and kept saying, "Honey, Mu Cheng is so cute! I declare that I'm her biggest fan from now on! After the concert, you have to come backstage with me to get her autograph, okay?"

Zhu Xun Chuan nodded and smiled in agreement, "Okay, I'll go backstage, I definitely will."

A fine layer of sweat seeped from his palms.

Backend?

That's Su Mucheng's territory. If she really goes backstage, this little wildcat might dare to sit on Shen Tianxi's lap right in front of him.

Moreover, given his current situation, he doesn't even have time to think about what will happen after the concert ends.

The phone in my pocket vibrated twice, refusing to stop.

Under the cover of the flashing stage lights, Zhu Xunchuan took out his phone and glanced at it.

Xia Wanying: "The view from the first row is excellent, isn't it? Miss Su's feather dress has a nice texture, and her legs are very smooth, aren't they? I saw that you two were having a rather in-depth conversation when she bent over just now."

Even through the screen, Zhu Xunchuan could smell the condescending sourness and the unyielding pressure emanating from the richest man in North China.

He could even imagine Xia Wanying, sitting in the highest position, position 0, elegantly crossing her legs, playing with a wine glass in her hand, and coldly looking down at the entire battlefield of the first row.

Zhu Xun Chuan typed quickly with one hand: "President Xia is joking. It's just a fan meeting and interaction. I'm more looking forward to visiting President Xia's villa later for a chat."

After clicking send, Zhu Xun Chuan immediately stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

This question is beyond the scope of the curriculum; the more I say, the more mistakes I'll make.

He took a deep breath, trying to refocus his attention on the stage. Su Mucheng's singing and dancing skills were indeed top-notch; she was radiant on stage, and every glance she gave him was precisely aimed at his position.

If that's all there is to it, tonight would be a truly heavenly night.

But, God clearly wasn't going to let him sit idle.

Just as the atmosphere on stage reached its first climax, with 50,000 people singing in unison.

A series of extremely rhythmic, metallic high-heeled clicks stood out abruptly from the noisy music, yet clearly reached Zhu Xunchuan's ears.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The pace was neither too fast nor too slow, yet it carried a certain unquestionable sense of judgment.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar, slightly abstinent sandalwood scent, mixed with a faint smell of ink, silently surrounded us from behind.

The hairs on Zhu Xunchuan's back stood on end instantly.

Before he could even turn his head, a cold and beautiful voice, with an aura powerful enough to freeze a person to death, rang out directly behind him, in the gap between two seats.

"Zhu Xun Chuan, the content of your extracurricular activities is truly diverse and enriching."

Zhu Xunchuan turned his head stiffly.

Gu Qinghan.

Instead of wearing her usual business attire at school, she changed into a very fitted black blazer with a minimalist style, paired with a white silk camisole and slim-fitting black trousers that completely covered her stunning legs in black stockings.

A pair of gold-rimmed glasses sat on her high nose bridge, and behind the lenses, a pair of beautiful eyes were scrutinizing him from above, their gaze flashing with a dangerous light.

She was standing at the edge of the passageway diagonally behind Zhu Xunchuan, no more than two meters away.

He was holding a rolled-up document in his hand; his posture made him look more like an invigilator catching someone cheating in an exam than someone attending a concert.

Shen Tianxi was waving a glow stick when she heard the sound and turned around.

Upon seeing Gu Qinghan, Shen Tianxi paused for a moment, then recognized the counselor she had met at the welcome party.

The sharp intuition of a young lady from a wealthy family kicked in again. Shen Tianxi's smile faded slightly, and her big eyes darted between Zhu Xunchuan and Gu Qinghan, vaguely sensing something was amiss.

"Honey, who is this?" Shen Tianxi deliberately emphasized the word "honey" and leaned closer to Zhu Xun Chuan to assert her ownership.

Gu Qinghan's eye twitched violently when she heard the word "husband".

She ignored Shen Tianxi and took a step forward, stopping directly behind Zhu Xunchuan's chair.

Leaning down, with both hands on the back of the chair, her cool and beautiful face came close to Zhu Xun Chuan's ear.

"What?" Gu Qinghan's voice was low, her icy breath brushing against Zhu Xunchuan's neck. "Aren't you going to properly introduce this...younger sister next to you?"