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

On one side, cool, silky black stockings were wreaking havoc on the trousers, while on the other side, a sickly young lady was forcibly stuffing warm, sweet grapes into her mouth.

Ice and Fire.

Zhu Xun Chuan took a bite of a grape, the juice bursting in his mouth. With his right hand, he pressed down on Xia Wan Ying's mischievous thigh from the shadows, while his left arm naturally wrapped around Shen Tian Xi's waist.

The master of impartiality is terrifying.

Standing behind her, Gu Qinghan watched this scene, her chest heaving with anger. Her face cold, she stomped her high heels to the empty seat next to Xia Wanying and frantically texted Zhu Xunchuan: "Zhu Xunchuan, you're dead tonight!"

In this suffocating scene of carnage, the foreign bodyguard captain behind Xia Wanying suddenly stepped forward and whispered something.

"Boss, there are three young men behaving suspiciously in the back row, section D. They've been whispering to each other ever since you came in, and their eyes keep darting in your direction. Should we cut off their line of sight, or just remove them?"

Xia Wanying tilted her head slightly and glanced in the direction the bodyguard pointed.

Zhu Xun Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned his head to look. He saw Lin Yuan with his two other unfilial sons in the dormitory, holding binoculars, their mouths agape, their faces clearly saying, "Holy crap, my godfather is awesome, he's got two women on his left and right."

"Stop." Zhu Xun Chuan quickly grabbed Xia Wan Ying's hand. "Don't hurt them. They're my roommates. Three naive single guys. Let them watch the show."

Xia Wanying gave a soft hum, her red lips curving into a charming smile. Her long, black-stockinged leg, which was being held down by Zhu Xunchuan, not only didn't retract but instead rubbed against his palm even more forcefully.

“Pah!”

Tens of thousands of lights in the stadium went out in the same second.

The entire venue was plunged into complete darkness. Only the waves of pink glow sticks held by fans surged wildly.

The darkness amplified Zhu Xun Chuan's senses. The delicate tea scent from Shen Tianxi on his left and the aggressive jasmine fragrance from Xia Wan Ying on his right relentlessly assaulted his nostrils. His palms were covered in sticky sweat.

"I've waited three years for this song. Today, I'm singing it only for one person."

From the giant speakers in the center of the stage, Su Mucheng's ethereal yet deeply affectionate voice rang out.

There was no accompaniment, only a cappella monologue.

Brush it.

Xia Wanying and Shen Tianxi turned their heads almost simultaneously, their two pairs of eyes, which shone brightly in the darkness, fixed intently on Zhu Xunchuan's profile. Their breathing was clearly audible.

The oppressive feeling of suffocation mixed with anticipation made even swallowing a luxury for Zhu Xun Chuan.

"Bang!"

A dazzling burst of cold flame erupted in the center of the stage. A beam of spotlight shone down from the sky, striking Su Mucheng precisely.

The large screen instantly switched to an extremely high-definition close-up.

Su Mucheng's pure and innocent face, the epitome of a nation's first love, appeared before tens of thousands of people. But everyone's attention was drawn to her long, snow-white neck.

No luxurious jewelry was worn between Su Mucheng's delicate and deep collarbones.

There, held tightly to her snow-white skin by a thin black leather cord, was a dark gold Zippo lighter.

On the metal casing of the lighter, there is an extremely bold and powerful single character engraved on it – “川” (Chuan).

Those were Zhu Xun Chuan's personal belongings that he accidentally left in the gap between the sofa and the sofa in her RV when she first started university.

Inside the stadium, the dark gold lighter gleamed on the high-definition screen.

"Sichuan."

This was not just a character engraved on metal; it was more like a silent hammer blow that precisely struck Xia Wanying and Shen Tianxi's hearts.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat on the leather armchair and could clearly feel that the "light tea aroma" on the left was about to boil, while the "night jasmine aroma" on the right had instantly frozen into a bottomless ice.

"Zhu Xunchuan, explain yourself?" Xia Wanying's voice was so cold it could chill you to the bone.

She ground her toe hard against Zhu Xun Chuan's suit trouser leg, with such force that it seemed she wanted to crack his leg bone through the fabric.

Zhu Xun Chuan remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he thought to himself: Su Mu Cheng, this little wildcat, usually seems so well-behaved, but she dares to flip the table at such a crucial moment.

"Explain what?" Zhu Xun Chuan seized Xia Wan Ying's mischievous foot, his fingertips lingering suggestively on her arch through the Balenciaga stockings. "That was a custom-made piece, accidentally left behind during our last business meeting. Wan Ying, you're in business too, losing a lighter, is it really that big of a deal?"

"Did you throw it into someone's collarbone?" Shen Tianxi sneered from the left.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with a sickly red blush, and her slender nails had dug into Zhu Xun Chuan's palm.

"Honey, if you like engraving, I'll have someone engrave a whole box of them for you. I'd even engrave your name into my bones. But other people's things are just an eyesore."

Before Zhu Xun Chuan could even coax the kitten on the verge of turning evil, Su Mu Cheng on stage had already started singing.

That was a slow song she had never released before.

"...You are a fire that accidentally stumbled into the abyss, burning away all my wasteland."

Su Mucheng's singing was plaintive and sorrowful, with each note trailing off, and her gaze remained fixed on Zhu Xunchuan's face.

At this moment, the 50,000 spectators were merely a backdrop; she was sacrificing herself only for him.

Xia Wanying could no longer sit still.

As the richest woman in North China, she has only one life motto: if it can be solved with money, never talk about it. Since you, Su Mucheng, are playing the sentimental card on stage, then I'll crush you with my sheer power.

Xia Wanying picked up the encrypted walkie-talkie handed to her by the bodyguard next to her, her tone icy: "Notify the marketing department, in five seconds, I want the entire city to light up. Centered on the stadium, every LED screen within a ten-kilometer radius should display 'Wishing you all the best'."

"Boss, this requires coordination with the city's appearance and..." The bodyguard captain hadn't finished speaking.

"Add more money." Xia Wanying snapped the walkie-talkie off.

Five seconds later.

Outside the stadium, the once pitch-black Kyoto night sky was instantly dyed a deep crimson like the sunset. Within a radius of several kilometers, hundreds of huge outdoor GG billboards and skyscraper facade lights lit up in unison.

That's the financial power of Dinghe Group, announcing to the whole city who the real financial backer is.

The director inside the stadium keenly noticed the strange phenomenon outside the window, and in a quick turn of the camera, projected the red glow outside onto the big screen.

The audience gasped in surprise, thinking it was a special effect from the concert.

Shen Tianxi stared at the crimson glow outside the window, her teeth grinding together. In terms of money? The Shen family might not be as powerful as the Xia family. But in terms of people, when had the Jinmen Mansion ever lost?

In front of Zhu Xunchuan, she dialed a military region encrypted number.

"Hello, is this Sister Liu from the cultural troupe? This is Tianxi. Do me a favor and bring out all 10,000 performance drones you're preparing for the celebration. Yes, right here at the Workers' Stadium. I need them to form a pattern in the sky."

Shen Tianxi tilted her head and looked at Zhu Xun Chuan sweetly, "Honey, what are your requests?"