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

"No requirements." Zhu Xun Chuan's eyelids twitched wildly.

"Okay," Shen Tianxi said into the phone. "Make me a striped tiger, but don't include the character '王' (king) in the middle of its head; instead, write '川' (river). Yes, it has to be gold, the kind that's blindingly bright."

Three minutes later.

Above the red and cauldron-shaped lights of Kyoto's night sky, a formation of 10,000 performance drones streaked across the sky like shooting stars.

They circled and changed formations above the stadium, eventually combining to form a lifelike tiger. Golden lights pierced the red shadows, and the huge, striped tiger roared in the air, the "川" character on its forehead shining brightly, even overshadowing the stage spotlight.

The fans in the audience had completely gone crazy.

"Holy crap! That's a drone formation? That must be military-grade!"

"That was support from Dinghe Group just now, who's doing this now? This is huge news!"

Zhu Xun Chuan sat in his seat, feeling the possessiveness on both sides that seemed to be tearing him apart.

On the left, Shen Tianxi's small hand had already slipped inside his shirt, her fingertips restlessly circling his abs; on the right, Xia Wanying's long, black-stockinged legs went even further, directly rubbing against the edge of his trouser zipper.

The two women's eyes met, and their gazes almost sparked with lightning.

"Drones? Miss Shen, you've got quite the spending power." Xia Wanying said sarcastically.

"The whole city is lit up? Mr. Xia is really rich and powerful. I wonder if the power bureau will call you in for tea tomorrow." Shen Tianxi was not to be outdone.

Zhu Xun Chuan was caught in a pincer attack, his back almost bent, and he could only frantically cast pleading glances at Su Mu Cheng on the stage.

My little darling, stop singing! If you don't come down, your man is going to spontaneously combust in the front row!

Su Mucheng seemed to have received the signal.

Just as her song reached its interlude, the rousing electric guitar melody began. Instead of following the planned dance steps and circling in the center, Su Mucheng, holding the microphone upside down and wearing silver stilettos, charged straight towards the front row.

Amidst the screams of her fans, she braced herself against the railing, which was taller than a person, with one hand.

Stab it--!

Her feather skirt was caught on the sharp edge of the railing, revealing a section of her shapely thigh, as smooth as fine mutton fat jade. She didn't care at all and used the leverage to easily flip over.

thump.

Su Mucheng landed steadily in front of Zhu Xunchuan, no more than twenty centimeters away from him.

The entire arena was silent for a second, then erupted into a tsunami-like roar.

"Give me a kiss! Give me a kiss!"

Some male fans in the front row were so excited that they were pinned to the ground by security personnel.

Su Mucheng was slightly out of breath, fine beads of sweat clinging to the tip of her delicate nose, and the scent of a mature woman mixed with the fragrance of a young girl wafted over.

She didn't look at Xia Wanying, nor did she look at Shen Tianxi.

Under the murderous gazes of the two women, Su Mucheng stretched out her fair hand and, in full view of everyone, grabbed Zhu Xunchuan's tie.

She pulled down hard.

Zhu Xun Chuan had to lean down, their faces so close they could almost feel each other's eyelashes.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Su Mucheng stood in front of Zhu Xunchuan, her silver feather dress looking as holy as an angel under the cold light.

She gave a mysterious and breathtaking smile to all the audience.

"This next song wasn't originally on the list. But today, I felt the atmosphere was right."

Su Mucheng's gaze passed over Gu Qinghan, past Xia Wanying, and fixed intently on Zhu Xunchuan's eyes. Her red lips parted slightly:

"Next, I'd like to invite this handsome and charming guy to come up on stage and sing 'The Heart's Destination' with me. Handsome guy, you won't refuse me, will you?"

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The entire Workers' Stadium seemed to fall into an eerie stillness.

The spotlight, like a sharp sword, completely illuminated the area in the first row. The eyes of 50,000 spectators, dozens of high-definition cameras with their long lenses, and even the drones hovering in the air, were all fixed on the man sitting there.

This is the first time since Su Mucheng's debut that she has taken the initiative to invite a male fan to sing along at a concert.

What's more, this man had a delicate young lady in a white dress sitting to his left and a powerful, mature woman in a red dress right next to him.

The sour and murderous smell in the air was so strong that even the spectators sitting in the mountaintop stands could smell it clearly.

Xia Wanying's toes, clad in Balenciaga black stockings, lingered precariously on Zhu Xunchuan's inner thigh. Shen Tianxi's full breasts remained firmly pressed against his left arm. In the back row, Gu Qinghan's high heels had already dug a deep dent into the carpet.

Three women, three completely different yet equally deadly pressures, reached a critical point at this moment.

If either of them moves first, it's like Mars colliding with Earth.

Zhu Xunchuan sat in the very center of the storm's eye.

He did not get up immediately, nor did he show the slightest hesitation despite being watched by tens of thousands of people.

He simply leaned back in his chair, his deep gaze meeting Su Mucheng's, who was only twenty centimeters in front of him, a playful smile curving his lips.

Then, he turned his head slightly.

Without using a microphone or making any exaggerated gestures, he simply spoke slowly in an extremely deep and undeniable voice that only the four of them could hear:

"Tens of thousands of eyes are watching, countless cameras are pointed at me. If anyone makes me lose face tonight, don't blame me for not leaving the door open for them in the future."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried the chilling and domineering air of someone who had long held a position of power.

He paused for half a second, his tone now carrying the air of a scumbag.

"Open your minds, everyone. If you want to settle accounts, do it privately when you get home."

This statement precisely hit the three women's Achilles' heel.

Xia Wanying is a tycoon queen who runs a multi-billion dollar empire, and she values ​​face and the big picture above all else; Shen Tianxi is a little princess from a military compound, and deep down she is most afraid that Zhu Xun Chuan will really get angry and leave her; Gu Qinghan is a university teacher from a scholarly family, and dignity is her life.

The most crucial line is "Go back to bed and calculate slowly."

These few words carry a strong sense of privacy and suggestion, effectively reducing a fierce battle for a husband to a private, intimate affair within the confines of one's own home.

Xia Wanying let out a soft hum from her nose.

Her foot, which had been wreaking havoc on her suit trousers, finally stopped its punishment. With a deft flick of her toe, it slipped precisely back into her eight-centimeter black stiletto heels. She crossed her legs again, straightened the neckline of her deep-V red dress, and resumed her aloof and unapproachable chaebol demeanor.

Shen Tianxi pouted, looking aggrieved.

She reluctantly let go of Zhu Xun Chuan's arm with her two little hands, and even pinched his arm with her fingertips in a fit of pique before sitting up straight obediently.

As for Gu Qinghan behind him.

She took a deep breath, her full chest heaving twice. She raised her long, slender, white hands, silently adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, and shifted her gaze elsewhere.

The crisis is over.

Zhu Xun Chuan dusted off non-existent dust from the hem of his suit jacket and calmly stood up.

The moment he straightened up, the system panel flickered deep within his retina.

[Perfect aura, activated.]

boom!

An invisible aura, full of wildness and oppression, instantly erupted from his tall and upright body.

Today he was wearing a custom-made dark black suit, without a tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were casually undone, revealing a small patch of his strong collarbone.

The Patek Philippe Nautilus on his wrist, worth millions, refracted a cold metallic luster under the spotlight.

He didn't look at the women around him with their various expressions, nor did he look at Su Mucheng on the stage with her expectant expression.

He simply strode forward, walking slowly and deliberately down the aisle toward the stage.

That relaxed and arrogant demeanor didn't resemble that of a lucky fan called on stage by a big star at all; rather, it sounded like a financial tycoon surveying his entertainment empire, heading towards his most obedient canary.

"Holy crap! Who's that? He's so handsome!"

"With that aura, I'd believe it if you told me he was the heir of some wealthy family!"

"No wonder Mu Cheng chose him; the two of them standing together are like an idol drama come to life!"

A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience, and the fans in the front row frantically pressed the shutter button, afraid of missing a single frame.

Just as Zhu Xunchuan was passing by the edge of District D.

Three boys holding up support signs for Su Mucheng suddenly jumped up from their seats.

"Holy crap! Godfather's awesome!"

"May our godfather be mighty! May our godfather enjoy eternal bliss!"