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

The air conditioning was blasting inside the Rolls-Royce.

Jiang Yao straddled Zhu Xun Chuan's lap, the hem of her wine-red silk cheongsam sliding completely open along her smooth thighs.

She wrapped her arms around Zhu Xun Chuan's neck, rested her chin on his shoulder, and her warm breath gently touched his earlobe.

The scent of rose perfume in the air was so strong it was almost overwhelming, mixed with a hint of the warmth and softness of her skin.

"I'll leave the door open tonight." Jiang Yao's voice was soft and seductive as she casually traced circles on the back of his neck with her fingers. "If you dare to stand me up, I'll tie you up in a club and make sure you can't get out of bed for three days."

Who can stand this.

Zhu Xun Chuan's hand rested naturally on her lower back. The silk fabric was so thin that he could even feel the warmth of her waist.

But his mind was racing faster than an F1 car at that moment. The soft touch in his hand didn't make him lose his temper; he had to get out of the car immediately.

Su Mucheng was just deleted from her contacts. That girl is simple-minded. If she were in such a hurry that she would post on Weibo to find someone, the gate of Kyoto University would be trampled down by paparazzi tomorrow.

"Hiss..." Zhu Xun Chuan suddenly gasped, his brows furrowing instantly.

Jiang Yao stopped moving and immediately lifted her head from his shoulder. Her eyes, which had been filled with allure, instantly became wary: "What's wrong? Did you aggravate the wound on your collarbone?"

"It's not my collarbone." Zhu Xun Chuan clutched his stomach, his expression perfectly convincingly pained. "It's my stomach. The ribs in the cafeteria at noon were definitely undercooked. My stomach is churning right now."

As he spoke, he gently patted Jiang Yao's thigh: "Miss Jiang, if you keep pressing down on me like this, I might just die on this multi-million dollar custom-made silk chair of yours."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yao's expression immediately changed. Her possessive and yandere nature was insignificant compared to Zhu Xun Chuan's health.

She quickly got off his lap, sat back down in the seat next to him, and straightened the messy hem of her cheongsam. Her eyes were full of undisguised worry: "Who told you to eat that kind of garbage from the cafeteria? No way, I'll have Ah Da drive to the private hospital right away."

"No need, no need, it'll be fine in the restroom." Zhu Xun Chuan reached out and opened the car door, half his body already leaning out. "Besides, I have a professional class this afternoon, Professor Fu Xinghe's class, and his attendance checks are extremely strict. I need to hurry up and clock in."

Jiang Yao bit her lip. Although she was reluctant, she knew she couldn't let him embarrass himself in the car.

"Then text me after class." She leaned forward, ignoring the driver and bodyguards in the front row, and planted a quick kiss on Zhu Xun Chuan's cheek, leaving a faint red mark. "Remember, tonight you're mine."

"Yes, my little princess."

Zhu Xun Chuan closed the car door and watched the Rolls-Royce smoothly drive out of the tree-lined road before letting out a long sigh of relief.

He turned around, strode into the School of Arts building, and instead of returning to the classroom, he went straight into the fire escape stairwell on the second floor, the one that was usually unused.

The stairwell was dimly lit, with only a few rays of light coming in from the ventilation vents.

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned against the dusty wall, took out his phone, quickly opened the WeChat search bar, and skillfully entered a string of phone numbers he knew by heart.

The search results popped up.

The profile picture is a cartoon orange cat wearing sunglasses, nicknamed "Big Orange Cat".

He clicked "Add Friend" and typed two words in the verification message: "[It's me]".

send.

Almost simultaneously, the system notification appeared: [You are now friends and can start chatting.]

This girl has been glued to her phone the whole time.

Before Zhu Xun Chuan could type anything, a voice call popped up.

Zhu Xunchuan slid down the answer button and held the phone to his ear.

"Waaaaah..."

There were no questions or curses on the other end of the phone, only extremely aggrieved sobs, like a kitten whose dried fish had been stolen.

"Brother Chuan..." Su Mucheng's voice was soft and sweet, with a strong nasal tone, "Why did you delete me? Did I hurt you last night? Or did I say something wrong? Please don't leave me..."

Hearing these humble words, Zhu Xun Chuan's sense of guilt symbolically flickered for half a second.

The nation's first love with 20 million fans cried like a lost child on the other side of the screen.

"Don't overthink it." Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his voice, his tone conveying an extremely realistic sense of urgency and helplessness. "Just now, our advisor suddenly called a few of us class leaders into the office for a surprise check of the study groups on our phones. My phone was right there on the table, unlocked!"

The crying on the other end of the phone paused for a moment.

Zhu Xun Chuan continued his fabrication: "Don't you even look at what kind of picture you just posted? Your shirt buttons were undone like that, and your thighs were showing a huge amount! If Teacher Gu sees it and posts it online, what will become of your top celebrity status? I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely and wanted to click 'recall,' but my hand slipped and I clicked 'delete' instead."

This explanation is flawless, even forcibly packaging the act of "blocking" the scumbag into "sacrificing oneself to protect your career."

"Ah..." Su Mucheng gasped, the grievance in her voice instantly turning into lingering fear, followed by overwhelming gratitude, "So that's how it is... Brother Chuan, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. You're so good to me."

She didn't bother to examine the logic at all; as long as Zhu Xun Chuan gave her a way out, she would run up to it herself and even wipe the steps clean for herself.

"It's good that you know you were wrong." Zhu Xun Chuan breathed a sigh of relief and then teased, "But seriously, you photoshopped that picture way too much, didn't you? The legs were stretched so much that you couldn't even see the kneecaps. I almost thought it was one of those honey trap pictures online."

"I don't!"

Su Mucheng panicked, her voice instantly rising eight octaves, the sound of her rolling around on the bed echoing through the air. "I absolutely didn't Photoshop it! Those are my real legs! I didn't even add a filter!"

"Really? I don't believe it." Zhu Xun Chuan leaned against the wall, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"If you don't believe me, come and measure me yourself tonight!" Su Mucheng blurted out, only realizing how ambiguous her words were after she finished speaking. The breathing on the other end of the phone suddenly became rapid.

She bit her lower lip, her voice becoming sweet and clingy again: "Brother Chuan... I miss you so much. My back still aches from last night. I canceled two gigs, so I'll wait for you at the hotel tonight, okay?"

Just then, a utterly devastated scream came from the background of the phone call.

"Su Mucheng! Are you crazy! Tonight's charity gala is a setup by three major investors! You canceled? What excuse did you give? Saying your back hurts and you can't get out of bed?!"

That was the voice of Assistant Song, filled with helplessness and a hint of anger.

"Sister Song, stop making noise! ​​Get out, get out!" Su Mucheng shouted impatiently, followed by a loud bang as the door slammed shut.

The world is quiet now.

"Brother Chuan, don't mind her, she's going through menopause." Su Mucheng spoke into the microphone, her tone immediately switching back to her sweet and charming mode. "By the way, I have three consecutive concerts at the Kyoto Gymnasium next month."

"Oh? That's impressive, tickets must be incredibly hard to get, right?"

"Of course." Su Mucheng's tone was slightly smug. "But you don't need to buy them. I've already asked Sister Song to send the physical tickets for the best VVIP seats in the middle to your school. I filled in your dorm address, and it's being delivered by SF Express within the city. It should arrive this afternoon."

Zhu Xun Chuan's eyelids twitched suddenly.

Physical ticket? Sent to dormitory 621?

What if Shen Tianxi visits and sees them? What if Gu Qinghan checks the dorms and finds them?

"Why did you send it to the dorm?" Zhu Xun Chuan rubbed one temple.

"I'm saving it for you to bring your roommate along. Didn't you say your roommate is my die-hard fan?" Su Mucheng said matter-of-factly. "Oh, and I also booked the top-tier private room at Cuiwei Pavilion tonight. We'll go eat first, and then..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning behind her soft laugh was self-evident.

Zhu Xunchuan hung up the phone.

The stairwell was quiet, except for the sound of his heavy breathing.

He raised his left hand and glanced at the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, which gleamed with a cold light.

That evening, Jiang Yao waited for him to relieve his pent-up desire on the top floor of a private club next to the school.

That evening, Su Mucheng waited for him at Cuiwei Pavilion in the city center for dinner, and then went back to the hotel to have her leg measured.

Before that, he also had to guard against Shen Tianxi dragging him out for late-night snacks, and against Gu Qinghan's possible death orders at any time.

Zhu Xun Chuan rubbed his face, feeling like he wasn't in college, but on a series of "Mission: Impossible" infiltration missions.

Every step is like walking on a tightrope; the slightest misstep could result in a cataclysmic explosion, shattering you to pieces.

He straightened his collar, which Jiang Yao had loosened, pushed open the fire door to the stairwell, and prepared to return to his dormitory to intercept the "VVIP ticket" that could explode at any moment.

I just walked out of the School of Arts and walked along the tree-lined path to the dormitory building.

From afar, he saw his roommate Lin Yuan running towards him like a rocket, waving his arms and with his face flushed.

"Brother Chuan! Holy crap! This is terrible!"

Lin Yuan rushed in front of Zhu Xun Chuan, almost crashing into him because he couldn't stop in time. He was panting heavily, his hands on his knees, his eyes wide open like saucers.

"What the hell?" Zhu Xun Chuan slapped him.

"It's scarier than seeing a ghost!" Lin Yuan grabbed Zhu Xun Chuan's arm, his fingers trembling. "Do you remember that graduate student building next door that was bought?"

"I remember, what's wrong?"

"The lady of the house is here!" Lin Yuan swallowed hard, his voice cracking with excitement. "A convoy of over a dozen Maybachs! They've completely blocked the south gate of our school! The security guards not only didn't stop them, they even stood on both sides saluting!"

Lin Yuan grabbed Zhu Xun Chuan and dragged him towards the dormitory: "You should go take a look! I've only ever seen such a spectacle in movies! And that hostess..."

"What's wrong with the mistress?" Zhu Xun Chuan's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"She's so damn young and beautiful! She looks about our age, and her aura is amazing! If I could hook up with a rich woman like her, I'd have no regrets for the rest of my life!" Lin Yuan exclaimed excitedly, spitting everywhere. "Brother Chuan, do you think someone with my looks and charisma would fall for me?"

Lin Yuan glanced at the incredibly handsome Zhu Xun Chuan again, and sighed, "Although I'm a little less handsome than you, Brother Chuan, I'm still a rising star!"