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

The dry ice fog above the stadium had not yet dissipated when the accompaniment for the second song seamlessly began.

This is an extremely sweet love duet. The rhythm is upbeat and the melody is catchy.

Wearing silver high heels, Su Mucheng used the stage movement to get directly in front of Zhu Xunchuan.

The silver feather dress she wore today was dangerously short, completely exposing her leg lines. She tilted her head back, her watery eyes staring straight into Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes, her gaze overflowing with affection.

Zhu Xun Chuan had one hand in his pocket and the other holding the microphone. He didn't have the awkwardness of an ordinary person going on stage at all; his voice was lazy and magnetic, and every word he uttered carried a nonchalant flirtation.

The two interacted frequently on stage. Su Mucheng deliberately moved closer, her shoulder brushing against Zhu Xunchuan's chest almost imperceptibly.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't dodge. When he reached the climax of the song, he raised his hand and naturally patted Su Mu Cheng's head twice.

This one action completely ignited the emotions of 50,000 people.

The screams nearly lifted the dome off the stadium.

At the same time, Weibo's backend servers issued an alarm indicating that they were overwhelmed.

The hashtag #SuMuchengMysteriousMaleCompanion# jumped to the top of the trending searches in just two minutes, followed by a glaring dark red "Explosive" sign.

The programmers got up overnight to increase the system's capacity. Countless fans lamented and expressed shock in the comments section, frantically trying to find out who this man, whose aura overwhelmed even the biggest stars, was.

In the first row of the VIP area, dim lighting concealed three distinct storms.

Shen Tianxi sat on the leather armchair. She had completely forgotten her status as the young lady of the Tianjin Military Region, and she had also forgotten how she had just been asserting her dominance. Now, she held her hands to her chest, her eyes wide open, filled with twinkling stars.

"My husband is so amazing..." she muttered softly, twisting her body excitedly. "To be able to share the stage with Sister Su is so cool, and he sings so well too."

She's completely lost any trace of her arrogant and spoiled self; she's now a total die-hard fan. The visual shock of seeing her idol and her man performing on the same stage—the sheer joy of being fans of both—completely extinguished the girl's rationality.

back row.

Gu Qinghan sat in her seat, her two long, slender legs in black stockings tightly crossed. She coldly watched the two people on stage blatantly pulling at each other.

She took off her gold-rimmed glasses, reached into her coat pocket with her right hand, and gripped the Audi car keys tightly. The metal edges left deep red marks on her palm, but she felt no pain.

She took a deep breath, her chest heaving.

"Extracurricular activities? Social research?" Gu Qinghan gritted his teeth and sneered inwardly.

She started planning how to deal with this jerk when she got back. Five thousand words of self-criticism definitely wouldn't be enough. At least ten thousand words. Not only would it have to be handwritten, but he would also have to read it aloud, sentence by sentence, in her office, right in front of her. If he mispronounced a single word, she would whip his palm with a bamboo pointer.

First row, right side.

Xia Wanying leaned back in her chair. The deep V-neck of her burgundy dress revealed a stunning view. She didn't sulk like Gu Qinghan, nor did she swoon like Shen Tianxi.

Her sharp, business-chairwoman eyes gleamed with a chilling glint of capital.

She raised her hand and touched her chin.

She had always liked Su Mucheng and often tipped her online, making her a true top fan.

Since I am destined to meet Zhu Xunchuan, then it must be fate.

Xia Wanying turned her head and beckoned to the foreign bodyguard captain behind her.

The bodyguard captain immediately stepped forward and bent down.

"Notify the group's finance department." Xia Wanying's voice was extremely cold, yet carried an undeniable air of authority. "Before dawn tomorrow, transfer one billion yuan to Jinghong Entertainment's corporate account. Designate it as exclusive sponsorship for Su Mucheng's solo tour and new movie."

The head of the bodyguards paused for a moment, then lowered his voice to remind him, "Boss, this funding isn't in the annual budget, and the entertainment sector isn't our core business. What about the board of directors…?"

"Do I need to report to you and those old men when I spend my own money?" Xia Wanying glanced at him.

The bodyguard captain lowered his head and immediately pressed the communicator to issue commands.

Xia Wanying looked back at the stage. A breathtaking smile curved her red lips.

Jealous?

These two words don't even exist in the dictionary of the richest man in North China.

Since her own man likes this female celebrity, likes to listen to her sing, likes to watch her dance in a feather dress, and even threw a lighter into her collarbone.

Then she simply used a billion yuan to take over the female celebrity, the entire film crew, and even the company behind her, Jinghong Entertainment.

I bought it as a special toy to amuse him.

Whoever controls the capital controls the rules of the game. On this stage, Su Mucheng is a star idol, but in Xia Wanying's eyes, she is nothing more than a canary priced at a billion.

The song ended.

The dry ice on the stage dissipated. Zhu Xun Chuan returned the microphone to the staff member and walked straight down the steps without any hesitation.

The moment he sat down, a sense of oppression surged from both sides.

Shen Tianxi immediately snuggled up to him, hugging his arm and rubbing against him, her sweet scent filling the air: "Honey, you're amazing! I've decided, from now on I won't listen to anyone else sing, I'll only listen to you sing!"

Xia Wanying, standing to the right, suddenly blurted out, "You sang well. Since you enjoy playing these entertainment industry simulation games so much, how about I buy Jinghong Entertainment tomorrow and give it to you as a graduation gift?"

Zhu Xunchuan's heart skipped a beat.

Buying an entertainment company for a billion dollars like a toy? Is this the thought process of a top conglomerate? Others get jealous by crying, making a scene, or threatening suicide, but she gets jealous by simply buying out her rival.

Zhu Xun Chuan turned to look at Xia Wan Ying, and pinched her thigh in the shadows: "Wan Ying, having too big a vision can hurt your back. Just enjoy the performance."

"Zhu, please pay attention to your attendance." Gu Qinghan interrupted abruptly from the back row, his voice icy cold. "Bring your 'practice report' to my office at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Surrounded by these three women, Zhu Xun Chuan felt a slight ache in his back, even with his enhanced physical abilities. Just as he was about to think of a way to distract himself, the stage lights suddenly changed.

The originally dazzling cool-toned lights instantly turned into an ambiguous pink.

On the huge circular screen, the image changed and transformed into a giant pink heart-shaped frame.

The DJ, microphone in hand, shouted in an incredibly energetic voice, "Friends! The atmosphere tonight is absolutely electric! Now, let's move on to the most exciting part of our concert—the Kiss Cam!"

"The camera on the big screen scrolls randomly! The two people selected by the heart-shaped frame, regardless of their relationship, must kiss for ten seconds in public!"

As soon as the DJ finished speaking, the entire venue erupted in deafening laughter and screams.

The camera on the big screen began to scan the audience frantically. Countless couples were captured, some blushing as they kissed, others embracing and kissing passionately.

Zhu Xun Chuan was sitting in the center of the first row when his eyelids suddenly twitched.

His intuition told him that something bad was about to happen.

Sure enough, after the director's camera swept around the entire venue, it seemed to receive some kind of instruction and suddenly zoomed in with extremely smooth focus.

The image on the big screen freezes.

A huge pink heart-shaped frame accurately framed the area of ​​the first row.

In the very center of the frame was Zhu Xun Chuan's handsome yet cold face.

To his left was Shen Tianxi, a sickly beauty in a white dress; to his right was Xia Wanying, a wealthy heiress in a red dress.

The camera even panned slightly back, capturing Gu Qinghan, dressed in a professional suit and exuding a cool and aloof demeanor, in a corner of the back row.

One man and three women.

The eyes of all 50,000 people in the stadium instantly focused on that spot on the big screen. The air in the stadium seemed to freeze in that instant.