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

The cold wind of early autumn howled along Gongti North Road.

Lin Yuan wrapped his thin coat tighter around himself; the night air was slightly chilly, and he was already shivering. His two roommates next to him also hunched over, looking at Zhu Xun Chuan, who was standing on the curb smoking, with resentful eyes.

A pure black Audi A6L came to a smooth stop in front of the four people. The window slowly rolled down, revealing a cool and stunningly beautiful profile.

Wearing a black collared trench coat and gold-rimmed glasses, the dim lighting in the carriage illuminated Gu Qinghan's refined jawline, giving him an aura of unapproachability.

"Couldn't get a taxi?" Gu Qinghan rested his hands on the steering wheel, his tone flat, behaving like a typical business professor. "Get in. I just finished dealing with the venue's disciplinary inspection, so I'll give you a ride back to school."

Lin Yuan and his two companions were instantly stunned. Just a moment ago they were feeling sorry for the three top-of-the-line luxury cars that Zhu Xun Chuan had rejected, and now their icy goddess counselor had appeared right in front of them.

"Thank you, Teacher Gu! Thank you, Teacher Gu!" Lin Yuan reacted quickly, opening the car door and climbing into the back seat. The remaining two unfilial sons also bowed repeatedly, scrambling to squeeze in first.

Zhu Xun Chuan stubbed out the unlit cigarette and casually tossed it into the trash can. Without any hesitation, he opened the passenger door, strode in, and sat down comfortably.

The car door closed, shutting out the noise from outside.

The carriage was heated and filled with a cool, high-end sandalwood scent. This fragrance was so unique that it completely overpowered the other women's perfumes that clung to Zhu Xun Chuan's clothes.

The three people in the back row sat upright, their hands flat on their knees, barely daring to breathe. But in a corner they couldn't see, the WeChat group for dormitory 621 was already flooded with messages.

Lin Yuan: "Holy crap! My ice-cold goddess tutor came to pick me up in person! What kind of bewitching drug did my godfather give me?!"

Old Zhao: "A god has descended! I thought I was going to freeze to death on the street tonight. Brother Chuan is awesome, this is a true master!"

Monkey: "Stop talking nonsense. Don't you guys feel the atmosphere in the car is off? I'm about to suffocate."

The Audi started smoothly and merged into the traffic.

Gu Qinghan stared straight ahead, not even glancing at the man in the passenger seat. She pressed the accelerator, and only very soft instrumental music echoed inside the car.

"Zhu's 'balancing act' skills are truly becoming more and more refined." Gu Qinghan lowered his voice, speaking in a volume only the two people in the front row could understand, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm and sourness. "You'd rather stand in the cold wind on the street with your roommate than get into a rich woman's luxury car. What, a billion-dollar investment isn't even enough for you to get on that ride?"

Zhu Xun Chuan adjusted his posture, leaning to the left, his gaze brazenly fixed on Gu Qing Han's chest, which was accentuated by the seatbelt.

"No matter how expensive a rich woman's luxury car is, it's not as warm as Teacher Gu's passenger seat." Zhu Xun Chuan chuckled, his voice deep and seductive.

Gu Qinghan's fingers tightened around the steering wheel. She snorted coldly, forcing herself to remain calm: "Stop arguing with me. If you don't write a 10,000-word practice report by tomorrow morning, I'll deduct all your participation points."

"Because I know my bright moon will come to take me away," Zhu Xun Chuan suddenly blurted out, completely ignoring her warning.

There was a moment of deathly silence in the carriage.

Gu Qinghan's breathing visibly faltered. A flicker of panic crossed her eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses, and a blush quickly crept up her fair ears. She pressed her red lips tightly together, and her foot involuntarily pressed harder on the accelerator.

The traffic light ahead turned red. The Audi slowly came to a stop at the stop line.

Zhu Xun Chuan gave Gu Qinghan no chance to catch his breath. His left hand left his knee, silently crossed the center console, and boldly covered Gu Qinghan's right hand, which was gripping the gear lever.

It feels cool to the touch and is delicate and soft.

Gu Qinghan's body stiffened abruptly. She reflexively tried to pull her hand back, but Zhu Xun Chuan grabbed her palm tightly.

"Are you crazy?" Gu Qinghan gritted his teeth, lowered his voice and scolded, his eyes darting frantically to the rearview mirror.

In the back row, Lin Yuan and his two companions had tacitly closed their eyes at some point. The snoring was so fake it was almost unbelievable, yet they were extremely dedicated to playing the role of props who were "dead asleep."

Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled into a roguish smile. Instead of loosening his grip, his fingertips slowly slid down the back of Gu Qing Han's hand.

It went past the edge of her trench coat and landed directly on her rounded thighs, which were tightly wrapped in sheer black stockings.

The palm instantly felt an amazing firmness and elasticity. The black silk fabric transmitted the burning heat of Gu Qinghan's thigh.

Gu Qinghan gasped. Her long legs instinctively snapped together, clamping tightly around Zhu Xun Chuan's large, mischievous hand.

"Stop it..." Her voice softened, with a tremor she herself didn't even realize.

Zhu Xun Chuan ignored him completely. His broad, calloused hand gently caressed the outside of her thigh. His fingertips, through the thin black silk fabric, felt the astonishing smoothness. Little by little, he slid deeper and more sensitively towards the inside of her thigh.

The temperature inside the carriage soared. The cool sandalwood scent was completely dispelled by the hormonal aura emanating from Zhu Xun Chuan, creating a cloyingly sweet and tantalizing sensation that sent chills down one's spine.

Gu Qinghan bit her red lips tightly, not daring to make a sound.

Normally, she's the aloof, icy goddess of the School of Literature, the counselor who'd give a cold shoulder to any boy who even glances at her. But now, on a midnight street, in her own car, in front of three students in the back seat, she willingly lets this domineering man fondle her prized long, black-stockinged legs.

A powerful sense of shame and taboo spread through Gu Qinghan's body like poison. A hazy mist welled up in her eyes, and her defenses completely crumbled. She gave up struggling, letting Zhu Xunchuan's fingers roam freely over her black stockings.

The green light came on. Gu Qinghan suppressed the strange feeling in his body, released the brake, and continued driving forward.

Throughout the journey, Zhu Xun Chuan's hand never left her leg. Gu Qing Han even had to devote some of her energy to responding to the force from his fingertips.

Twenty minutes later, the Audi drove into the gate of Peking University and came to a smooth stop in front of dormitory building 621.

"You're awake, we've arrived." Zhu Xun Chuan slowly withdrew his hand and patted the passenger window.

The three people in the back row immediately "woke up," rubbing their eyes with blank expressions.

"We're here? So fast. Thank you, Teacher Gu!" Lin Yuan pushed open the car door and scrambled out of the car. The third and fourth brothers followed closely behind, running faster than rabbits.

Only two people remained in the car once again.

Zhu Xun Chuan unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to look at Gu Qing Han. Gu Qing Han's hands gripped the steering wheel, her chest heaving, her gold-rimmed glasses slipping slightly, and the blush at the corner of her eyes was breathtakingly vibrant. Her black stockings were slightly disheveled from being kneaded, exuding a cruel beauty.

"Teacher Gu, thank you for bringing me back." Zhu Xun Chuan leaned closer, stopping less than three centimeters from her cheek. "Drive slowly on the way back. Wait for me in the office tomorrow morning."

Gu Qinghan turned her head and looked at the handsome face so close to hers. She did not back down, but instead met Zhu Xun Chuan's gaze. Her tone had regained some of its coldness, but her confidence had completely vanished.

"If you dare to be even a minute late, I'll flip your bed over."

Zhu Xun Chuan laughed loudly, pushed open the car door, got out, and walked into the dormitory building without looking back.

Gu Qinghan watched his figure disappear into the corridor, and her tense body finally went completely limp. She slumped back in the leather chair, raised her hand, and took off her glasses. Touching her burning cheeks, she couldn't help but let a faint smile, which even she found unbelievable, curl up at the corners of her lips.

"Damn it," she muttered under her breath, restarted the car, and drove into the night.

After this incident, Gu Qinghan has firmly planted an indelible seed in Zhu Xun Chuan's heart amidst all the fierce battles both on and off campus. She is willing to be his shield at Peking University; as long as no one dies, she will protect him.

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Dormitory 621.

After washing up, Zhu Xun Chuan lay back down on the bed, drying his half-dry hair. Lin Yuan and the other two were still in the next bed, recounting their incredible experience of the night, too excited to sleep.

My phone suddenly vibrated next to my pillow.

Zhu Xun Chuan picked up his phone. The screen lit up, but it wasn't Shen Tianxi's room check, Xia Wanying's capital operation, or Su Mucheng's flirting.

It was an eight-second WeChat voice message. Sender: Fu Xinghe.

I opened the voice message, and a woman's uniquely intellectual, clear yet gentle voice came through the receiver. Her speech was unhurried, carrying the composure of years, yet possessing an irresistible charm.

"Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, there's a special exhibition of poetry and ancient paintings at the National Museum. I wonder if you, Zhu, would be interested in accompanying your teacher there?"

Zhu Xun Chuan looked at the dark ceiling, a wild smile flashing in his eyes.

With the Grand Slam Best Actress and the heiress of a tycoon seemingly settled, a top socialite in Beijing, the daughter of a municipal party secretary, has extended an olive branch. It seems this game of playing both sides will never stop.