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

"Do you even know what contrast is?" Zhu Xun Chuan placed his hands on either side of her head again. "The higher a woman's status, the more dignified and conservative aristocratic daughter she is, the greater the contrast will be in certain circumstances. For example..."

His gaze slowly moved down and stopped at the open collar of Fu Xinghe's cheongsam.

"You right now."

Fu Xinghe followed his gaze and looked down. His earlier movement had been too forceful, and the buttons he had barely fastened had come undone again. His white silk bodice was almost completely exposed, the deep cleavage dazzling in the dim light.

"Ah!" Fu Xinghe exclaimed in surprise and quickly reached out to cover it.

Zhu Xunchuan should act even faster.

He grabbed Fu Xinghe's wrists, twisted one hand behind her head, and pressed her down onto the rosewood bookcase.

This pose allowed Fu Xinghe's body to fully stretch out, the high slit of her cheongsam completely open, exposing her long, straight legs to the air, clinging tightly to Zhu Xunchuan's trousers.

"Zhu Xunchuan! You're insane! Let me go!" Fu Xinghe panicked. She felt the unbridled aggression emanating from Zhu Xunchuan surging wildly.

"Professor, you've run out of excuses, so you're trying to renege on your debt?" Zhu Xun Chuan wrapped his other arm around her slender waist, pulling her tightly against him. "In business, I believe in a clean and equal exchange of money and goods."

"I changed my mind! I meant Meng Wanqing!" Fu Xinghe struggled violently, a tempting blush rising on his fair skin.

"Too late." Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe, bringing a tingling shiver. "The contract is already in effect, and I reserve the right of final interpretation."

Fu Xinghe's legs went weak, and a surge of passion swept over her like a tsunami. She felt the strength of Zhu Xun Chuan's thighs, forcefully wedging themselves between her legs, completely sealing off any escape route.

"You scoundrel..." Her voice softened, trembling with tears welling in her eyes.

"Yes, I'm a scoundrel." Zhu Xun Chuan made no attempt to hide his roguishness. "So, you have to take responsibility today."

The air in the lounge became thick and scorching.

Fu Xinghe was pinned against the bookshelf by him. Her resistance seemed insignificant under Zhu Xun Chuan's absolute power.

Zhu Xun Chuan did not rush to the next step, but instead admired the Peking University professor's current disheveled and fawning demeanor with burning eyes.

Fu Xinghe closed her eyes, waiting desperately for the storm to break. She knew she couldn't escape.

Just as Zhu Xun Chuan was about to tear off the pure white silk strapless top, a crisp sound of high heels suddenly came from outside the lounge.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the empty Exhibition Hall Zero, gradually approaching the lounge.

Immediately afterwards, a languid, magnetic, and mature woman's voice came through the heavy wooden door.

"Director Sun, I've been working with a team to study Professor Fu's anonymous Tang Dynasty painting for half a month, but we still couldn't solve it. Today I heard that Professor Fu brought a student here, and he solved this age-old puzzle in one fell swoop. As the university president, I have to come and see the young talents of our Peking University."

Upon hearing this voice, Fu Xinghe suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting to their maximum size.

In the entire Kyoto University, there is only one person who can speak to the director of the National Museum in this tone.

Executive Vice President, Meng Wanqing!

Fu Xinghe's mind went blank.

Just moments ago, she confidently used Meng Wanqing as a shield, mocking Zhu Xunchuan for bragging. Now, the person in question has actually barged right in at the door!

Zhu Xun Chuan was also stunned. His hand froze in mid-air. Was this woman related to Cao Cao?

The sounds outside the door were getting closer.

"Principal Meng, you're too kind. Miss Fu and that student Zhu are reading documents in the lounge. I'll knock on the door for you now," Director Sun's respectful voice rang out.

"Knock knock knock".

The dull knocking echoed in the lounge, striking Fu Xinghe's heart.

Fu Xinghe was stiff all over. Her hands were tied behind her back above her head, her cheongsam collar was wide open, her clothes were disheveled, and a man's leg was stuck between her legs.

If Meng Wanqing were to see him like this...

Her reputation as the daughter of a municipal party committee member will be completely ruined, and the entire Fu family will lose face.

Extreme fear and shame welled up inside him. Fu Xinghe looked at Zhu Xunchuan, who was so close to him, his eyes filled with pleading, his lips trembling silently, desperately signaling with his eyes that he must not make a sound.

Zhu Xun Chuan looked at the door panel, then at Fu Xinghe, who was ashen-faced in his arms, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

He freed one hand, took out his phone, quickly typed a WeChat message, and sent it out.

Outside the door, Meng Wanqing's phone suddenly rang.

"Wait a moment." Meng Wanqing's voice stopped outside the door.

In the lounge, Fu Xinghe held her breath. She stared intently at the wooden door, afraid that the doorknob would turn at any moment.

After a few seconds of silence.

"Director Sun, I suddenly remembered I have an urgent meeting at the school. I'll look at this painting another day; I'll take my leave now." Meng Wanqing's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of something ambiguous. The sound of high heels quickly faded into the distance.

Only when the footsteps outside completely disappeared did Fu Xinghe collapse into Zhu Xunchuan's arms like a lump of mud.

She was drenched in cold sweat, panting heavily, clearly exhausted from surviving a close call.

"Why...why did she leave?" Fu Xinghe's voice trembled.

Zhu Xunchuan casually turned his phone screen up in front of Fu Xinghe.

On the screen was a WeChat message that Zhu Xunchuan had sent to Meng Wanqing.

[Master, Professor Fu is discussing some literature with me and it's inconvenient for him to open the door. Please do it another day.]

Meng Wanqing's reply consisted of only one simple word:

【roll.】

Fu Xinghe looked at the WeChat chat history. There was the affectionate nickname "Grandmaster" and Meng Wanqing's "Get lost" with obvious indulgence and coquettishness.

Her brain finally couldn't withstand the successive nuclear-level shocks and, with a "click," completely crashed.

Gu Qinghan is real. She subconsciously thought Meng Wanqing was also real?

How many secrets does Zhu Xunchuan still hold?

Zhu Xun Chuan put away his phone, looked at the dazed Fu Xinghe, picked her up by the waist, and threw her directly onto the large rosewood daybed.

He loosened his tie and looked down at her.

"Professor, now that Professor Gu and Principal Meng's shields have been shattered, shouldn't you keep your promise?"

The rosewood daybed is large and sturdy.

Fu Xinghe was thrown up there by Zhu Xunchuan. Her moon-white Suzhou-embroidered cheongsam slid up with her movements, bunching up at the base of her thighs.

Those long, slender legs, usually hidden under long skirts and untouched by worldly concerns, were now exposed without reservation in the dim air.

Because of the violent pulling just now, the buttons on her collar came undone.

Zhu Xun Chuan knelt on one knee on the daybed, loosened his tie, and looked down at her.

"Professor, now that Professor Gu and Principal Meng's shields have been shattered, shouldn't you keep your promise?"

Fu Xinghe's mind was still buzzing. Gu Qinghan's photo on the desk and Meng Wanqing's coquettish "Get out!" were two consecutive heavy blows that shattered the worldview she had built up over twenty years.

Her proud Peking University Iceberg Alliance had been completely wiped out by this freshman in front of her.

Seeing the undisguised aggression in Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes, Fu Xing He finally realized what was happening. She put her legs together, braced herself on the mattress, and moved back, her back pressed directly against the cool mahogany backrest.

There was no way to retreat.

"Xun Chuan... calm down." Fu Xinghe's voice trembled as he tried to maintain his composure, as he usually did on the podium, attempting to stabilize the situation. "This is the National Museum; staff will be patrolling outside at any time. Besides... how could you take what you just said seriously?"

Zhu Xun Chuan completely ignored this explanation. He placed his hands on the mattress on either side of Fu Xing He's body, completely enveloping her in his shadow.

"I can't calm down." Zhu Xun Chuan stared into her eyes, his tone full of roguishness and cunning. "You were the one who invited me to the art exhibition, you were the one who took my hand and led me into this lounge, and you were the one who made the bet."