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

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't say anything. He grabbed her waist with one hand and pulled her and the chair directly in front of him with a little force.

He lowered his head, his nose almost touching her gold-rimmed glasses, his hot breath spraying onto her cheek.

"Professor Gu, the smell of this Shanxi aged vinegar can be smelled all the way down the hallway." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was deep and hoarse, with an undisguised roguishness. "Professor Fu saw that I worked too hard helping the teachers with their administrative tasks and lent me his car. That's called caring for a subordinate. And you, instead, immediately accuse me of settling a personal score. Is this some kind of entrapment?"

"You bastard!" Gu Qinghan was filled with shame and indignation when his secret was exposed, and raised his hand to push his chest.

Zhu Xun Chuan grabbed her slender wrist and pressed it against the edge of the desk. Then, his other hand slid down the edge of her black pencil skirt and, through the thin black stockings, lightly pinched her thigh.

The texture is amazing, smooth yet with a slightly taut elasticity.

Gu Qinghan's body trembled violently, and a muffled groan escaped her throat. She frantically bit her lower lip, and the coldness in her eyes completely crumbled, leaving only an unyielding tear.

"Take your hand away!" Gu Qinghan said in a low, incredibly soft voice, "What if someone knocks on the door later..."

"This door has good soundproofing; we already tested it yesterday, didn't we?" Zhu Xun Chuan whispered seductively in her ear, "Since the advisor is so worried, how about I sleep on the floor here tonight and write a practical report of tens of thousands of words?"

The warm breath tickled her ears, and Gu Qinghan slumped back in the large boss's chair. Looking at Zhu Xun Chuan's handsome face so close to hers, the questions, anger, and jealousy in her mind were shattered by his domineering hormonal aura.

She knew she was drinking poison to quench her thirst, but she just couldn't quit this man who was several years younger than her.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhu Xun Chuan released his hold on her, cupped her cheeks in his hands, and pressed his lips heavily against hers.

Ten minutes later.

Gu Qinghan pushed Zhu Xunchuan away, panting. Her fair cheeks were flushed crimson, and a few strands of her once meticulously combed long hair had fallen loose. She frantically grabbed a tissue and wiped the smudged lipstick from the corner of her mouth.

"Alright, stop fooling around!" Gu Qinghan straightened her collar, forcibly adopting the demeanor of a counselor, but her trembling voice betrayed her. "I called you here because I really want to remind you about the party tomorrow night."

Zhu Xun Chuan pulled up a guest chair, sat down casually, and nodded to signal her to continue.

"This time, due to the new rule of teachers and students performing together, the scale is unprecedented. Not only will Su Mucheng appear as a special guest, but leaders from the Education Bureau and all the major sponsors will be sitting in the front row." Gu Qinghan adjusted his breathing, his eyes becoming serious. "Vice Principal Meng will personally perform on stage as a representative of the school. And Pei Yanyu, who just announced her comeback today... is also there under the guise of casting, to observe the performance."

Gu Qinghan stared intently into Zhu Xunchuan's eyes: "Don't think I don't know about your shady dealings with some of them. If anything goes wrong at that event tomorrow night, a single spark could blow up the entire Peking University. You'd better behave yourself!"

The instructor's warning was tinged with deep concern.

"Don't worry, counselor." Zhu Xun Chuan stood up, walked to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, turned around and winked at her, "No matter how big the venue is tomorrow night, or how many celebrities are sitting in the audience, all I can see in my eyes are your black stockings."

"Get out!" Gu Qinghan grabbed a pen from the table and threw it at him.

Zhu Xun Chuan laughed loudly and darted out the door, closing the security door with a "click".

The air in the corridor began to circulate again. Zhu Xun Chuan straightened the hem of his suit jacket and walked downstairs with a composed gait.

The long list that Gu Qinghan had just made echoed in his mind: Su Mucheng's top-tier status, Meng Wanqing's executive privileges, Xia Wanying's overwhelming capital, Pei Yanyu's movie queen aura, Fu Xinghe's aristocratic background, and Shen Tianxi's military region sickly charm.

Various top forces are about to clash on this small stage. As the man at the center of the storm, he needs to be more clear-headed than ever before.

Zhu Xun Chuan hummed an unknown tune as he walked out of the School of Literature building.

The event tomorrow night will be held at the main open-air sports field in the East Campus of Peking University, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people. He plans to stop by the stage preparation office on the way to check out the security arrangements for the venue.

Just after turning off the tree-lined path, you can see in the distance a huge steel stage frame that has been erected in the center of the playground.

Among a group of student union cadres and school leaders carrying equipment, one figure stood out, as if surrounded by a star on the lawn in front of the stage.

The one standing in the middle of the lawn was Su Mucheng.

Today, she shed the glamorous starlight of the stage and changed into a white pleated skirt with a youthful, student-like feel, paired with a light blue fitted knit top.

The pleated skirt barely covered a third of her thighs, revealing two straight, fair legs without an ounce of fat, dazzlingly white in the autumn sunlight.

This pure and innocent look, so delicate it's almost palpable, is incredibly alluring. Several third-year male students adjusting the lights nearby were practically glued to it.

Su Mucheng was holding a microphone and communicating with the sound engineer. Her gaze shifted, and she precisely caught Zhu Xunchuan walking into the venue.

She didn't stop what she was doing, but the second she turned her back to everyone, she raised an eyebrow at Zhu Xun Chuan. Her tongue quickly slid across her rosy lips, and she silently mouthed two words: "Husband."

Zhu Xunchuan chuckled.

Since he completely won over this top-tier young lady, not only has her innocent aura remained, but her contrasting allure in private has become increasingly irresistible.

He put his hands in his pockets and strode towards the edge of the stage.

Before they even got close, a deep, savage engine roar suddenly tore through the noise of the playground.

Three jet-black Rolls-Royce Phantoms lined up in a row, recklessly driving over the outer plastic track and pulling the handbrake right outside the stage safety line.

The movements of everyone on the playground froze instantly.

The central Phantom door popped open.

A long leg, encased in sheer, subtly patterned black stockings, emerged first, its pointed red-soled high heels clicking on the lawn. Immediately after, Xia Wanying bent down and got out of the car.

She wore a sharply tailored dark red haute couture suit with a black deep-V silk top underneath, and her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders.

Wearing large sunglasses and with her chin slightly raised, her queen-like aura, which she exuded as someone who had long held a high position and controlled a multi-billion dollar conglomerate, instantly made the several student council members who wanted to step forward to ask questions dare not even breathe.