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

Following behind her convoy were a total of twelve heavy-duty vans.

Xia Wanying took off her sunglasses and tossed them to her chief secretary behind her: "Remove all that junk from them. Get twelve truckloads of original German d&b Audiotechnik audio equipment set up within two hours."

The secretary bowed her head and took notes: "Understood, Mr. Xia."

"Also," Xia Wanying said with a disdainful look, glancing at the rows of plastic chairs in the first row, "Dinghe Group has booked all the VIP seats in the front row. They've been replaced with airline-grade first-class seats."

Director Zhang from the school's logistics department had just run over when he heard this and almost collapsed.

This isn't just a campus welcome party; this level of event completely surpasses the scale of a national-level gala!

Xia Wanying completely ignored the shock of those around her. She had come under the guise of offering sponsorship, but her real purpose was to scout out the location. She knew very well that she wouldn't be the only one sitting there tomorrow night.

As soon as she finished giving the instructions, her gaze swept across the crowd and instantly locked onto Zhu Xunchuan at the edge of the stage.

And then there's Su Mucheng, who just stepped off the stage and naturally stood next to Zhu Xunchuan.

Su Mucheng tilted her head back, her eyes and brows filled with undisguised joy. She even raised her fair little hand and naturally helped Zhu Xunchuan straighten the collar of his suit.

Xia Wanying's eye twitched almost imperceptibly.

She owns numerous businesses, but privately she's a die-hard fan of Su Mucheng. On the night of the concert, she spent a billion yuan without batting an eye just to give Su Mucheng a good impression.

But while being a fan is one thing, being a man is the bottom line.

The man Xia Wanying has her eye on, even if the King of Heaven himself came, she wouldn't let him go, let alone the star she's chasing.

Xia Wanying walked over, her high heels clicking softly. The crowd parted to make way for her.

"Superstar Su, rehearsals must be tough."

Xia Wanying stopped in front of the two of them. Her voice was not loud, but it carried a strong sense of aggression.

Su Mucheng paused slightly as she adjusted her collar. She turned her head and, of course, recognized the female tycoon who had passionately kissed Zhu Xunchuan in front of 50,000 people in the front row.

Two stunningly beautiful women from different fields clashed violently in mid-air. Sparks flew.

Su Mucheng withdrew her hand, her smile gentle and pure, without any aggression, yet carrying a soft counterattack: "President Xia, you've gone to great lengths, even personally delivering the equipment. Actually, the school's sound system is sufficient."

Xia Wanying's red lips curled slightly as her gaze swept unceremoniously over Su Mucheng's dangerously short pleated skirt before returning to Zhu Xunchuan's face.

"There's no other way. If I don't come and supervise personally, I'm afraid some people will go to the wrong place and fall." She said with a double meaning, "After all, some stages are not for everyone to stand firmly on."

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Although the surrounding staff couldn't hear what they were saying, the suffocating atmosphere of the scene had already made many of them break out in a cold sweat.

Zhu Xunchuan, caught in the eye of the storm, didn't even flinch.

He was all too familiar with the rhythm of walking a tightrope.

Xia Wanying's bodyguard, with keen insight, handed her a bottle of room-temperature Evian mineral water.

Zhu Xun Chuan took the bottle with his left hand with remarkable ease and unscrewed the cap with one hand. He didn't drink it himself, but instead brought the bottle to Xia Wan Ying's lips.

"The weather is dry and everything is hot; summer always helps to cool you down," Zhu Xun Chuan said casually.

Xia Wanying was stunned for a moment. In front of so many people, this intimate act of feeding carried a far stronger sense of asserting ownership than any words. She gave a haughty hum, but obediently took a small sip from Zhu Xunchuan's hand.

The previously taut lines of the shoulders and neck softened instantly.

Just as Xia Wanying was drinking water, Zhu Xunchuan's right hand had already crossed half a body length and naturally rested on Su Mucheng's shoulder.

"The climax of that slow song just now," Zhu Xun Chuan said seriously, pointing to the lift in the center of the stage, "you could actually take a couple more steps to the left. With the new ceiling lights that President Xia sent, it would maximize the advantages of your waistline and leg shape. The visual impact would double."

She feeds wealthy female CEOs with one hand and guides top female celebrities with the other.

It flows smoothly and clearly reveals its flaws, yet there's not a single flaw that crosses the line.

The two women, who were originally at odds, were left somewhat bewildered by his businesslike micromanagement.

The anger was forcibly suppressed, but no excuse could be found to lash out.

Xia Wanying swallowed her water, and considering the top-notch sound equipment and the saliva she had just swallowed, she gave Zhu Xunchuan a cold, aloof look: "I've upgraded the equipment and venue for you to the highest standard. If the performance tomorrow night is a disaster, I'll hold you responsible."

Su Mucheng knew when to stop, and obediently nodded as Zhu Xun Chuan placed his hand on her shoulder: "Whatever you say. Then, President Xia, I'll go check the new blocking with the lighting technician."

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't mention anything romantic or sentimental, focusing entirely on the "overall situation of the party," effectively extinguishing the chaotic scene that had been ignited.

As Su Mucheng turned and walked back to the stage, Xia Wanying took a half step closer, and a high-end perfume scent with rosemary wafted into Zhu Xunchuan's nostrils.

"You're quite the smooth talker, aren't you?" Xia Wanying gritted her teeth and sneered in a voice only the two of them could hear. "I'll see how you die tomorrow night."

"Mr. Xia, you're overthinking it. As long as you behave, my water won't spill." Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head, his gaze sweeping unabashedly along her deep V-neckline. "This lingerie is nice; I'll help you take it off later."

"You scoundrel." Xia Wanying's ears burned, she glared at him, and turned around to direct the bodyguards to move the equipment in her high heels.

The crisis is over.

Zhu Xun Chuan stood there, stroking his chin. The feeling of manipulating a woman of top power was indeed an adrenaline rush.

If handled properly, tomorrow night's fishpond shareholders' meeting might just turn into his coronation ceremony.

Just as he was calculating whether there were any hidden dangers he had overlooked.

An unusual commotion suddenly broke out at the main entrance of the playground.

The deans and vice-principals of the colleges who were originally directing the setup on the sidelines all looked like mice seeing a cat. They quickly lined up in two rows, their faces full of fawning smiles, and hurried forward to greet them.

The crowd dispersed.

A stunningly beautiful figure walked gracefully onto the playground, surrounded by the school's leadership team.

It was a silver-white figure.

Meng Wanqing.

Today she wore an extremely form-fitting silver-white Suzhou-embroidered cheongsam, over which she wore a beige cashmere shawl. The cheongsam had a high slit, and as she walked, her shapely long legs, encased in flesh-colored ultra-thin stockings, were faintly visible.

Mature, voluptuous, and unattainable, yet possessing a deadly allure that can drive people mad.

While listening to the reports from the deans around her, Meng Wanqing casually raised her head.

Her gaze swept across most of the noisy playground, ignoring Su Mucheng on the stage and Xia Wanying directing the unloading, and landed precisely on Zhu Xunchuan's face.

From a distance of several dozen meters, the executive vice president, who was at the top of the power pyramid at Peking University, gave him a half-smile.

His eyes seemed to say: Little man, I'm taking over your territory.

Zhu Xun Chuan took a deep breath.

Very well, the final boss has left the stage.