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

The night wind rustled through the weeds in front of the abandoned teaching building in the western campus of Peking University.

The moonlight was cold.

Fu Xinghe, Gu Qinghan, and Wen Yiqing—three stunningly beautiful women who could shake up Kyoto's top circles if picked out at random—were standing quietly in front of Zhu Xunchuan.

Three pairs of beautiful, sparkling eyes were fixed on him.

The unspoken message in their eyes was remarkably consistent.

Whom do you send first?

This may seem like a simple multiple-choice question, but it's actually a deadly single-choice question. Choosing either one will offend the other two. And in this moment when you've just experienced a life-or-death situation, when your emotions are at their most vulnerable and sensitive, mishandling it could instantly backfire and destroy all the goodwill you've just built up.

Zhu Xun Chuan stood still, one hand in his trench coat pocket.

His gaze swept across the three women's faces without any hesitation, finally settling on Wen Yiqing's face.

"It's too late, President Wen should head back to the East District soon." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable decisiveness. "It's not safe for a girl to be out alone at night."

In short, they're kicked out.

Wen Yiqing was stunned.

This proud heiress, whose family controls 30% of the fresh food industry in the Yangtze River Delta, has been pampered and spoiled since childhood. Just now in the abandoned building, she abandoned all her pride and clung tightly to his clothes. Now that the crisis is over, he's the first one to kick her out?

Seeing the uncompromising look in Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes, Wen Yi Qing's chest heaved violently.

Her fair cheeks flushed red quickly, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"Zhu Xun Chuan, you bastard!"

She bit her red lips, stomped her foot hard, and turned to run towards the East Campus dormitory building. Her high heels clicked sharply on the concrete, her back view revealing utter grievance and resentment.

Zhu Xun Chuan watched her run away but did not chase after her.

Staying here will only make things more chaotic. Wen Yiqing is an extremely competitive woman at heart. Pushing her away tonight will not only fail to make her give up, but will also ignite her frantic competitive spirit.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

With Wen Yiqing's departure, the tense atmosphere in the air miraculously dissipated by most of it.

Gu Qinghan reached up to adjust her gold-rimmed glasses, and with her other hand, she subtly straightened the hem of her trench coat. Fu Xinghe, on the other hand, raised her hand and elegantly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Both women moved very casually.

But the barely perceptible hint of victory and secret smugness that flashed in their eyes at the same time could not be hidden.

Having driven away a competitor, their sense of superiority as "official wives" was greatly satisfied.

"Let's go." Zhu Xun Chuan turned around and walked very naturally toward the Audi A8L Horch parked by the tree-lined road.

Two women followed, one on the left and one on the right.

Upon arriving at the car, a new battleground descended once more.

There is only one co-pilot.

Zhu Xun Chuan pressed the unlock button, reached out and opened the spacious leather rear door, looking at Gu Qinghan: "Teacher Gu sprained her ankle, but there's plenty of space in the back, so you can stretch your legs out."

Gu Qinghan glanced at the spacious back seat, a hint of satisfaction appearing on her cold, pretty face.

This arrangement was reasonable and took care of her injuries. She did not refuse, but bent down and sat down, her long legs together, her posture dignified.

Zhu Xunchuan closed the back door and turned to look at Fu Xinghe, who was standing at the front of the car.

"Why doesn't the driver sit in the passenger seat and give me, a newbie, some pointers?" He raised an eyebrow.

A barely perceptible blush flashed across Fu Xinghe's elegant face. Maintaining the composure of a specially appointed professor, she walked to the passenger seat in her high heels, opened the door, and got in.

boom.

The car door closed.

Zhu Xunchuan got into the driver's seat and started the engine.

This smooth and effortless maneuver is a textbook example of the art of maintaining balance. By using physical space and plausible excuses, the two women were perfectly separated, so neither felt slighted, nor did the other feel that the other had taken advantage of them.

Inside the carriage, the ambient lighting cast a dark red glow.

The scent of top-grade sandalwood emanated from Fu Xinghe, while Gu Qinghan's cold and elegant rose fragrance lingered in the background. The two distinct scents intertwined in the enclosed space, creating a thick and ambiguous atmosphere.

Zhu Xunchuan gripped the steering wheel with both hands and skillfully drove the executive-class car with the Beijing A red license plate onto the main road.

The car was very quiet.

No one spoke, but in the rearview mirror, Gu Qinghan's gaze kept falling on Zhu Xunchuan's profile. Meanwhile, Fu Xinghe in the passenger seat kept staring at the receding shadows of the trees outside the window, his breathing a beat faster than usual.

Ten minutes later, the car came to a smooth stop in front of the faculty and staff dormitory building.

"I've arrived." Gu Qinghan broke the silence, her voice as cold as ever.

Zhu Xun Chuan got out of the car, walked around to the right rear, and opened the car door for her.

The night wind blew into the carriage through the doors.

Gu Qinghan didn't get up immediately. She sat in the leather chair and reached for her expensive handbag. As she leaned forward, the hem of her trench coat slipped open.

With one foot on the ground, her other long leg, encased in exquisite black stockings, brushed against Zhu Xun Chuan's hand, which was resting on the edge of the car door, seemingly casually yet with extreme precision, as she stepped out of the carriage.

Silky smooth and slightly cool.

With amazing elasticity and warm body temperature.

The touch lasted for less than half a second, but it felt like an electric current, shooting directly from the back of Zhu Xunchuan's hand to his limbs and bones.

Zhu Xunchuan paused.

He lifted his eyelids.

Under the dim yellow light of the streetlamp, Gu Qinghan stood up straight. His face, adorned with gold-rimmed glasses and perpetually exuding an air of asceticism and aloofness, remained completely expressionless.

But those eyes, which usually held a stern look, were now staring straight at him through his glasses.

Deep within his eyes lay a subtle, provocative glint that only he could decipher.

"Zhu, don't forget to hand in your 2,000-word practice report to my office tomorrow morning," Gu Qinghan said coldly, delivering a perfunctory statement.

She turned around, her red-soled high heels lingering in her air, and walked into the dormitory building.

Zhu Xun Chuan only looked away after her figure disappeared behind the gate.

He glanced down at the back of his hand, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

This woman appears colder than anyone else on the surface, but her methods behind the scenes are increasingly deadly.

Zhu Xunchuan closed the back door and returned to the driver's seat.

The car doors closed.

The carriage had become an absolutely private space belonging only to him and the woman beside him.

Fu Xinghe remained gazing out the window, her Suzhou-embroidered cheongsam highlighting her perfect profile.

Zhu Xun Chuan did not rush to shift gears and start.

He leaned back in his chair, took out a pack of cigarettes from his trench coat pocket, pulled one out and put it in his mouth without lighting it.

The air was so quiet it felt almost oppressive.

A moment later, Fu Xinghe's cool voice rang out in the carriage, breaking the silence.

"Isn't it a bit much to just reject such a beautiful woman outright?"

His tone was somewhat nonchalant.

But the strong sour smell could be detected from three blocks away.

Clearly, she was still bothered by Wen Yiqing's clinging to Zhu Xunchuan's clothes and Gu Qinghan's dawdling when getting out of the car.

Even the daughter of a municipal party secretary, and the youngest specially appointed professor at Peking University, can get jealous just like an ordinary young girl.