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

The air conditioning in the lounge was very strong.

Second-tier actress Li Na, wearing an extremely short deep-V halter dress and ten-centimeter high heels, swayed her hips as she walked to the leather sofa, carrying two steaming cups of coffee.

A pungent and cheap perfume scent instantly filled the air, abruptly shattering the tranquility of the room.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat in the center of the sofa, his long legs casually crossed. He toyed with a dark gold Zippo lighter in his hand, without even lifting his eyelids.

Seeing that Zhu Xun Chuan was ignoring her, Li Na's ambition burned even brighter. In this industry, face was the least valuable thing. As long as she could get close to this mysterious big shot who even the director had to bow and scrape, she would do anything, even strip naked on the spot, let alone pay him.

She deliberately took half a step forward and leaned her upper body forward.

"Mr. Zhu, this is Mandheling that I ground myself for you, please try it..."

Before she could finish speaking, Li Na let out an extremely affected gasp and twisted her ankle. She lost her balance, and the two cups of coffee in her hands splashed straight onto Zhu Xunchuan's black windbreaker, while she herself fell into Zhu Xunchuan's arms.

The tactic is old-fashioned, but it often works wonders in the enclosed space of a lounge. All it takes for a man to do is reach out and support her; the subsequent physical contact then follows naturally.

However, the warm and soft embrace she had envisioned never happened.

Having undergone the rigorous training of the Dragon Fang Special Forces' Hell Week, Zhu Xun Chuan's physical reaction speed was far beyond that of ordinary people. His eyes were unusually calm, and with a sudden burst of power from his left leg, he and the cushion slid to the right half a meter with remarkable agility.

"Bang!"

Li Na missed her target and slammed her upper body heavily against the sofa armrest. Two cups of scalding coffee spilled onto the expensive Persian carpet, and the splashes of brown water even soiled her own smooth calves.

Embarrassing, disheveled, humiliated.

Li Na lay on the sofa, tears welling up in her eyes from the pain. She quickly raised her head, putting on a pitiful look, preparing to apologize and try to get closer to him.

"Click".

The door to the lounge was pushed open from the outside.

Su Mucheng, wearing a pure white floral dress, stood smiling in the doorway. Her gaze swept over the spilled coffee on the floor, then landed on Li Na, who was leaning on the armrest of the sofa.

On that sweet and harmless face, the smile remained cloying, but a sharp, cold glint flashed in her eyes.

"Oh dear, what's wrong, Senior Li?" Su Mucheng walked into the room with light steps.

She walked directly to Zhu Xun Chuan's side and sat down in the spot he had just vacated, affectionately linking her arms with his.

When Li Na saw the top celebrity enter the room, she was so startled that she quickly got up from the sofa, tugged at her disheveled skirt, and awkwardly smiled apologetically: "Mu Cheng... I was delivering coffee just now, and I accidentally slipped."

In the entertainment industry, status is the absolute hierarchy. Su Mucheng is a top star with millions of fans, while she is just a second-tier celebrity who relies on flirting to gain attention, and she is someone you can't afford to offend.

"You can fall on flat ground?" Su Mucheng tilted her head, her tone sickeningly sweet, yet every word was like a knife stabbing into Li Na's face. "Senior, you're getting old, your legs aren't very mobile, so please don't wear such high heels. What if you fall and get seriously injured? What will you do about your upcoming appearances?"

Li Na's face turned pale and then red in an instant, but she didn't dare to say a single word in rebuttal.

Su Mucheng showed no sign of stopping. She reached out to straighten Zhu Xunchuan's windbreaker collar, her gaze casually sweeping over Li Na's revealing attire.

"And you weren't holding the coffee very steadily, senior. Luckily, it didn't spill on my brother." Su Mucheng covered her mouth and chuckled, her voice clear and crisp. "He has a strange temper and is a bit of a germaphobe. If he gets the smell of green tea from outside, he'll have to wash for a long time when we get back."

"You..." Li Na blushed, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt tightly.

"Senior Li, is there anything else? It seems the director is about to start preparing for the next recording session." Su Mucheng gave him the hint to leave.

Li Na gritted her teeth, but could only swallow her anger. She forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, then turned and fled the lounge in her high heels.

The sound of hurried, chaotic footsteps echoed down the corridor.

"Bang."

The door to the lounge closed again.

The moment the lock clicked shut, Su Mucheng's composure and sharpness vanished completely. She instantly dropped all pretense, like a kitten who had suffered a great injustice, straddling Zhu Xunchuan's lap and tightly wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Brother, her perfume smells awful!" Su Mucheng buried her face in Zhu Xunchuan's neck, rubbing against him desperately, her tone full of coquettishness and displeasure. "Why didn't you just kick her out? Why did you leave her there pouring coffee!"

Zhu Xun Chuan was amused by her seamless face-changing skills.

He wrapped one arm around her slender waist and used the other hand to pinch the back of her neck, lifting her head slightly.

"Wasn't I quick enough to dodge? I was almost about to break through the window and jump out." Zhu Xun Chuan raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in his deep eyes. "But you, Su, the big star, usually acts all innocent in front of me, but when you started tearing people apart just now, you were practically ready to devour them whole."

Su Mucheng tilted her head back, her watery eyes staring straight at him without backing down.

"Who told her to be so reckless as to cling to you?" She puffed out her chest defiantly and declared domineeringly, "You're mine. Those vixens won't even get a touch of you."

This intense possessiveness, coupled with her extremely pure and sweet face, creates a fatal contrast.

The smile in Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a highly aggressive darkness.

He wrapped his arms around Su Mucheng's waist and suddenly stood up.

Su Mucheng gasped in surprise, her feet leaving the ground. Zhu Xunchuan took two large steps back, turning her around and pinning her against the large solid wood dressing table in the lounge.

The cold marble countertop clung to the hem of her skirt. She was forced to lean back, her hands awkwardly bracing themselves on the surface.

"Sharp-tongued." Zhu Xun Chuan looked down at her, reaching out to lift her delicate chin with his finger. "Looks like I've been spoiling you too much lately."

Su Mucheng's breathing became rapid. Looking at the imposing man in front of her, she felt no fear, but rather a hint of expectant tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't waste any more words and directly lowered his head to kiss her.

This was a deep kiss tinged with punishment.

Without any probing, Zhu Xun Chuan pried open her lips. Domineering, forceful, and brooking no refusal.

Su Mucheng let out a soft moan, her body instantly going limp. She gave up all resistance, her hands instinctively climbing onto Zhu Xunchuan's broad shoulders, responding to him passionately and clumsily.

The temperature in the lounge rose sharply. The pungent perfume scent in the air was completely masked by the alluring, sweet peach fragrance emanating from Su Mucheng.

Their breaths mingled. Zhu Xun Chuan's hand slowly moved up her slender waist, feeling her amazing curves and heat through the thin fabric.

Su Mucheng felt oxygen-deprived from the kisses, and an alluring blush rose to the corners of her eyes. Her long legs involuntarily hooked around Zhu Xunchuan's waist, bringing the two of them so close that they were practically touching.

Just as the two were kissing passionately and the atmosphere was about to completely spiral out of control.

"Buzz—buzz—buzz—!"

Suddenly, the phone in Zhu Xunchuan's down jacket pocket emitted an extremely piercing video call ringtone.

In this extremely ambiguous and private environment, the ringing of the bell was like a death knell.

Zhu Xun Chuan paused, his brows furrowing slightly.

Su Mucheng opened her eyes groggily, her moist red lips slightly parted, her chest heaving. She was clearly still not recovered from the deep kiss just now.

Zhu Xun Chuan released her lips, reached into his pocket with one hand, and pulled out his phone, which was vibrating wildly.

The screen lights up.

Three large, imposing characters were prominently displayed in the very center.

【Xia Wanying】