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

Her voice carried a fatal languor, but her eyes revealed a mad, ready-to-destroy spirit at any moment.

Standing behind Zhu Xunchuan, Su Mucheng instinctively took a half-step back, forced by Pei Yanyu's powerful aura. Her fingers gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, and her eyes reddened. She knew she couldn't win the argument and didn't even have the courage to speak.

But Gu Qinghan did not back down.

A hint of coldness flashed in the eyes of the specially appointed psychology professor from Peking University. She took a step forward, her high heels landing squarely between Zhu Xunchuan and Pei Yanyu, the hem of her black trench coat fluttering in the wind.

"Actress Pei." Gu Qinghan pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the cool scent of jasmine mingling with the strong fragrance of roses. "This is a filming location; unauthorized personnel are not allowed. If you wish to visit the set, please follow the official procedures."

One ice, one fire.

Two women of exceptional beauty and charisma clashed head-on in the night. The tension in the air was so palpable that a single spark could send the entire resort into the sky.

Director Wang was trembling with fear, worried that the two ladies would start fighting on the spot, which would ruin the show.

Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control, Zhu Xunchuan made his move.

He didn't back down, nor did he offer any explanation. He raised his right hand, reached over Gu Qinghan's shoulder, and wrapped his arm around Pei Yanyu's slender waist.

Pei Yanyu's body stiffened.

Zhu Xun Chuan suddenly exerted force, pulling the arrogant movie queen into his arms. The two were pressed tightly together, and he even shamelessly pinched the soft flesh on her waist.

Pei Yanyu's crazy peach blossom eyes widened instantly, and her breathing became erratic.

"Director Wang." Zhu Xun Chuan, with Pei Yan Yu in his arms, turned to the still-dazed director, his tone domineering yet casual, "This is Actress Pei, a free permanent observer! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and go in and get a chair."

Director Wang, as if waking from a dream, was so excited his face turned bright red: "Add more! Add more right away! Quickly, bring out the best sofas and chairs!"

This is Pei Yanyu for free! As long as she sits in the observation room, even if she doesn't say a word, the show's ratings will skyrocket!

Pei Yanyu was stunned by Zhu Xun Chuan's sudden change of the tables. She had prepared a whole host of accusations and was ready to cause a scene, but his casual remark completely changed the mood.

She leaned against Zhu Xun Chuan's broad chest, looked up at his cold, handsome face so close to hers, and suddenly smiled.

She bit her red lips, leaned close to Zhu Xun Chuan's ear, and sneered in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Fine, Mr. Zhu. I'll put you in the rules, and see how you handle this tonight."

Ten minutes later, the observation room was restarted.

The atmosphere inside was extremely eerie. The original three-person seating had been squeezed into four.

On the far left is Gu Qinghan, sitting upright with a cold expression; in the middle is Zhu Xunchuan, leaning back in his chair with an air of authority; to Zhu Xunchuan's right is Pei Yanyu, looking languid and charming; and on the far right is Su Mucheng, looking aggrieved with her head down.

The large screen lights up and begins playing footage of ordinary guests interacting in the living room that evening.

In the scene, Jiang Ze is sitting on the sofa playing on his phone. Lin Wanyu comes over with two glasses of freshly cut lemonade and places one of them in front of Jiang Ze.

"Drink less iced drinks," Lin Wanyu said with a gentle smile.

Jiang Ze didn't even look up, his eyes fixed on the chat interface on the screen, a smile playing on his lips: "Yeah, just leave it there."

Lin Wanyu's smile froze for a moment. She sat down next to Jiang Ze, her eyes casually glancing at his phone screen. There it was—the surfing guide sent by the straightforward female guest.

Lin Wanyu didn't react; she simply picked up a magazine and quietly flipped through it, trying her best to maintain a composed and dignified demeanor. On the opposite single sofa, Song Chuxia hugged a cushion and silently watched all this, her eyes filled with envy and a sense of loss that Lin Wanyu was able to sit next to Jiang Ze.

This incredibly realistic chaotic scene involving ordinary people perfectly reflects the atmosphere in the observation room at this moment.

"Teacher Pei, how would you rate this relationship?" Director Wang quickly handed the microphone to the biggest topic generator.

Pei Yanyu took the microphone, leaned slightly towards Zhu Xun Chuan, and curled her red lips into a mocking smile.

"Some women are just too sensible." Pei Yanyu's voice was languid, but her gaze intentionally or unintentionally swept over Su Mucheng on the far right. "Men are like that; the more presentable you are, the more they take advantage of you. You're holding a cup and asking after my well-being, but what he's thinking about is how to reply to other women's messages."

She paused, her eyes turning fiercely aggressive: "If it were me, I wouldn't give him a chance to look at his phone. I'd tie him up, lock him in a room, and make sure he sees no one but me. Dignity? That's for the dead."

When these shocking and outrageous remarks were made, the staff in the control room all gasped in shock.

Su Mucheng lowered her head even further, twisting her hands around her skirt, her eyes reddening again. She felt that Pei Yanyu was scolding her.

"I disagree with Actress Pei's opinion."

A cool, clear voice cut in from the left. Gu Qinghan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, stood tall and straight, and picked up the microphone.

"From a psychological perspective, extreme possessiveness and physical restrictions will only accelerate the collapse of intimate relationships." Gu Qinghan's tone was calm, her words precise and authoritative, carrying the pressure of academic authority. "Love is a game, not a one-sided imprisonment. Mature partners know how to maintain appropriate boundaries. Attention gained through emotional blackmail is merely a false prosperity. True control is built upon rules and bottom lines."

Gu Qinghan's words were an absolute rebuttal to Pei Yanyu's outrageous criticisms, and also an implication to Zhu Xunchuan: I am the one who can understand you and have an equal dialogue with you.

"Rules?" Pei Yanyu sneered, turning to look at Gu Qinghan. "Rules in love? Professor Gu, have you ever been in a relationship?"

The smell of gunpowder instantly ignited.

Director Wang was so excited his palms were sweating. The two queens are going head-to-head, and this episode is sure to dominate the top ten trending topics!

"Both of you make a lot of sense."

Just as tensions were about to rise, Zhu Xun Chuan's deep, magnetic voice rang out.

He picked up the microphone and calmly interrupted the impending argument. He didn't take sides, his gaze fixed on the screen showing Jiang Ze and Lin Wanyu.

"Absolute imprisonment is suffocating, and absolute rationality is too boring." Zhu Xun Chuan tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "Love doesn't need rules, but I do."

He paused for a moment, and his powerful aura instantly enveloped the entire observation room.

"Because in this game, I am the one who sets the rules."

Domineering, arrogant, and beyond question.

This statement is not only a critique of an ordinary person, but also a warning to the two women beside him who are always ready to fight: Here, no one else's opinion matters, only mine does.

Gu Qinghan bit her lower lip, her fingers tightening slightly as she gripped the pen.

Pei Yanyu narrowed her peach blossom eyes, looking at Zhu Xunchuan's sharply defined profile, her infatuation and desire to conquer burning even brighter.

Recording continues.

Bright spotlights shone on the four men. But beneath the tablecloth, out of the camera's view, a more secretive and deadly confrontation was just beginning.

Pei Yanyu leaned back lazily in her chair. She quietly kicked off her ten-centimeter red-soled high heels.

A long leg encased in black lace-trimmed stockings slowly stretched to the left, concealed by the large tablecloth.

Her toes found the cuff of Zhu Xun Chuan's trousers precisely. Through the thin fabric, the smoothness of the stockings and the warmth of his leg were instantly felt.

Pei Yanyu's toes traced a provocative, upward slant along Zhu Xunchuan's shinbone. Her movements were slow yet unrestrained, carrying a clear seduction.

Zhu Xun Chuan's expression remained unchanged, his upper body still maintaining an upright sitting posture as he continued to listen to Director Wang's explanation of the process. But under the table, the muscles in his right leg suddenly tensed, and his knee blocked outwards, precisely trapping Pei Yan Yu's ankle as it continued to explore upwards.

Pei Yanyu was not to be outdone, and tried to break through the defense by using her ankle.

The two engaged in a clandestine contest of strength and skill under the table.

In the midst of this extreme tug-of-war, Zhu Xun Chuan exerted slightly more force. Pei Yan Yu's toes slipped, and she lost her balance.

The jade-like foot, clad in black lace stockings, suddenly crossed the boundary and slid to the right.

"Smack."

A very light touch.

Su Mucheng, who was sitting on the far right, looking down at the script and trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, suddenly shuddered.

She felt a foot, incredibly soft and with an unfamiliar texture, suddenly rest on her smooth knee. And, unconsciously, that foot rubbed against her.

Su Mucheng suddenly raised her head, her peach blossom eyes filled with fear and astonishment, staring straight at Pei Yanyu sitting next to her.

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