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

Zhu Xun Chuan chuckled softly. He cupped Su Mu Cheng's face in his hands, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

"I've said it before, rules are meant to be broken, and islands are meant to be kept secret." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice sounded exceptionally seductive in the quiet night sky. "Today, I'm keeping my promise."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head and kissed Su Mu Cheng's red lips, which were trembling slightly with excitement.

Unlike any previous attempt at probing or comforting, this kiss was extremely affectionate, filled with absolute possessiveness and an overwhelming doting affection.

Su Mucheng closed her eyes, stood on tiptoe, and responded clumsily but enthusiastically with her hands.

The waves lapped against the hull, making a soft white noise. The temperature on the deck rose steadily as the two men's breathing became increasingly uncontrollable.

Su Mucheng felt like a lone boat that had been adrift in a storm for a long time, finally sailing into the safest harbor.

She slumped into Zhu Xun Chuan's arms, letting his hands roam over her waist.

The atmosphere had been built to its peak.

Su Mucheng's eyes were glazed over, her cheeks flushed red. She reached behind her and touched the invisible zipper at the back of her white knitted dress.

Just as her fingers pinched the zipper pull, preparing to pull it down sharply...

"Click".

A crisp metallic sound of a door opening suddenly came from the lower deck door behind the two people.

Su Mucheng froze, startled as if she had been electrocuted, and instinctively hid behind Zhu Xunchuan.

Zhu Xun Chuan turned around, his eyebrows slightly raised.

The sliding door leading from the lower deck to the top deck of the yacht was slowly opened.

The dim, yellowish glow of the wall lamps poured out from inside the cabin.

Xia Wanying, barefoot with her delicate, white feet, stepped onto the teak floor.

She took off her signature cold business suit and put on an extremely form-fitting burgundy silk robe that perfectly accentuated her curves.

The silk fabric swayed gently in the sea breeze, and the neckline was extremely low, revealing a breathtaking glimpse of snow-white skin.

She held a glass of Romanée-Conti red wine that was only half-empty, and leaned lazily against the door frame.

Those phoenix eyes, which usually exuded calculation and rationality, were now shimmering with a half-smile as they looked at the two who had been interrupted.

"The night view of this sea is really nice."

Xia Wanying raised her wine glass and downed the last drop of red wine in one gulp. A single drop of red wine slid down the corner of her pale lips.

She stuck out her tongue and gently licked her red lips, her voice carrying an irresistible magnetism and provocation.

"Would you mind having an investor in your way during your romantic elopement?"

Su Mucheng shrank back, quickly pulling her oversized suit jacket tighter, and completely hid in Zhu Xunchuan's arms.

Xia Wanying swirled the wine in her wine glass, the liquid sliding down the rim. She stepped over the metal threshold, her bare feet landing on the teak deck. The night breeze blew her burgundy silk nightgown against her skin, outlining her breathtaking curves.

"The entire fleet of yachts at Sea Cliff was transferred to Dinghe Group ten minutes ago." Xia Wanying's gaze swept over Su Mucheng, who was hiding behind her, and her tone was matter-of-fact. "I'm here to inspect my private property, is there a problem?"

Su Mucheng bit her lower lip, her fingers gripping the hem of Zhu Xunchuan's shirt tightly, not daring to make a sound.

Zhu Xun Chuan remained expressionless, and casually pulled the front of Su Mu Cheng's suit jacket tighter to block the sea breeze.

"Inspecting property, dressed like this?" Zhu Xun Chuan's gaze swept unabashedly over Xia Wan Ying's extremely low neckline.

Xia Wanying raised her chin, not avoiding his gaze at all, "It's my boat, I can wear whatever I want."

Luxurious wall lamps cast a dim, warm glow, while an Italian handcrafted leather sofa occupied the central position. Zhu Xun Chuan sat imposingly in the center of the sofa, his arms casually draped over the backrest.

Xia Wanying sat on the left. Her legs were crossed, and the hem of her ice silk nightgown slid down, revealing her toes, painted with dark red nail polish, dangling gently in the air.

She held the Romanée-Conti she had just sipped to Zhu Xun Chuan's lips, "Try it? I've been awake for half an hour, the taste is just right."

Su Mucheng took off her suit jacket, leaving only her thin white knitted sweater. She stretched out her warm hands and placed them on Zhu Xunchuan's thigh muscles, gently massaging them.

"Sister Xia is so busy, yet she still personally takes care of such a small matter as buying a yacht for Brother Chuan." Su Mucheng's voice carried a hint of grievance, but she was full of tea-making skills! "Unlike me, I don't know anything about capital, and I've always been clumsy in taking care of Brother Chuan."

Xia Wanying sneered and took back her wine glass. "The tea is well-brewed. It's just that your level is too low. Without money or power, you can't keep a man just by being sensible."

Zhu Xun Chuan had watched this show long enough. His eyes darkened, and he abruptly stood up.

"Now that we're on board," Zhu Xun Chuan loosened his tie, "let's follow the captain's rules."

Xia Wanying was slightly angry. She glanced at Su Mucheng beside her and said, "Zhu Xunchuan, are you crazy? What do you want to do?"

"To make you understand that investors have no say in this business."

He lowered his head and pressed his lips firmly against hers, which were still trying to reason.

Xia Wanying no longer gets jealous.

early morning.

Zhu Xunchuan opened his eyes; the sunlight was a bit too bright.

Just then, Su Mucheng and Xia Wanying's eyes met.

Xia Wanying snorted coldly and turned her head away. Su Mucheng bit her lip, also snorted coldly, and rolled her eyes without any politeness.

But neither of them continued to provoke the other.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

Xia Wanying picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

"President Xia." The assistant's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, speaking directly without any attempt to conceal it, "The situation at Peking University is completely out of control. The live broadcast incident at Hai Zhi Ya last night couldn't be contained. Both the Gu and Fu families have sent people, and the entire upper-class circle in Beijing is searching for Mr. Zhu's whereabouts."

Xia Wanying hung up the phone. She turned to look at Zhu Xunchuan, a hint of schadenfreude flashing in her eyes, "Looks like you're in pretty much trouble."

Zhu Xun Chuan sat up, his expression indifferent. "Trouble? This is just part of the daily routine."

The sound of the yacht's engine gradually subsided, and the hull rocked slightly as it approached the shore.

Zhu Xun Chuan picked up his phone and deactivated airplane mode.

The moment the screen lit up, dozens of WeChat messages and missed calls popped up like crazy.

At the very top is a barrage of voice messages from Director Wang of "Heartbeat Diary".

Zhu Xun Chuan clicked on it casually.

Director Wang's voice, trembling with tears and on the verge of collapse, immediately echoed throughout the cabin: "Brother Chuan, help!! Miss Jiang has returned to Hai Zhi Ya with a machete! She said she was furious after watching the live stream and is going to chop up the entire crew and feed them to the fish!! If you don't show up soon, this program will turn into a murder scene!!"