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

"Brother Chuan." Jiang Yao finally couldn't hold back any longer. Looking straight ahead, her voice was stiff. "That Principal Meng, isn't he thirty this year?"

"Twenty-nine." Zhu Xun Chuan didn't open his eyes.

"Old woman," Jiang Yao scoffed. "Does she dress this provocatively at school?"

But I was shocked. He was only 29 and he had already become the vice principal?

"She usually wears business suits. She looks quite dignified."

"Hypocrite," Jiang Yao declared again, then freed one hand to touch the cold hilt of the butterfly knife in her pocket, secretly vowing, "No matter what tricks she plays tonight, if she dares to flirt with you in front of me, I'll slash her face to pieces!"

Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled into a smile, but he didn't reply.

The Range Rover drove into the core area of ​​Chaoyang District and finally stopped in the underground VIP garage of Ziyu Villa.

This is one of Beijing's most exclusive and affluent neighborhoods, with extremely high security. However, Meng Wanqing had pre-registered Zhu Xunchuan's license plate number in the access control system, allowing him to pass directly through the gate. This detail only intensified Jiang Yao's jealousy.

The two took a private elevator directly to the top-floor duplex apartment.

The corridor was covered with thick wool carpets, making no sound when you stepped on them.

Zhu Xun Chuan stood in front of the double-leaf pure copper security door and raised his hand to ring the doorbell.

Jiang Yao stood half a step to his left rear. She deliberately unzipped her leather jacket, revealing her fair and flat stomach, and even leaned her right leg slightly forward, displaying an extremely aggressive stance. She was prepared to use her most arrogant underworld heiress aura to directly crush the self-proclaimed dignified vice principal.

A soft "click" came from the door lock.

The heavy bronze door slowly slid inward.

The scenery that came into view made Zhu Xun Chuan's breath catch for half a second, which was rare for him, and also made Jiang Yao beside him instantly grip the butterfly knife in her pocket.

Meng Wanqing was not wearing any business suit.

She had just taken a shower, her long, wet black hair cascading casually over her rounded, fair shoulders. She wore only a very form-fitting burgundy silk nightgown, the neckline of which was very low, revealing large expanses of her smooth, white skin and unfathomable curves.

To make matters worse, the nightgown was only long enough to cover the top of her thighs.

A pair of long, slender legs were completely exposed to the air. She wasn't wearing slippers, and her toes, painted with black nail polish, rested on the thick carpet. She held a half-empty glass of red wine in her hand, her eyes were unfocused, and her cheeks were flushed.

Her usual dignified and aloof demeanor vanished completely.

At this moment, Meng Wanqing is a stunning beauty who has unleashed the ultimate languor and charm of a mature woman to the fullest.

"You come here..." Meng Wanqing said with a charming smile.

Her gaze passed over Zhu Xun Chuan's shoulder and landed directly on Jiang Yao, who was standing behind her, exuding a fierce aura and holding a throwing knife.

The air seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

The pure copper security door of the top-floor duplex apartment in Ziyu Mountain Villa was open.

The warm yellow spotlights in the entryway cast a halo of light. The air was filled with the misty vapor from a recent shower, mixed with an extremely expensive woody women's fragrance.

Inside the door, Meng Wanqing stood barefoot on a thick, handmade wool carpet. Her wine-red silk slip dress, made of extremely thin material, clung tightly to her curvaceous body. The hem barely covered her upper thighs, and a light gray, thin cashmere cardigan was casually draped over her shoulders.

Her long, wet, black, wavy hair was draped over her right shoulder. She held a half-empty glass of Romanée-Conti in her hand.

Outside the door. Zhu Xun Chuan, dressed in a well-tailored black bespoke suit, stood with one hand in his pocket. Jiang Yao lagged half a step behind him, her black leather jacket zipped open, revealing her fair, flat stomach. Her Martin boots clicked on the corridor tiles, and she held a gleaming butterfly knife in her hand.

Two completely different auras collided head-on at this moment.

Meng Wanqing's gaze passed over Zhu Xunchuan's strong shoulders and landed directly on Jiang Yao's face, which was full of hostility and wildness.

She showed no surprise, no panic, and not even the slightest tremor in her fingers holding the wine glass. She merely raised her captivating fox-like eyes slightly, and her slender eyebrows lifted gently.

"You brought guests?" Meng Wanqing's voice was languid, slightly tipsy from the red wine. She casually glanced at the knife in Jiang Yao's hand. "This little girl is quite something, bringing a knife to visit in the middle of the night."

The term "little girl" immediately establishes a clear distinction in their seniority and social standing.

Jiang Yao's anger surged instantly. Having grown up amidst the swords and shadows of the Northern Frontier, she had always resolved things with her fists and knives. The condescending gaze of the woman before her, completely disregarding her, precisely triggered her anger.

Jiang Yao pushed open half of the door and strode into the entryway. Her Martin boots slammed heavily onto the expensive wool carpet, leaving a noticeable muddy mark.

"Dressed like this to meet male students in the middle of the night, Principal Meng really has the professional ethics of a teacher." Jiang Yao's gaze swept aggressively over Meng Wanqing's deep curves, and she sneered, "A thirty-year-old woman, trying to seduce a young girl, isn't she afraid of breaking her teeth?"

Her language was blunt and vulgar, with a strong gangster-like demeanor.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't stop him. He casually closed the bronze door, walked to the shoe-changing bench, and put on a pair of men's slippers. He knew very well that if these two women didn't confront each other openly, the thorn in their hearts would never be removed.

Despite Jiang Yao's provocation, Meng Wanqing remained unperturbed. She even stepped aside to clear the passageway to the living room.

"No need to change the shoes, the housekeeper will come to change the carpet tomorrow." Meng Wanqing didn't even look at the mud stains on the carpet. Holding a wine glass, she walked barefoot on the carpet and swayed gracefully towards the island in the center of the living room.

The apartment was enormous, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of Beijing's dazzling neon lights. Leather sofas, expensive oil paintings—every detail exuded the ultimate taste built on wealth and power.

Meng Wanqing walked to the wine cabinet and picked up the crystal decanter.

"Would you like a drink?" Meng Wanqing turned her head and looked at Zhu Xunchuan.

"Warm water is fine. Let's drive." Zhu Xun Chuan walked to the single sofa and sat down.

Meng Wanqing poured herself a glass of warm water and added some red wine to her stemmed glass. Carrying the two glasses, she walked around the island counter and headed straight for Jiang Yao, who was standing in the center of the living room.

With each step she took, the light gray cashmere cardigan slipped down her rounded shoulders, revealing a large expanse of dazzlingly white skin. The burgundy silk camisole shimmered under the light, exuding a mature and alluring charm that was unabashedly revealed.

Jiang Yao gripped the butterfly knife tightly, her eyes fixed on Meng Wanqing.

Meng Wanqing placed the glass of warm water on the coffee table in front of Zhu Xunchuan, then straightened up, holding the stem of the wine glass in one hand, and stood less than half a meter in front of Jiang Yao.

"I don't get angry when it comes to children." Meng Wanqing's eyes sparkled, her voice calm and unhurried. "Women are like a jar of wine. The older they are, the more they should be savored slowly. Those fruit juices that can only quench thirst don't understand this kind of flavor."

She was responding to Jiang Yao's comment about "an old cow eating young grass".

Jiang Yao gritted her teeth. She straightened her back, trying to fight back with her youthful and energetic body.

But she was wearing a motorcycle leather jacket and sports bra, and her thin, bony experience bar seemed pale and powerless in the face of Meng Wanqing's plump figure that had been honed by the years.

Meng Wanqing took a sip of red wine. The crimson liquid clung to her lips, adding to her allure.

Her gaze swept unabashedly over Jiang Yao's flat chest before settling back on Zhu Xun Chuan's face.

"When men are young, they may like young people, but once they truly learn to appreciate things, they will only be captivated by those with flavor." Meng Wanqing's gaze returned to Jiang Yao, her eyes revealing the composure of someone in a superior position. "A bland and tasteless fruit wine cannot withstand the ravages of time, let alone keep people."

These words were laced with barbs, every word subtly implying that Jiang Yao was naive and inexperienced, relying solely on youthful impulsiveness and utterly clueless about how to keep a man.

The composure and depth of a mature woman are vividly displayed in these few understated words.

Jiang Yao's face instantly turned bright red. She had never been subjected to such a subtle and sarcastic remark before. In the Northern Border, anyone who dared to speak to her like that would have been drowned long ago.

Touched on her sore spot of low self-esteem as a little girl, her suppressed yandere and violent tendencies finally erupted.

"Snapped!"

Jiang Yao stepped forward and slammed her right hand hard on the expensive solid wood coffee table.

The butterfly knife, gleaming with a cold light, pierced straight through the leather coaster, penetrating deeply into the wood.