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

The silk nightgown was so light and thin it felt like nothing at all.

Zhu Xun Chuan tightened his arms around her, holding her tightly in his embrace. He reached out with his left hand, his fingertips picking up a strand of wet hair that had fallen beside her cheek, and slowly twirling it around his index finger.

The distance between the two closed to less than ten centimeters.

Zhu Xun Chuan's hot breath hit Meng Wan Qing's sensitive neck, causing her fair skin to tremble.

"Since Principal Meng wants to entrust himself to me," Zhu Xun Chuan said in a low, husky voice, exuding a strong masculine hormone and undisguised aggression, "then tonight, I shall respectfully comply."

The air seemed to freeze for a second.

The half-empty glass of Romanée-Conti on the coffee table rippled gently in the crystal glass.

Meng Wanqing, who was forcibly locked in the man's arms, froze completely.

She was just joking around. She wanted to use her mature womanly charm to disgust Jiang Yao and, incidentally, suppress Zhu Xunchuan with her aura.

But when this man, who exuded a dangerous aura, actually made his move, she realized that she had no control over the situation at all.

The warmth of Zhu Xun Chuan's palm, even through the gossamer-thin silk, made her waist go weak. Her nose was filled with the pleasant scent of agarwood emanating from the man. That absolute masculine pressure shattered her proud composure with overwhelming force.

Her breathing became erratic.

Her once dignified and charming fox eyes suddenly widened, a clear hint of panic flashing in them.

A blush crept onto her exquisite cheeks at a visible speed, and even her long, fair neck turned pink.

"Zhu... Zhu classmate." Meng Wanqing's voice trembled as she placed her hands on Zhu Xunchuan's broad chest, trying to create some distance, but she couldn't move him at all. "Don't rush. I... I was just joking."

A paper tiger.

Zhu Xun Chuan sneered inwardly.

This executive vice president, who is usually unapproachable and wields power on the Peking University campus, and this charming and alluring daughter of the Shanghai Municipal Committee, has actually never even experienced being touched by a real man.

Those seemingly effortless flirting techniques are nothing but theoretical knowledge from books.

When faced with a real wolf, one's true colors are revealed in a second.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't let go. He gently scraped his thumb along her spine in the lower back.

"I'm not joking." Zhu Xun Chuan's gaze lingered on the astonishing rise and fall of her chest as he chuckled softly. "The vice principal's teachings are something students must study in depth."

Meng Wanqing was extremely embarrassed.

She, a dignified vice principal, was actually made weak in the knees by a freshman and his girlfriend.

Her pride wouldn't allow her to give up so easily.

She bit her red lips tightly, trying to suppress the tingling sensation in her waist, and straightened her back as if trying to remain calm.

"You..." Meng Wanqing forced a seductive tone, glancing at Jiang Yao standing beside her, and tried to salvage the situation, "If you let your girlfriend get out, I guarantee I'll serve you even better tonight."

This was the last weapon she could muster. She was trying to provoke Jiang Yao's anger and break the current ambiguous stalemate.

Jiang Yao did not start cursing.

He didn't pull out a knife.

She stared intently at Meng Wanqing, who was straddling Zhu Xunchuan's lap, at the tips of her reddened ears, and at the white-tipped fingers of her hand gripping Zhu Xunchuan's suit jacket tightly.

There was silence for a full three seconds.

Jiang Yao suddenly burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Hahaha!" Jiang Yao laughed so hard she almost fell over, and her Martin boots even stomped twice on the wool carpet.

She pointed at Meng Wanqing, whose face was flushed, as if she had discovered a new continent.

"Old woman, can't keep up the act anymore, huh?" Jiang Yao almost laughed through her tears, her face full of sarcasm. "With your body as stiff as a piece of wood, you can't even twist your waist. Taking care of people?"

Jiang Yao took a step closer, leaned down, and stared into Meng Wanqing's flustered fox-like eyes.

"You've never even been with a man, you old virgin."

These words were spoken.

In this top-tier duplex apartment in Ziyu Villa, the alarm bells of a chaotic battle have been completely sounded.

Zhu Xun Chuan felt the mature body on his lap suddenly stiffen.

Through the extremely thin silk nightgown, Meng Wanqing's normally supple waist was taut to the extreme. Her heart pounded uncontrollably against Zhu Xunchuan's chest.

On that exquisite face, from her crystal-clear earlobes to her slender swan neck, a visibly burning blush spread across her face.

Jiang Yao's laughter echoed in the spacious duplex living room.

She laughed so hard she bent over, her hands covering her flat stomach, her Martin boots stomping twice on the expensive handmade wool carpet. Jiang Yao stared intently at Meng Wanqing's flushed cheeks, her eyes filled with the disdain of a victor.

"Keep pretending, keep pretending." Jiang Yao curled her lips into a sneer. "I thought she was some kind of cunning old fox. Turns out, she's just a paper tiger who's never even touched a man's hand."

This statement hits the nail on the head.

Meng Wanqing bit her red lips tightly. Her hands were still on Zhu Xunchuan's chest, her knuckles white from gripping so hard that the crisp fabric of his suit was wrinkled.

She wanted to stand up.

But Zhu Xun Chuan's large hand, which was gripping her lower back, remained firmly in place. Not only did he not loosen his grip, but his thumb instead scraped down half an inch along the line of her lumbar spine.

This action made Meng Wanqing tremble violently.

A perfect score in theory, zero in practice. This executive vice president, who usually wields considerable influence at Peking University, relies entirely on theoretical knowledge to pull off his impressive performance.

"I've truly experienced Miss Jiang's upbringing today." Meng Wanqing took a deep breath, forcing herself to maintain the dignity of a vice principal, but her voice trembled slightly with barely concealed slurs. "Her mouth was full of foul language and utterly vulgar."

Jiang Yao wasn't buying it at all.

She strode over to the sofa and grabbed Zhu Xun Chuan's right arm. She pressed herself against him, unabashedly placing her chest on his arm, and looked down defiantly at Meng Wan Qing, who was straddling his lap.

"Vulgarity is better than hypocrisy." Jiang Yao tilted her chin up, her tone brimming with smugness. "I've monopolized Brother Chuan so many times! Whether in the car, on the sofa, or in bed, what kind of person hasn't I seen Brother Chuan like?"

Jiang Yao paused for a moment, her disdainful gaze sweeping over Meng Wanqing's deep neckline.

"Unlike some old ox, who drinks a couple of mouthfuls of cat pee in the middle of the night and thinks he can seduce men while wearing tattered clothes." Jiang Yao's words were sharp and incisive. "He's just getting impatient because he can't get the young grass, and all he can do is talk big. He's thirty years old, and all he knows is theoretical talk. If you were really put in the line of fire, he probably wouldn't even know how to take his clothes off, would he?"

Meng Wanqing's breathing became completely disordered.

As the executive vice president of Peking University, who holds a significant position in the university, and as the daughter of the secretary of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee, she has heard nothing but awe and praise since childhood.

Who has ever dared to point at her nose and tear away her fig leaf with such blunt and vulgar language?

She did indeed harbor some intention of having something happen. Even if it was just skirting the edge of the line, using her mature woman's charm to gain some verbal advantage, and suppressing the arrogance of this underworld heiress.

But now that his secret has been ruthlessly exposed, all the romantic mood vanishes, leaving only the embarrassment of being publicly exposed.

His proud self-esteem was severely damaged.

"You..." Meng Wanqing's chest heaved violently.