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

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her panic. Her instincts, honed through years of experience within the system, allowed her to quickly find a point of attack.

"Jiang, matters between men and women aren't just about those shameful, unsavory things." Meng Wanqing's eyes regained their cold sharpness as she stared at Jiang Yao. "He's now embroiled in the Zhao family's deadly scheme. Zhao Tingzhi's power is enough to crush your Jiang family's entire foundation in the Northern Territory. Besides sleeping with him, what else can you offer him? Can you help him obtain intelligence on Jiangnan Province? Can you help him shield himself from the backstabbing in the high-level power struggles in the capital?"

Meng Wanqing's words were forceful and resounding. She was trying to use the realities and social resources of an adult to outmaneuver this rebellious girl whose mind was only filled with jealousy and rivalry.

Jiang Yao stopped in her tracks.

The ferocity in her eyes surged instantly. The butterfly knife in her hand snapped open with a "whoosh," its blade gleaming coldly.

"I can kill for him. Do you dare?" Jiang Yao stared intently at Meng Wanqing, her voice revealing the absolute ruthlessness of the daughter of the King of Hell from the Northern Territory. "If Zhao Tingzhi dares to touch a single hair on his head, I will drag the Zhao family down with me, even if it means the entire Jiang family dies. Can you do that, daughter of the Municipal Party Secretary?"

The atmosphere in the living room was extremely tense.

Meng Wanqing was stunned by the undisguised desperadoity in Jiang Yao's eyes. She had grown up at the pinnacle of power and was accustomed to the power struggles within the established rules. This kind of pure, ruthless, and violent destruction was beyond her comprehension.

Just then, Zhu Xunchuan made a move.

He raised his left hand, pinched Meng Wanqing's delicate chin, and forced her to turn her head and look directly into his eyes.

"Yaoyao kills for me, and you scout ahead for me. Isn't it good that we each do our part?" Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was deep, with a half-smile playing on his lips.

This casual remark effectively placed both women, who were on the verge of conflict, into his territory.

Meng Wanqing opened her eyes wide.

She saw an absolute desire for control in Zhu Xun Chuan's deep eyes. This freshman didn't take Zhao Tingzhi seriously at all, nor did he respect her position as vice principal.

He was enjoying the sense of conquest that came from manipulating the daughters of the most powerful and wealthy.

A strong sense of panic welled up in Meng Wanqing's heart. Her trump cards and bargaining chips, which she was so proud of, were completely useless in front of Zhu Xunchuan. She had lost all initiative in both words and actions.

"Let me go." Meng Wanqing's voice trembled as she forcefully pushed against Zhu Xunchuan's chest with both hands.

Zhu Xunchuan let go of his hand.

Meng Wanqing stumbled to her feet. She was breathing heavily, and grabbed the light gray cashmere cardigan that had slipped down to her elbows, wrapping it tightly around her graceful body.

At this moment, she could no longer maintain her aloof and charming demeanor as the vice principal.

Her eyes reddened with a hint of grievance, and her eyes quickly filled with tears. Her pitiful appearance contrasted sharply with her usual dignified demeanor.

"Take your crazy girl and get out of my house!" Meng Wanqing pointed to the entrance, her voice shrill with extreme embarrassment and anger. "Get out now!"

Zhu Xun Chuan stood up. He straightened his suit cuffs, composed and unhurried.

He turned to look at Jiang Yao. Jiang Yao was looking at Meng Wanqing with an extremely smug look, her face beaming with the joy of winning the territory war.

"Let's go." Zhu Xun Chuan walked to Jiang Yao's side and casually put his arm around her slender waist.

As he passed the island platform, Zhu Xun Chuan stopped. He picked up the glass of warm water that Meng Wan Qing had poured and took a sip.

"The water temperature is just right. Thanks." Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head, his gaze sweeping aggressively over Meng Wan Qing's tense profile. "My matter isn't urgent. Once Principal Meng has calmed down, I'll come to your office tomorrow to have a proper chat."

Zhu Xun Chuan thought that since it was not appropriate to get involved with the Meng family, it would be better to keep his distance from Meng Wan Qing and not involve her, which would also be a form of protection.

Meng Wanqing gritted her teeth, turned her head away, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhu Xun Chuan led Jiang Yao toward the entrance.

Change your shoes and open the door.

The heavy, solid brass security door slammed shut behind us with a loud thud. The corridor fell silent once more.

In front of the elevator door.

Zhu Xunchuan pressed the down arrow key.

Jiang Yao's smugness remained undiminished. She turned to look at Zhu Xun Chuan, her eyes and brows brimming with undisguised joy.

The elevator doors slid open to both sides. The metal mirrors inside the car reflected the figures of the two people.

Zhu Xunchuan had just stepped inside.

Jiang Yao suddenly stepped forward, grabbing Zhu Xun Chuan's suit lapel tightly with both hands. Using the force of her forward momentum, she shoved Zhu Xun Chuan heavily against the metal wall inside the elevator.

The elevator doors closed behind them. The temperature in the small, enclosed space rose instantly.

Jiang Yao tilted her head back. In her wild eyes burned a fervent flame of possessiveness.

She stood on tiptoe, with an absolute possessiveness that came from successfully protecting her food, and without hesitation, tilted her head back and kissed Zhu Xun Chuan's lips fiercely.

Her kiss was punitive, urgent and forceful.

The elevator that goes directly from the basement of Ziyu Villa to the first floor is now open.

Zhu Xunchuan stepped out of the elevator. Jiang Yao followed closely behind, her Martin boots clicking on the marble floor as she walked with great speed, exuding an air of triumphant arrogance.

As the two walked out of the building lobby, the cool night breeze blew in their faces, but it couldn't dispel the ever-burning rage in Jiang Yao's heart.

Her mind was filled with the image of how she had silenced the arrogant vice principal in the tenth-floor apartment.

The territorial defense battle was a resounding success.

The black Range Rover sat quietly in the open-air visitor parking space. Zhu Xun Chuan pressed the unlock button, opened the driver's door, and was about to get in.

A slender, fair hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed his suit lapel.

Jiang Yao didn't go to the driver's seat at all. She used her skill to squeeze herself into the narrow space of the passenger seat, then hooked her arms around Zhu Xun Chuan's neck and pulled hard.

"Bang."

She slammed the passenger door shut with her Doc Martens boot.

The spacious interior of the Land Rover suddenly felt cramped. With the overhead lights off, the dim space was only illuminated by the faint red glow of the instrument panel.

Jiang Yao sat directly on Zhu Xun Chuan's lap.

The cool texture of the motorcycle leather jacket rubbed against the fabric of Zhu Xun Chuan's high-end suit, producing a soft sound that made one's heart race.

She cupped Zhu Xun Chuan's face in her hands, her wild eyes gleaming with an extremely dangerous yet alluring light.

"Brother Chuan, I won, right?" Jiang Yao's breathing was rapid and hot, and the domineering fragrance of black datura instantly filled the entire car.

She lowered her voice, her tone full of boastfulness and demand: "That thirty-year-old woman can't even speak properly. Does she know what it means to take care of you? Only I do, right?"

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back in his leather chair. He didn't push Jiang Yao away; his deep gaze was fixed on her exquisite and flamboyant face in the dim light.

This girl had been holding back all that energy up there, and her adrenaline was still surging; she desperately needed an outlet.

"Little madman." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was low and hoarse.

He raised his right hand, his large, warm palm gently stroking Jiang Yao's hair. Jiang Yao squinted her eyes like a kitten, looking adorable and obedient. Who would have thought that the eldest daughter of the Jiang family would have such a cute side?

Only Zhu Xun Chuan could enjoy this scene.

"Well……"

Jiang Yao shuddered violently, letting out a suppressed moan. She tilted her head back, her fair neck forming a breathtaking arc.

It's almost as cute as a kitten, except it can't even meow!