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

She lowered her head impatiently and kissed Zhu Xun Chuan's lips hastily and forcefully.

With the possessiveness unique to Northern girls, she seemed to want to use this most primal method to leave her mark on this man.

Zhu Xunchuan did not refuse.

Under the quiet shadows of the trees in the dead of night, the heavy body of the Land Rover Range Rover began to show extremely subtle changes.

at the same time.

Inside the top-tier duplex apartment on the tenth floor.

The huge living room was completely dark. A deathly silence reigned.

Meng Wanqing was barefoot, stepping on the thick handmade wool carpet. She didn't change her clothes; she was still wearing the same thin, wine-red silk slip dress.

She walked to the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, her long, slender legs resting against the cool glass.

From this vantage point, you can get a perfect view of the entire community's open-air visitor parking lot.

The black Range Rover with military license plates was parked in the shadows where the streetlights couldn't reach. The car hadn't moved.

Meng Wanqing's gaze was fixed on that car.

With her excellent eyesight, she clearly saw the changes in the Land Rover's body!

boom!

It felt as if a fire had burned through the top of my head from the soles of my feet.

Meng Wanqing's breathing suddenly became rapid.

She should have turned and left, drawn the curtains, and poured herself a glass of red wine to calm herself. But her legs felt like lead, rooted to the spot, unable to move.

The scene from ten minutes ago kept flashing uncontrollably back into my mind.

How Zhu Xun Chuan's large, well-defined hands forcefully gripped her lower back.

She lost her balance and slumped onto his long, firm thighs. And there was the scent of Zhu Xun Chuan's breath, a mixture of the fragrance of agarwood and his hot breath, flowing through the crook of her neck as he spoke.

"Students must study the vice principal's teachings carefully."

The man's whispers were like a spell, replaying wildly in my ears.

Meng Wanqing's fingers unconsciously gripped the frame of the French windows. The glass was cold, but it couldn't quell the burning heat surging within her.

That bastard!

He had just gotten himself completely aroused, and then, in his car downstairs, he was with that foul-mouthed delinquent girl...!

Intense resentment, humiliation, and a secret jealousy that she herself dared not admit gnawed at her reason like a venomous snake.

Meng Wanqing bit her bright red lower lip until it bled.

She suddenly felt an uncontrollable weakness in her legs. The tingling sensation that surged up from her tailbone completely drained her of her last bit of strength.

This usually powerful and unapproachable daughter of the Shanghai Municipal Committee, who held sway over Peking University, slid down the French windows in such an unseemly manner.

She slumped onto the carpet.

Her long, slender legs were curled up together, her toes digging into the wool carpet. Her cold, trembling fingers unconsciously touched her flat, snowy belly, then jerked away as if electrocuted.

"Zhu Xunchuan..."

In the darkness, Meng Wanqing cursed under her breath. Her voice was filled with gritted teeth and hatred, yet it also contained a sweet, trembling tone that even frightened herself.

"You bastard..."

In the empty, cold luxury apartment, a woman's secret longings grew wildly in the darkness.

……

A full forty minutes passed.

The black Range Rover downstairs had just turned on its headlights and emitted a low engine roar as it slowly drove out of Ziyu Villa.

Hearing the engine drive away, Meng Wanqing, who was slumped in front of the French windows, suddenly woke up.

She scrambled to her feet from the carpet as if whipped, ignoring the soreness in her ankles, and fled towards the open kitchen island.

Open the double-door refrigerator.

She grabbed a bottle of ice-cold purified water, didn't even take a cup, unscrewed the cap, and poured it straight down her throat.

The cold water flowed down her slender neck, wetting the neckline of her silk nightgown and clinging tightly to her skin.

But this is not enough.

Meng Wanqing threw away the water bottle and rushed into the master bedroom's bathroom.

Without even taking off her expensive silk pajamas, she stood directly in the shower area, turned the water temperature knob to the coldest setting, and turned on the shower.

The icy water poured down from above, instantly soaking her burning body.

Meng Wanqing braced herself against the cold tiled wall, panting heavily. Water streamed down her pale cheeks, which were flushed with an unnatural redness.

She looked up at the woman in the mirror, soaked and disheveled, yet possessing a fatal attraction. Those usually aloof and composed fox-like eyes were now filled with panic and confusion.

Thirty years of pretense, thirty years of empty talk.

Tonight, that domineering and unreasonable young man tore her to shreds with just one action and one act.

She had to admit a terrible fact—a bottomless crack had been broken into this iceberg.

……

the other side.

The Range Rover drove smoothly on the quiet ring road of Beijing.

Jiang Yao didn't get back into the driver's seat. She remained nestled in the passenger seat, like a well-fed kitten, lazily leaning against Zhu Xun Chuan's shoulder.

The zipper of her motorcycle leather jacket was open, revealing a somewhat disheveled sports bra underneath. Several clearly visible red marks were visible on her fair neck and collarbone.

An ambiguous atmosphere lingered in the air.

Zhu Xun Chuan held the steering wheel with one hand and casually rested the other hand on the center console.

"Brother Chuan." Jiang Yao closed her eyes, rubbed her cheek against his suit sleeve, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Shall we go back to the gang? The old man must be furious right now. I'm going to make him furious."

"Don't go back to the headquarters yet," Zhu Xun Chuan said calmly. "Go to your private residence."

Jiang Ting is definitely angry right now. Although he can control the situation, there's no need for him to provoke a father who's already anxious and fearful. Jiang Yao owns a large apartment in the East Third Ring Road of Beijing.

"Okay." Jiang Yao nodded obediently.

Having won a victory against Meng Wanqing and received ample reassurance in the carriage, the Northern Border Demoness was now completely obedient and showed no temper.

2:30 a.m.

The Land Rover drove into the underground parking garage of a high-end apartment building on the East Third Ring Road.

The two went upstairs and into the house.

Before Zhu Xun Chuan could turn on the light, Jiang Yao clung to him like an octopus once again.

Jiang Yao didn't fall into a deep sleep until the first light of dawn appeared outside the window.

Zhu Xunchuan leaned against the headboard, lit a cigarette, and dispelled the weariness in his eyes.

His physique had already been enhanced by the system, so this amount of exertion was just a warm-up for him.

It was already daylight outside.

Zhu Xun Chuan stubbed out his cigarette. He wasn't wearing a shirt; his bare chest revealed his well-defined eight-pack abs and a few faint old scars.

He slipped on his trousers, opened the bedroom door, and headed to the kitchen to get some water.

however.

As he pushed open the door, his gaze swept across the spacious living room.

Zhu Xun Chuan's steps suddenly stopped.

Looking at the scene before him, he felt a chill run down his spine. How come he hadn't noticed?

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