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

The moment the door opened, Zhu Xun Chuan's foot, which had been about to step out, abruptly stopped in mid-air.

Four men stood in the entryway. They all had buzz cuts or crew cuts, and were dressed in uniform black casual clothes, standing ramrod straight.

The four people stood in four different positions, completely sealing off the entrance.

This kind of positioning, which subtly exudes the smell of gunpowder and demonstrates extremely high tactical skills, is definitely not something that ordinary security companies that only do their jobs for money can train.

These are top-tier special agents and bodyguards who have actually served in the military and are paid by the government.

Meanwhile, the bodyguards of the Jiang family from the Northern Border, who were usually arrogant and domineering outside Jiang Yao's villa on the cliff of the sea, were all squatting against the walls on both sides of the corridor.

These dozen or so fierce and ruthless men in black all covered their heads with their hands, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Someone secretly glanced at the four special agents, but upon meeting their cold, sharp gaze, they were so frightened that they quickly buried their heads in their knees.

Without uttering a word, victory was won without bloodshed.

This is the rule among the upper class in Kyoto.

No matter how much the Jiang family manipulates things in the North, no matter how ruthless the underworld king is.

In the face of the real state apparatus and official power, they don't even have the right to stand up and speak.

Officials suppress the corrupt; this is a bloodline of suppression written in our genes.

But these four special agents are not the main point.

The focus is on the stunningly beautiful figure standing in front of them, sitting on the sofa.

Fu Xinghe.

She wore a moon-white silk cheongsam with a classic charm. The fitted cut perfectly accentuated her already tall and graceful figure. The slit in the cheongsam was just right, not frivolous, but exuding intellect and gentleness.

She wore a light gray cashmere fringe shawl over her shoulders and clutched a document sealed in a brown paper bag in her hand.

She was clearly a well-bred young lady from a scholarly family, and a cool and aloof professor on the Peking University lecture platform, untouched by worldly affairs.

At this moment, her elegant and refined face was covered with frost. Her beautiful, long, clear eyes no longer held their usual composure, but instead held an almost overflowing resentment and anger.

Zhu Xun Chuan raised an eyebrow.

This is quite a show of force; the daughter of the municipal party secretary has brought her special security detail to disrupt the gangster girl's business.

If it were someone else, they would probably be so scared that their legs would cramp up.

"Professor Fu." Zhu Xun Chuan leaned against the doorframe with one hand, his voice still lazy and deep, showing no sign of panic, "Coming to tutor me so early?"

It would have been better if he hadn't spoken. As soon as he did, Fu Xinghe's gaze went straight past the wide-open white shirt and fixed itself on the extremely glaring red lip print on the side of Zhu Xunchuan's neck.

That was last night in the elevator, when Jiang Yao bit me hard in a fit of pique.

Fu Xinghe felt a tightness in his chest.

She gripped the brown paper bag tightly with her fingers.

"Zhu Xun Chuan." Fu Xinghe's voice was extremely cold, hoarse from not having slept all night. "I swallowed my pride and went to beg my father. I sat in the municipal party committee's confidential office, facing that pile of complicated files, checking the top-secret documents for you word by word all night long."

She bit her lip, her gaze sweeping over his chest, which was covered in ambiguous marks, her eyes slightly reddening.

"You're quite the ladies' man," Fu Xinghe sneered. "You really know how to enjoy yourself in this paradise of gentle pleasures."

Every word and sentence was filled with suppressed grievances and resentment.

She toiled tirelessly here, worrying about his life-or-death situation. Meanwhile, he hid in another woman's private residence, indulging in pleasure and carefree abandon.

Upon hearing this, the Jiang family bodyguards on both sides of the corridor lowered their heads even further, fearing that they might overhear some secrets of the wealthy family that they shouldn't hear and be silenced.

The four bodyguards stared at Zhu Xun Chuan with hostility. As long as Miss Fu gave the order, they would definitely step forward without hesitation and rub this womanizing radish into the ground.

The car overturned and landed on the edge of a cliff.

A sense of helplessness flashed through Zhu Xunchuan's heart; he was indeed in the wrong in this situation.

At this point, any explanation is superfluous. Trying to reason with a woman who is jealous and has been caught red-handed is like adding fuel to the fire.

There is no turning back. There is only advancing.

Zhu Xunchuan loosened the doorframe and strode out of the bedroom. Fu Xinghe had been waiting outside for so long, patiently waiting, which meant he was giving him a chance.

It's also a way of accepting this fact!

As he approached, the two special agents standing in front tensed up instantly, their right hands instinctively reaching for their lower backs, while they stepped forward to block Fu Xinghe.

"Step back," Fu Xinghe coldly ordered.

The two special agents paused, obediently retreating to their original positions, but their eyes remained fixed on Zhu Xun Chuan's hand movements.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't even glance at the bodyguards.

He walked straight up to Fu Xinghe.

The distance is getting closer and closer. Half a meter, thirty centimeters, ten centimeters.

Fu Xinghe is nearly 1.7 meters tall, and even in high heels, she is extremely tall. But in front of Zhu Xunchuan, who is 1.86 meters tall with broad shoulders and long legs, she is still completely overshadowed.

A faint tobacco scent mixed with an extremely strong black datura aroma wafts towards you.

The scent that woman left behind.

Fu Xinghe instinctively wanted to back away, but found there was nowhere to retreat.

Zhu Xun Chuan gave her no chance to escape.

He stepped forward. His broad, upright back formed a wall, completely blocking the probing gazes of the four special agents behind him.

In this spacious living room, a completely private space belonging only to the two of them was forcibly separated.

Fu Xinghe looked up at the handsome face so close to his.

Before she could even open her mouth to scold him.

Zhu Xun Chuan suddenly bent down and lowered his head.

That extremely imposing face came right up to Fu Xinghe's ear.

Their breaths mingled instantly.

Fu Xinghe froze. Her heart skipped a beat. She never expected that this bastard would dare to get so close in public, under the watchful eyes of both government agents and underworld elites.

"Xinghe, you've misunderstood."

Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was very low, with a magnetic and languid quality that only the two of them could hear.

His warm breath, in rhythm with his speech, brushed against Fu Xinghe's crystal-clear earlobe, sometimes gently, sometimes softly.

Fu Xinghe's body trembled slightly.

"What did I misunderstand?" She forced a cold tone, but couldn't hide her erratic breathing. "Did you pinch yourself to get these hickeys all over your body?"

Zhu Xun Chuan chuckled softly.

Instead of creating distance, he moved even closer without restraint. His lips even brushed lightly against the stray hairs near her ear.

"I can't not contact her."

This extremely shameless remark was uttered.

Fu Xinghe was so angry that he almost threw the leather file folder in his hand at that handsome face on the spot.

Sleeping with other women and talking about it so self-righteously?

Before she could even explode.

Zhu Xun Chuan's next sentence strikes straight to the soul.

"Isn't it because you wouldn't let me touch you?"

Zhu Xun Chuan sighed, his tone even carrying a hint of self-righteous grievance.

"I'm young and vigorous, a normal man." He whispered into her flushed ear, his voice dripping with seductive and blunt allure. "It's a normal physiological need. Professor Fu, anyone in the medical field understands; holding it in for too long can cause problems."

Quiet.

An eerily quiet atmosphere.

This statement takes shameless and rogue logic to an unprecedented and unparalleled extreme.

The icy female professor, who was originally full of anger and ready to confront the injustice, was completely stunned by this direct question.

Fu Xinghe's cool and dignified expression froze completely on his face.

Starting from her fair swan neck, a surge of hot blood rushed straight to her head.

That otherworldly, exquisitely beautiful face was visibly flushed with an extremely vibrant crimson. Even her earlobes, which usually wore pearl earrings, were so red they looked as if they were about to bleed.

The majesty of the municipal party secretary's daughter and the demeanor of a Peking University professor were all shattered by the phrase "normal physiological needs."

She lived for over twenty years. She associated with high-ranking officials, wealthy and powerful individuals, and talented young people. Who among them wasn't courteous and cautious in her presence?

Who would dare to so openly talk about that kind of thing and then use it as an excuse to blame her for cheating?!

But...

But he spoke so frankly. So frankly that it gave her the illusion that it was because she was too reserved and didn't satisfy him that he had no choice but to go out and find food.

"You...you're shameless!"

Fu Xinghe was filled with shame and anger, and even her voice changed. She stretched out her slender fingers and pushed hard against Zhu Xunchuan's broad chest.

My palm touched those firm, hot muscles.

The heat made her instantly pull her hand back.

Zhu Xunchuan straightened up.

Looking at the municipal party committee's daughter, who had instantly transformed from a haughty, unattainable beauty into a shy, demure woman, a triumphant smile curled at the corner of his lips.

The tense and chaotic scene that had just been brought to a standstill had been completely shattered by his few words.

Instead, an intense, tangled, and unbreakable ambiguity and tension permeated the two of them.