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

In the entryway, the air temperature dropped to freezing.

The three women stood there, and no one gave way.

Gu Qinghan wore a black fitted trench coat over a tight white turtleneck sweater. She paired it with a black pencil skirt and sheer black stockings.

Her slender, straight legs were visually striking, accentuated by her high heels. She adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, her gaze cool and aloof.

Shen Tianxi strode out of the elevator. She was wearing a military green tight-fitting tactical jacket with a very short hem, revealing a section of her fair waist.

Beneath her camouflage miniskirt were taut thighs, and her knee-high tactical boots made a crisp sound on the hardwood floor. She still held her ever-present butterfly knife, her eyebrows raised, her gaze sweeping over the other two men with undisguised rudeness.

Meng Wanqing stood on the far right. Her burgundy silk trench coat was casually tied with a belt, outlining the voluptuous curves unique to mature women.

Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, her alabaster skin was revealed beneath the silk skirt, and she wore red-soled high heels, exuding a captivating charm with the composure of someone in a superior position.

Three distinctly different top-tier women's fragrances clashed fiercely in the space. Gu Qinghan wore a cool cedar scent, Shen Tianxi carried a sweet, milky peach fragrance, and Meng Wanqing exuded a rich and captivating Bulgarian rose scent.

Three women from different social circles and with powerful backgrounds are standing in this private, top-tier residence at this very moment, all for the same man.

"What are you looking at?" Shen Tianxi broke the silence first, raising her chin. "The military is arresting people and handling cases. Bystanders, please move aside."

She didn't give the other two a chance to speak, and strode across the entryway into the living room.

Zhu Xun Chuan, wearing a black silk shirt with the collar open, was leaning back on a large Italian handmade leather sofa, smoking.

Shen Tianxi walked over and dropped the military knife in her hand. She skillfully stepped onto the sofa and threw herself into Zhu Xun Chuan's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Her long legs wrapped around his waist, pressing her entire body against him.

"Brother Xun Chuan, I missed you so much." Shen Tianxi's voice was sweet and cloying, with obvious coquetry and self-praise, but her gaze went past Zhu Xun Chuan's shoulder and looked provocatively at Gu Qinghan and Meng Wanqing who had just entered the living room.

This is the most direct declaration of sovereignty.

Meng Wanqing strolled leisurely to the open-plan kitchen island. Without even glancing at the two people entwined on the sofa, she pulled out a high stool and sat down. Her slender fingers picked up a crystal wine glass and poured herself a small half-glass of vintage red wine.

"This young girl hasn't fully matured yet; all she does is cling." Meng Wanqing swirled her wine glass, her voice languid, tinged with the sarcasm of a mature woman. "When men are doing serious business, all this hugging and cuddling is just annoying."

Shen Tianxi turned her head sharply, staring at Meng Wanqing's charming face, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Who are you calling annoying, you old vixen?" Shen Tianxi reached for the butterfly knife that had fallen to the side.

"Alright." Gu Qinghan walked into the living room.

She tossed the brown paper document bag she was holding onto the black marble coffee table. Her gaze swept over Shen Tianxi's uninhibited close posture, then glanced at Zhu Xunchuan's open collar.

A strong pang of jealousy flashed in Gu Qinghan's eyes. She straightened her face and adopted the demeanor of a counselor at Peking University.

"Be mindful of your behavior in public." Gu Qinghan's voice was icy as she coldly stared at Zhu Xunchuan. "The way you got your leave request has attracted all sorts of trouble. Aren't you going to let someone get up?"

Three women make a drama.

These three women, when they got together, pushed the tension in the scene to its extreme with just a few words.

Zhu Xun Chuan took a deep drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out in the crystal ashtray. Far from being flustered, he remained calm and composed amidst the intense atmosphere.

"Get up." Zhu Xun Chuan grasped Shen Tianxi's tight waist with both hands.

Shen Tianxi pouted and reluctantly let go. Zhu Xun Chuan picked her up and placed her on the sofa to his right. He then pinched her cheek as a gesture of comfort.

Shen Tianxi immediately beamed with joy and obediently tucked her legs in and sat down.

Zhu Xun Chuan stood up and walked to the tea table. He didn't look at the red wine in Meng Wanqing's glass, but instead turned around and turned on the tea maker. A few minutes later, he poured three steaming cups of Da Hong Pao tea.

She carried the tray back to the living room.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked up to Gu Qing Han first. Gu Qing Han sat upright, her hands folded on her knees in her bodycon skirt.

Zhu Xunchuan picked up a cup of tea and handed it to Gu Qinghan. Gu Qinghan reached out to take it. Zhu Xunchuan skillfully moved his index finger down half an inch, his fingertip lightly tracing the skin on the back of Gu Qinghan's hand.

A tingling sensation spread throughout her body. Gu Qinghan stiffened, her breathing instantly becoming erratic. She looked up, meeting Zhu Xunchuan's deep gaze through her gold-rimmed glasses. Those eyes were filled with undisguised teasing and possessiveness.

A blush quickly crept up Gu Qinghan's ears. She bit her lip, silently held her teacup, turned her head away, and remained silent.

Zhu Xunchuan turned and walked towards the central island platform.

Meng Wanqing rested her chin on her hand, watching him with great interest, her eyes gleaming. Zhu Xunchuan pushed the teacup towards her. Meng Wanqing didn't take the cup, but instead extended her index finger, painted with red nail polish, and deliberately hooked it into Zhu Xunchuan's palm.

Zhu Xun Chuan did not dodge. He reversed his grip, directly grabbing Meng Wan Qing's fingers in his palm, his thumb pressing heavily on her finger bones. The force was immense, carrying a strong sense of oppression.

Meng Wanqing winced in pain, letting out a soft groan, and tried to pull her hand away. Zhu Xunchuan didn't let go, leaning closer.

"Drinking alcohol is bad for your health." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was deep and commanding. "Drink tea. Don't leave any."

The mature woman's charm crumbled completely in the face of this pure masculine aggression. Meng Wanqing's heart raced, and her cheeks flushed. She obediently picked up the teacup, lowered her head, and took a sip, her eyes filled with a watery submissiveness.

Finally, Zhu Xun Chuan walked back to the sofa, picked up the last cup of tea and handed it to Shen Tianxi, casually ruffling her long hair.

Three cups of tea, three actions.

Precision strike. Treat everyone equally.

The tense, almost simmering battleground was effortlessly deflated by him. The three women, who had previously been so arrogant, now sat quietly, none of them stirring up any more conflict.

Zhu Xun Chuan returned to the main seat. His gaze swept over three pairs of beautiful legs, each with its own unique charm, crossed over each other.

"The tea's finished, let's get down to business." Zhu Xun Chuan leaned forward, crossed his hands on his knees, exuding an aura of authority. "Have you found the person?"

Gu Qinghan was the first to regain her composure. She put down her teacup and opened the brown paper bag on the coffee table.

"A report from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Technical Investigation Department." Gu Qinghan pulled out a stack of surveillance screenshots and data analysis. "After leaving the hospital, that girl changed cars three times. The last time she appeared was outside the South Fourth Ring Road. The technical investigation team checked all the security cameras, but she used blind spots to erase her tracks. However, my uncle mobilized plainclothes officers to investigate, and they found footprints matching her shoe size in the mud at a scrap metal recycling station. The direction pointed to the suburbs."

Shen Tianxi immediately responded. She opened the military tactical tablet in her hand and quickly swiped across the screen.

"Our military's base station data has detected an abnormal frequency band." Shen Tianxi pushed the tablet in front of Zhu Xunchuan, and the screen displayed an electronic map with flashing red dots.

"Her counter-surveillance capabilities are indeed abnormal; she uses self-destructing short-frequency communication," Shen Tianxi pointed to the red dot. "But the Tianjin Military Region's information brigade is no pushover. Although her encrypted command only lasted two seconds, we still intercepted it and triangulated its location. The coordinates were locked in the Xishan area on the outskirts of the city. The accuracy error was within 500 meters."