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

In October, the campus of Peking University is covered with golden ginkgo leaves.

Zhu Xunchuan walked slowly along the tree-lined path.

The sunlight was bright and dazzling. He wore a well-tailored white slim-fit shirt, with the top two buttons of the collar casually undone and the cuffs rolled up to his forearms, exuding a sense of languor and relaxation after weathering the storm.

Students passing by frequently glanced at them.

Just over ten hours ago, in an abandoned air-raid shelter in Xishan, amidst a room full of high explosives and advanced muscle-relaxing powder, he engaged in a life-or-death struggle with a yandere female assassin.

Subsequently, at five in the morning, he remotely controlled the women of several top powers in his large apartment, using an information nuclear explosion to smash the Zhao family clan, which had been entrenched in Kyoto for decades.

Bloodshed and turmoil, power shifts.

Now, Zhao Tingzhi is in death row, and the Zhao family's assets have been completely seized. The white crane who swore to bear his child has also disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind the words "I'm back."

The crisis was over. He returned to being a truant student at Peking University.

Zhu Xunchuan walked to the administrative office building.

The counselor's office is located on the innermost side of the second floor.

The corridor was quiet. Zhu Xun Chuan didn't knock; he gripped the brass doorknob with his right hand and pushed it open.

Inside the office, Gu Qinghan sat behind a large mahogany desk.

Today she wore a figure-hugging black business pencil skirt, over which she wore a white silk blouse. The buttons were fastened tightly to the top. Gold-rimmed glasses perched on her high nose bridge, making her already aloof and stern face appear even more restrained and stern.

She was looking down at a stack of student files.

Hearing the door open, Gu Qinghan looked up.

Upon seeing Zhu Xunchuan standing in the doorway, her right hand, holding the pen, abruptly stopped. The pen nib struck the paper, and the deep blue ink quickly spread into a smudge.

Zhu Xun Chuan's presence here signifies that he has completely won that earth-shattering gamble.

Gu Qinghan's chest heaved. She capped her pen, pushed the discarded document aside, and leaned back in her boss's chair. She habitually adopted the dean's airs and spoke in a cool, aloof tone.

"Zhu, you've been absent from class without reason for the past few days. Did you bring a leave slip this time?"

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't answer. Good grief, are you just asking a question you already know the answer to? Do you just like playing role-playing games?

Aren't you afraid of becoming a disobedient disciple who offends his master?

He turned around and closed the solid wood door to the office with a backhand. With a crisp "click," the lock clicked shut.

Gu Qinghan's pupils contracted.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked to the window, reached out and grabbed the pull cord of the blinds, and pulled it down hard.

With the clanging sound of the plastic shutters flipping, the midday sun outside was completely blocked out of the window. The huge office instantly darkened, leaving only a few stripes of light filtering through the gaps in the blinds and casting shadows on the wooden floor.

The space instantly became enclosed. The sense of privacy belonging to the man and woman was suddenly maximized.

Zhu Xunchuan strode forward, walking step by step toward his desk.

"This is a school," Gu Qinghan said with a warning, her hands clenched tightly together on the table. "Other teachers and students may come to submit materials at any time. Be mindful of your surroundings."

Her words were harsh, but her actions spoke volumes.

When Zhu Xun Chuan walked to the table and looked down at her, her legs, which were hidden under the desk, unconsciously came together, and through the thin black stockings, her knees subtly moved closer to where Zhu Xun Chuan was standing.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked around the corner of the table and stood beside her.

Without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed the armrest of the boss's chair, pulling it outwards. The boss's chair, along with Gu Qinghan, slid out of the area around the desk.

"What are you doing...?"

Gu Qinghan gasped in surprise. Before she could finish speaking, Zhu Xunchuan reached out and grabbed her slender waist. With a thrust of his waist, he lifted her off the chair with one hand.

Zhu Xun Chuan turned around and sat down steadily in the large boss's chair. He then smoothly pulled Gu Qing Han onto his lap.

Gu Qinghan was startled. She hurriedly braced herself on Zhu Xunchuan's shoulders, afraid of falling and making too much noise to attract the attention of the people outside the door.

Her face flushed, she lowered her voice and said, "Are you crazy? Put me down! Someone could walk by outside at any moment!"

Zhu Xun Chuan turned a deaf ear.

The two stood face to face, close together. Gu Qinghan's faint scent of cedar mixed with the distinctive smell of ink in the office, directly entered Zhu Xunchuan's nostrils.

Zhu Xun Chuan raised his hand, pinched the temple of the gold-rimmed glasses, gently took them off, and casually tossed them onto the table.

"These glasses are too much of a nuisance." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was hoarse as he slowly moved his hands up her waistline and pressed them against her back.

Without the lenses obscuring her vision, Gu Qinghan's once clear and sharp eyes were fully exposed to Zhu Xunchuan. Without her professional facade, her eyes were filled with panic, heartache, and tears of lingering fear.

She bit her lower lip hard.

These past three days have been more agonizing for her than for anyone else.

In the spacious apartment, she appeared calm and collected, mobilizing the city bureau's technical investigation network and risking investigation by her superiors to cut off the Zhao family's escape route for him. She had to outmaneuver Xia Wanying and guard against Jiang Yao's jealousy and trouble-making.

But when no one was watching, she couldn't sleep for nights on end. She knew Zhao Tingzhi's ruthlessness better than anyone, and the Xishan air-raid shelter was extremely dangerous. She was terrified of hearing any news about Zhu Xunchuan's misfortune.

At that moment, the man finally held her in his arms, completely unharmed.

Gu Qinghan's eyes turned completely red. Her icy exterior shattered at that moment.

She lowered her head and buried her face in Zhu Xun Chuan's neck. Her hands went under his armpits and hugged his back tightly, as if afraid he would disappear at any moment.

She pressed herself against his broad chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and her nerves, which had been tense for three days, finally relaxed completely.

"You're always causing trouble." Gu Qinghan closed his eyes, his voice thick with nasal tone and reproach, "You're practically tearing the sky apart in Beijing."

"I don't care if the sky breaks or not." Zhu Xun Chuan gently stroked her long hair with his large hand. "I only care whether I have completed the task you assigned me."

Gu Qinghan looked up at him, her eyes red.

"Professor Gu said it himself at the large apartment the day before yesterday morning." Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled into a smile, his eyes extremely aggressive. "He needed me to submit a separate report that evening. So, here I am, coming to give you a private report."

He emphasized the word "alone." A hand slid down her back, landing on the edge of her black pencil skirt.

Gu Qinghan's breath hitched.

She knew the man was deliberately teasing her. But she couldn't get angry at all; her mind was filled with the joy of regaining what she had lost and the overwhelming emotion she couldn't suppress.

"You're so good at sophistry." Gu Qinghan snorted lightly.

She didn't push Zhu Xun Chuan's hand away. Instead, she leaned down slightly, closed her eyes, and kissed Zhu Xun Chuan's lips.

Zhu Xunchuan immediately took the initiative.

He pressed the back of her head and deepened the kiss.