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

"If I say I can get it, I can get it. You guys wait here for me."

Then I immediately opened the seafood market, searched around, and looked for scalpers.

Regular tickets for Su Mucheng's show have already been resold for over five thousand yuan, and VVIP tickets are simply unavailable; they're practically priceless.

This is a dilemma. I have money but can't spend it. Buying regular tickets for my roommate is fine, but compared to other options, it's not quite the same.

Zhu Xun Chuan stood up, picked up his phone, pushed open the balcony door and went out, closing the sliding door tightly behind him.

The September evening breeze brushed against my face, taking away a bit of the sweltering heat.

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned against the balcony railing and lit a cigarette. He opened WeChat and found that familiar profile picture in the pinned list: a chubby orange cat with the nickname "Orange Cat is the Most Important".

I deleted this girl from my contacts yesterday, but after adding her back with a new account, she sent me more than a dozen messages. I haven't been able to reply much because I've been busy dealing with Jiang Yao and Xia Wanying.

If it weren't for his roommates, he really wouldn't want to provoke this top-tier wildcat who had just undergone a transformation in a hotel penthouse suite.

Zhu Xun Chuan took a drag of his cigarette and typed with one hand.

"What are you doing?"

Three simple words, without any preamble. This is the standard opening line in a scumbag's repertoire, a move that can be used both offensively and defensively.

After sending it, Zhu Xun Chuan, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, stared at the screen.

Less than three seconds.

A message appears at the top of the screen: "The other party is speaking..."

Immediately afterwards, a "beep" sounded.

A voice message came through.

Zhu Xun Chuan lightly tapped his fingertip and brought the phone's earpiece to his ear.

Su Mucheng's voice came through the receiver. Her voice lacked the clear clarity she displayed on stage; instead, it carried a hoarse quality, as if she had just woken up.

What's even more captivating is that her tone carries a sweet and cloying charm that's almost cloying, like a tiny brush that scratches right at the heart.

"Brother Chuan...you finally took the initiative to contact me."

She seemed to turn over in bed, her voice muffled, carrying a highly seductive friction.

"I just woke up at the hotel... I was so tired from rehearsals yesterday. It's so cold sleeping alone without you here."

The voice paused for a moment, followed by a very soft, yet thrilling, pant.

"Do you miss me? What do you want...? Just tell me, and I'll give you anything I have..."

End of audio.

Zhu Xun Chuan's fingers, which were holding a cigarette, trembled slightly, and a small piece of ash fell onto his slippers.

What is this girl implying? Is it an implication? No, it's an explicit statement!

Zhu Xun Chuan, a cigarette dangling from his lips, could still hear the soft, panting murmur coming from the receiver. He chuckled softly, stubbed out his cigarette on the railing, and pressed the voice call button with one hand.

"Your voice is so hoarse, and you're still acting like this," Zhu Xun Chuan said lazily. "Get some rest and stop messing around."

As soon as the message was sent, the screen immediately displayed "The other party is typing".

Less than two seconds later, the original image was sent over.

Zhu Xunchuan clicks on it.

The background of the photo is the penthouse bed at the Victoria Hotel. Su Mucheng has clearly just finished showering, wearing a large men's white shirt, which is Zhu Xunchuan's.

The hem of the shirt barely covered the top of her thighs. Two long, shapely, snow-white legs were casually crossed on the dark gray bed sheet, their leg muscles firm and beautifully defined.

What's most alluring are those bare feet, arched and taut, with ten white toes playfully curled up, their nails coated with a layer of clear glossy paint that gleams enticingly under the hotel's warm yellow lights.

Below the photo is a text message:

"Your scent still lingers on my shirt. I don't care, if you don't come to see me today, I'm going on strike during rehearsal tomorrow."

When the nation's first love acts cute, it's absolutely irresistible.

Zhu Xun Chuan rubbed his temples and typed back: "Stop fooling around, let's talk about serious matters. Save me two more tickets for your Kyoto concert. Good seats, preferably next to the three you already have."

This time, the other party didn't send a voice message; they called directly.

Zhu Xunchuan answered the call and held the phone to his ear.

"Who are you taking to see it?" Su Mucheng's voice was soft and clingy, with a hint of barely concealed jealousy. "I've already given you three tickets, isn't that enough? I don't care, the first row is reserved for you, you're not allowed to bring any other woman to sit under my nose!"

"I'm bringing my roommates," Zhu Xun Chuan casually made up. "They couldn't get tickets, and they're making a huge fuss in the dorm. Two tickets, is that okay?"

A light laugh immediately came from the other end of the phone.

"You scared me to death! I thought you were bringing other girls." Su Mucheng breathed a sigh of relief, her tone instantly becoming extremely generous. "My roommates? No problem. The middle section of the first row isn't normally open to the public; it's reserved for family members and investors within my studio. I'll talk to Sister Song and send you the e-tickets for seats 24 and 25 in the first row via WeChat."

A VVIP front-row seat that costs tens of thousands of yuan and is scalped for exorbitant prices outside is as easy as buying two starch sausages from a roadside stall in her mouth.

"Okay. Thanks, Bao. Be careful with your voice during rehearsals, and don't drink cold water," Zhu Xun Chuan reminded her.

"Then will you come see me tomorrow?" Su Mucheng immediately seized the opportunity, her voice extremely low, "I also bought new clothes in this suite."

"Check the time."

Zhu Xun Chuan promptly hung up the phone. This girl had gotten carried away; if they kept talking, she wouldn't be able to go back to her dorm tonight.

Two electronic invitations with dynamic anti-counterfeiting QR codes were sent over.

Zhu Xunchuan pushed open the glass door of the balcony and walked into the dormitory.

Old Zhao and Haozi were still staring blankly at the computer screen, their expressions even more sorrowful than if they were at a funeral.

Just now, the ticket-buying page on Damai.cn was still showing that the tickets were sold out, but the price in the scalper group in the lower right corner had already risen to 10,000 yuan per ticket.

"Alright, stop yelling." Zhu Xun Chuan pulled out a chair and sat down, casually tossing his phone on the table. "The tickets are all sorted. Row 1, seats 24 and 25. The e-codes have already been sent over; we can just swipe our ID cards to enter."

The dormitory was silent for two seconds.

Old Zhao suddenly turned his head, his two-hundred-pound frame making the chair creak. He glared at Zhu Xun Chuan with his bull-like eyes: "Brother Chuan, don't be ridiculous. These tickets are practically priceless, and you managed to get them with just a phone call?"

Mouse pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses, looking suspicious. "Brother Chuan, did you pick up a scalper at the seafood market? Let me tell you, these days, 99% of those scams where you pay first and then get the code are pig butchering scams! The picture you sent might have been photoshopped on the spot!"

"That's right, Brother Chuan!" Old Zhao said, heartbroken. "Although we want to see Su Mucheng, we can't let you be the sucker! Wouldn't it be better to keep that 100,000 yuan and go to a hotel with your wife?"

Seeing his two roommates' anxious expressions, as if saying "bro, you've been tricked," Zhu Xun Chuan couldn't help but laugh.