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

"The document's signed. Make sure it's handled well." Fu Yuan leaned back in his chair, resuming his serious politician demeanor. "Go check on Xinghe. She hasn't eaten all day."

Zhu Xun Chuan stood up and tucked the special-supply Zhonghua cigarette behind his ear.

"Thank you for your guidance, Dad." Zhu Xun Chuan smiled and turned to open the study door.

As soon as I stepped into the second-floor corridor, a sharp aura rushed towards me.

The municipal party secretary's wife, Song Xingyao, accompanied by two special agents dressed in black, stood blocking the doorway to Fu Xinghe's bedroom. Song Xingyao's face was ashen, and her gaze towards Zhu Xunchuan was extremely hostile.

"You dare come here again?" Song Xingyao lowered his voice, his tone stern. "Who let you upstairs? Xinghe has had a miscarriage today; pregnant women absolutely cannot have intercourse during the first three months. You leave the compound immediately!"

The mother-in-law's imposing presence was overwhelming. Two special agents immediately stepped forward, blocking Zhu Xunchuan's path.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't back down. Just as he was about to speak, the study door behind him opened.

Fu Yuan walked out with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed.

"Alright. Young people are hot-tempered, why are you meddling in so much?" Fu Yuan walked to Song Xingyao's side and waved for the special agents to leave.

"Old Fu! Are you crazy?" Song Xingyao exclaimed anxiously, "That's our grandson!"

"With him here, nothing will happen." Fu Yuan grabbed Song Xingyao's wrist without room for argument and forcibly pulled her towards the master bedroom next door. "There's a conference call with the municipal party committee. Come over and help me take notes."

Song Xingyao struggled in vain, and could only glare fiercely at Zhu Xunchuan before being forcibly dragged into the master bedroom.

The door closed.

The corridor fell silent again. The father-in-law's divine intervention had given Zhu Xun Chuan unimpeded passage.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked to the end, grasped the brass doorknob, and gently pushed it open.

The heavy blackout curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out the sunlight. Only a warm orange bedside lamp remained in the bedroom. Its soft glow dispelled the chill of late autumn.

The air was filled with a unique fragrance characteristic of mature women.

Fu Xinghe sat on the edge of the bed. She wore a very loose white silk nightgown. Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Her stunningly beautiful face, which always carried an air of aloofness and unapproachability, was now bowed down.

Her hands rested on her flat stomach, her fingertips gently stroking it. Her eyes shone with an extremely gentle maternal glow.

Hearing the door open, Fu Xinghe looked up.

The moment those phoenix eyes saw Zhu Xunchuan, they glistened with tears.

Zhu Xun Chuan closed the door behind him and locked it with a "click".

He strode over without hesitation, pulled Fu Xinghe up from the edge of the bed, and hugged him tightly.

Fu Xinghe wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his firm chest. She inhaled deeply the scent of fir and tobacco emanating from Zhu Xunchuan.

"Did my dad make things difficult for you?" Fu Xinghe's voice was a little muffled, with a hint of lingering fear.

Zhu Xun Chuan released her. He took out the neatly folded ultrasound report from the inside pocket of his suit and waved it in front of Fu Xinghe.

"My father-in-law even accepted the betrothal gifts," Zhu Xun Chuan said in a deep voice, with a hint of teasing. "He even personally taught me how to deal with other women."

When Fu Xinghe saw the ultrasound report, a stunning blush instantly appeared on his originally pale cheeks.

"That report..." Fu Xinghe bit her lower lip, not daring to look into Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes, "was a fake report that I got my best friend at Peking Union Medical College Hospital to make overnight."

A distinguished professor at Peking University, the daughter of a municipal party committee member. To keep the man before her, she resorted to such absurd means to deceive her own parents. This ruthlessness, disregarding all worldly conventions, directly struck at Zhu Xun Chuan's deepest possessive desires.

Zhu Xunchuan casually tossed the ultrasound report onto the bedside table.

He raised his hands and cupped Fu Xinghe's burning cheeks. His fingers ran through the stray hairs by her ears, his fingertips gently caressing her sensitive earlobes.

"A fake report might fool you for a while, but it won't fool you for ten months." Zhu Xun Chuan's gaze was intense and domineering, locking directly into her eyes.

Fu Xinghe's eyes welled up with tears. She met Zhu Xun Chuan's gaze without flinching.

She raised her hands and placed them on the back of Zhu Xun Chuan's hands.

"So..." Fu Xinghe's voice trembled, his breath sweet as orchids, "Take this opportunity and get pregnant quickly."

At this moment, the defenses of reason completely collapsed.

Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

There was no violent, demanding approach. This was Building No. 1 in the municipal government compound, and my parents-in-law lived next door. A sense of taboo, like that of a clandestine affair, quickly raised the temperature in the room.

Fu Xinghe's legs went weak. She could only cling tightly to the edge of Zhu Xunchuan's shirt.

Zhu Xun Chuan continued his kisses downwards, landing lightly on her forehead, the tip of her nose, and finally settling on her fair and slender neck. Each of his breaths sent an uncontrollable shiver down Fu Xing He's spine.

The shoulder strap of her nightgown slipped down.

Zhu Xun Chuan supported her waist and gently laid her down on the soft bed.

Beneath the thick bedding, the woman's mature charm and ultimate submissiveness completely captivated Zhu Xun Chuan. He restrained his vigorous movements and slowed down all his pace.

Extremely delicate.

Every touch, every intimate contact, carries with it a profound sense of possession and comfort.

Fu Xinghe bit her lip, tears streaming down her face. She dared not make a sound, and could only leave shallow scratches on Zhu Xunchuan's back with her fingers, in a state of extreme restraint and pleasure.

This "pregnancy care lesson," which took place in the heart of the municipal party committee compound, was both grueling and lengthy.

It lasts from morning until sunset.

During this time, Song Xingyao knocked on the door once and brought bird's nest. Zhu Xunchuan coldly replied through the door, "Xinghe is sleeping," thus keeping the domineering wife of the municipal party committee out.

Night falls.

The bedroom returned to calm.

Exhausted, Fu Xinghe curled up in Zhu Xunchuan's arms. Her long hair was soaked with sweat and clung to her cheeks. A thin blanket covered her, revealing her shoulders covered with ambiguous red marks.

With her eyes closed, her fingers unconsciously traced circles on Zhu Xun Chuan's pectoral muscles.

"My dad signed Guangying Media's name, right?" Fu Xinghe's voice was hoarse, with a hint of post-event languor.

"It's signed. All offline resources will be consolidated and reorganized." Zhu Xun Chuan rested his chin on the top of her head and casually pinched her soft earlobe.

Fu Xinghe opened his eyes.

"But Guangying Media's overseas copyright library and Southern Cinema Circuit have always been held by the Hujiang Group." Fu Xinghe regained some of his professorial clarity and calmly analyzed, "Meng Changjin will definitely not let go easily. If you want to complete this puzzle, you can only find a breakthrough through Meng Wanqing."

She raised her head and gave Zhu Xun Chuan a deep look.

"Go find her. She has the authority to organize Peking University's centennial celebration, which is an excellent reason to reach out to her." Fu Xinghe was not jealous at all; instead, she took the initiative to help him plan.

This is the mindset of a top-tier woman. Once she's set her sights on a man, she'll dedicate herself entirely to helping him conquer the world.

Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head and pecked her rosy lips.

"I'll handle things, you can focus on your pregnancy," Zhu Xun Chuan said confidently.