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

The next morning.

Morning light pierced through the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting a dappled pattern on the carpet.

Zhu Xun Chuan was already dressed. He stood by the bed, looking at the sleeping Fu Xing He, and tucked the blanket around her.

He then picked up the black suit jacket draped over the back of the chair, turned around, and walked out the door.

Half of Guangying Media's territory has already been acquired. The other half is hidden in the trump cards of the Hujiang Group.

Zhu Xunchuan got into the driver's seat of the Range Rover and started the engine.

The image that comes to mind is that of the aloof yet alluring Executive Vice President of Peking University, wearing a burgundy silk nightgown.

It's time to expose her true colors, she's a paper tiger.

A black SUV drove out of the municipal government compound and sped off towards Kyoto University, bathed in the rising sun.

The early winter sun shone through the glass windows of the Peking University administration building.

Vice Principal's Office.

Zhu Xunchuan pushed open the door and entered, then locked the mahogany door behind him.

Meng Wanqing sat behind a large, solid wood desk. She wore a minimalist, dark blue women's suit with a white silk blouse underneath. The top two buttons were undone, revealing her fair and slender neck. Her legs, encased in black stockings, were elegantly crossed under the desk.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and quickly signed his name on a document with a Parker pen in his hand.

She didn't even look up when she heard the door being locked.

"You've been absent from class for over half a month, and you've just returned from leave. Why aren't you in the classroom? What are you doing here?" Meng Wanqing's voice was cold and clear, carrying the usual authority of a vice principal.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't say anything, but strode to the French windows and pulled down the blinds.

The indoor light suddenly dropped. Several dim spots of light were cast onto the carpet.

He walked around the large mahogany desk and went straight to Meng Wanqing's side. He stretched out his large hand, placed it on the back of the boss's chair, and suddenly spun around.

Meng Wanqing, chair and all, was forced to face him.

The distance between the two people was reduced to half a meter.

Zhu Xun Chuan rested his hands on the armrests of the seat, looking down at her. The scent of tobacco and fir emanating from him pressed down on Meng Wan Qing without reservation.

"The Zhao family just fell, and your women are busy dividing the spoils. You're all free, running around flirting with your boss?" Meng Wanqing leaned back in her chair and looked up to meet his gaze.

His tone was flat, yet laced with barbs.

Last night, she watched him leave for the municipal party committee compound overnight from her apartment. This morning, she received an internal message from the municipal party committee that they had lifted the blacklist on Guangying Media. With her keen political instincts, she naturally guessed what he had done at the Fu family's place.

Zhu Xun Chuan straightened up and tapped Meng Wan Qing's knee, which was covered in black stockings, twice with his fingers.

"Fu Yuan has given his approval. The offline business of Guangying Media will be mine." Zhu Xun Chuan got straight to the point, his tone devoid of any boasting, purely businesslike and efficient.

Meng Wanqing was not surprised. She put down her pen and crossed her hands in front of her.

"The pillow talk from the daughter of the municipal party secretary is naturally more effective than my position as the vice president of Peking University." Meng Wanqing's red lips parted slightly. "Now that you've got her, you should go back and take over. What are you doing here with me?"

Mature women don't get jealous by crying, making a scene, or threatening suicide; they hide it all in casual banter.

"The Fu family only gave you half." Zhu Xun Chuan put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked directly into Meng Wan Qing's eyes, and said, "The remaining Southern cinema chains and overseas copyright libraries are in the hands of the Shanghai Jiang Group. I'm here today to ask you for the other half."

The air froze instantly.

Meng Wanqing's crossed hands tightened slightly. Behind her gold-rimmed glasses, her alluring peach blossom eyes instantly turned cold.

"Do you know what you're saying?" Meng Wanqing's voice was deep, completely shedding the ambiguous and lingering tone from before, and she had completely transformed into the powerful heiress of a political family.

Zhu Xun Chuan lit a cigarette, took a puff, and did not refute.

"With Zhao Tingzhi's downfall, Guangying Media is a huge piece of meat." Meng Wanqing stood up, walked to the water dispenser, filled a glass of water, and placed it heavily on the table. "Fu Yuan is willing to give you his offline business because he wants to protect the Fu family's reputation and is doing you a favor by going with the flow."

She turned around, her gaze sharp.

"But my father is different." Meng Wanqing pointed out the danger of the situation. "When Meng Changjin took charge of Hujiang, he was eyeing the monetization potential of overseas film copyrights and the cash flow of Southern Cinemas. Hujiang Capital has already deployed its forces on the borders and is determined to get this piece of meat."

She walked up to Zhu Xun Chuan and looked up at him.

"If you go and try to steal food from the Shanghai-based group now, it's like declaring war on Meng Changjin." Meng Wanqing lowered her voice, her tone revealing undisguised worry. "What bargaining chips do you have to offer him? You can't swallow this whole plate by yourself. If you try to force it, you'll only get burned."

There were no unreasonable attempts to stop him. There was no concern about the presence of other women in his life.

Faced with real interests and life-or-death situations, this mature 30-year-old woman displayed absolutely clear judgment and a protective, domineering nature. Her first consideration was Zhu Xun Chuan's safety.

Zhu Xun Chuan looked at the woman in front of him who was trying her best to dissuade him, and the fingers holding the cigarette twitched slightly.

He took a step forward.

The distance between the two instantly disappeared.

Zhu Xun Chuan stubbed out his cigarette, grabbed Meng Wan Qing's slender waist with both hands, and pulled her forcefully.

Meng Wanqing let out a soft cry as her body crashed into his solid chest.

"That's why I came to ask for your help." Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her ear. "I'm going to bring this cake over as a betrothal gift. Do you think your old man will accept it?"

Domineering, shameless, and completely disregarding political rules.

Meng Wanqing's face flushed instantly. Her previously tense nerves were completely shattered by those words.

"Don't try to fool me with this nonsense." Meng Wanqing tried to push him away, placing her hands on Zhu Xunchuan's chest, but she couldn't budge him an inch.

Zhu Xun Chuan tightened his arms, his large hands sliding down the fabric of his suit jacket to her back.

"I'm serious." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was deep, filled with an arrogant arrogance. "I dare to mess with the heavens of Beijing, and I dare to go to Shanghai. If my woman is to take over Guangying Media, the empire must be complete. Not an inch less."

He looked directly at Meng Wanqing.

"I don't want you to go against Meng Changjin for my sake. You just need to lead the way. I'll handle the rest."

Every word and phrase reveals no hesitation, but rather the unwavering commitment of a man shouldering everything.

Meng Wanqing felt the burning heat emanating from her waist and looked into those aggressive eyes. She knew that the man before her wasn't just talking big; he was ruthlessly building his own empire in the most unreasonable way.

My inner defenses completely melted away.

Meng Wanqing stopped struggling. She raised her hand, took off the gold-rimmed glasses that symbolized reason and authority, and casually tossed them onto the large mahogany desk.

She tilted her head back, her fair hands naturally reaching up to Zhu Xun Chuan's shoulders. Her fingertips traced the collar of his dark gray suit, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles in his tie.

"Have you made up your mind?" Meng Wanqing's voice softened, carrying a rare tenderness.

"It's decided."

Meng Wanqing took a deep breath, all her worries disappearing from her eyes.

"Okay." She looked directly at Zhu Xun Chuan. "Go ahead and do it. As long as it's something you want to do, I'll risk arguing with the old man and get it done for you."

This is the confidence of a thirty-year-old heiress from a prominent family. She doesn't concern herself with short-term gains or fleeting romances. Once she's made up her mind, she'll give her all to make it happen.

A smile flickered in Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes. He raised his large hand and cradled the back of her head.

He lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.