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

Soft, hot red lips.

Meng Wanqing closed her eyes and responded passionately. She gripped the fabric of Zhu Xunchuan's suit back tightly with both hands.

In the spacious office, only the sound of their breathing mingled.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, casting interplay of light and shadow on the carpet. The aloof and abstinent vice-principal, under the man's forceful intrusion, completely succumbed to this dimly lit corner.

After a long while, the two parted ways.

Meng Wanqing's eyes were slightly red, her lips were swollen, and her breathing was disordered. She leaned against Zhu Xunchuan's chest to calm herself down.

Zhu Xun Chuan casually pulled up the collar of her white shirt to cover the ambiguous glimpse of spring.

"When are you leaving?" Meng Wanqing regained some of her composure, her voice still hoarse.

"The sooner the better. Hujiang Capital is moving fast, and I must get things done before they sign a substantive takeover agreement." Zhu Xunchuan glanced at the time.

Meng Wanqing nodded, turned around, picked up the landline phone on the table, and pressed the internal line button.

"Notify the secretariat that my afternoon meeting is canceled. Have the driver prepare the car, we're going to the airport." Meng Wanqing's tone regained its former competence as the vice principal.

She hung up the phone, picked up her gold-rimmed glasses, and put them back on. When she turned to look at Zhu Xunchuan, a complex emotion flickered in her eyes.

"The waters of Shanghai are deep. Once you go there, there's no Fu Yuan to back you up."

"It's enough that you're here." Zhu Xunchuan pulled open the blinds.

Sunlight once again filled the entire office.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Two black Audi A6Ls smoothly drove into the VIP channel of Beijing Capital International Airport.

A private Gulfstream jet bearing the Dinghe Group logo was already waiting on the tarmac. Xia Wanying mobilized her private airline immediately after receiving Zhu Xunchuan's call.

At the boarding gate, Meng Wanqing changed out of her stiff suit and put on a khaki trench coat. With her long hair flowing down her shoulders, she looked less sharp and more elegant like a socialite.

The passenger plane roared into the sky, piercing straight into the clouds.

Two hours later.

The Gulfstream aircraft landed smoothly on the dedicated apron of Shanghai-Jiangsu International Airport.

The cabin door opened.

A damp and chilly wind from Jiangnan hit me in the face.

Zhu Xunchuan stepped down the gangway, his gaze sweeping across the area ahead.

Outside the tarmac, six identical black Mercedes-Benz S600s were lined up in a row, their hazard lights flashing in the night, creating a menacing presence.

Standing next to the lead car were not ordinary drivers, but eight burly men with buzz cuts and wearing black trench coats. They stood ramrod straight, with noticeable bulges at their waists.

There were no banners, no flowers, only undisguised military intimidation and pomp.

Meng Changjin's home ground was a completely different scene.

The night wind was damp and cold.

Six black Mercedes-Benz S600s were lined up at the edge of the tarmac, with a Rolls-Royce Phantom with consecutive Shanghai license plates sandwiched in the middle.

Eight bodyguards in black trench coats stood ramrod straight, their waists bulging.

The hatch opened. Zhu Xunchuan and Meng Wanqing walked down the gangway side by side.

The head bodyguard strode forward. Without any unnecessary movements or attempts to intimidate, he gave a perfectly standard 90-degree bow.

"Young Master Zhu, Miss Zhu."

The sound was loud and clear, dispelling the chilly autumn wind.

Meng Wanqing adjusted the collar of her khaki trench coat and turned her head to look at Zhu Xunchuan.

"The Meng family has many rules," Meng Wanqing said softly, with a hint of reassurance. "When we arrive at the manor, don't worry about those collateral branches, just follow me."

"Rules are for the weak." Zhu Xun Chuan put his large hand around her slender waist and walked straight towards the Rolls-Royce.

The car door opened. The two got into the back seat.

The soundproof partitions between the front and rear rows slowly rose, completely transforming the interior into a private space.

The Rolls-Royce started smoothly, and the convoy drove away from the airport, heading towards the Meng Family Manor in downtown Shanghai.

The car was well-heated. Meng Wanqing kicked off her high heels, her toes, encased in flesh-colored stockings, touching the thick carpet. She straddled Zhu Xunchuan's lap, her arms naturally encircling his neck.

Shedding her aloofness as the vice president of Peking University, she was now just a little woman who had brought a man back to her parents' home and desperately craved a sense of security.

"Is Fu Xinghe pregnant or not?" Meng Wanqing rested her chin on his shoulder and asked the most pressing question directly.

"It's a fake pregnancy." Zhu Xun Chuan's large hand slid down her back with practiced ease. "But I gave her a lesson on how to properly care for her pregnancy yesterday."

Meng Wanqing snorted and bit down on the side of Zhu Xunchuan's neck. It didn't hurt; it was filled with intense teasing and possessiveness.

"You dared to break into the municipal party committee compound in the middle of the night?" Meng Wanqing looked up, her captivating peach blossom eyes full of reproach. "Didn't Fu Yuan just execute you?"

"He accepted my betrothal gifts, how could he bear to shoot?" Zhu Xun Chuan used both hands to press her tightly into his arms, and lowered his head to seal her red lips.

Their lips met. Meng Wanqing closed her eyes, letting out a satisfied murmur, completely abandoning all restraint and passionately responding to his demands. The powerful heiress who commanded respect outside willingly became his prey for venting his desire for control in this cramped carriage.

Half an hour later, the convoy slowed down.

Outside the car window, a large expanse of towering plane trees appeared, their branches adorned with warm-colored light strips.

This is the Meng Family Manor in Hujiang, covering an area of ​​100 acres and boasting a century of history.

The Rolls-Royce came to a stop in front of the luxurious foyer porch.

The doorman quickly stepped forward and opened the car door.

Zhu Xun Chuan straightened his suit jacket and stepped out of the car. Meng Wan Qing put on her high heels and followed closely behind.

The lobby was brightly lit, with a giant crystal chandelier overhead casting a dazzling light. The air was filled with the aroma of top-quality Cuban cigars and premium Da Hong Pao tea.

On either side of the white marble steps stood a dozen or so well-dressed young men and women. These were all junior members of the collateral branches of the Meng family.

Since Zhu Xun Chuan managed these juniors well last time, and now after the Zhao Ting incident...

Zhu Xunchuan's fame has also grown, and it has already spread throughout Hujiang.

"Uncle-in-law".

"Hello, Uncle-in-law."

There were no whispers, no furtive glances, only polite greetings. Everyone stood ramrod straight, even stiff with extreme fear.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't pause, nor did he give a single glance, and strode through the crowd.

This absolute disregard is the most direct form of oppression from those in power. These arrogant scions of noble families are now not even qualified to be trampled under his feet.

Meng Wanqing, in her high heels, followed beside him, naturally taking Zhu Xunchuan's right arm. Seeing her usually arrogant and domineering cousins ​​now trembling in fear, she felt a surge of pride and satisfaction.

The man she chose was a powerful figure, someone the entire Meng family could revere.

Passing through the foyer, you enter the luxurious main living room with a ceiling height of nearly ten meters.

Several middle-aged men sat on a handcrafted leather sofa, smoking cigars and chatting. They were powerful figures from the older generation of the Meng family, several of Meng Wanqing's uncles, who held the reins of several core industries in Shanghai.

Upon seeing Zhu Xunchuan enter, the group immediately stopped talking and stood up in unison.

Meng Changhai, the second uncle of the Meng family, strode forward, his face full of familiar smiles, and offered his hands.

"Xun Chuan, you must be tired from the journey." Meng Changhai held Zhu Xun Chuan's hand tightly. "You handled the Zhao family matter beautifully. We haven't seen such a clean and efficient operation in Beijing for decades."