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

A 30-year-old aloof and powerful heiress from a prestigious family.

At this moment, her biological father, in front of her own man, laid bare all her secrets.

Forget about being mature and intellectual, forget about being an ice queen. It's all just an act, a facade.

Meng Wanqing's exquisite face instantly flushed crimson, the blush spreading down to her neck. Even her usually calm and composed peach blossom eyes welled up with tears.

Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head and looked at the woman in his arms who was filled with shame and indignation.

It turns out this paper tiger is actually quite weak at heart.

His large hand slid down his trench coat and directly grasped her hand, their fingers intertwined.

"Secretary Meng, rest assured." Zhu Xun Chuan's tone was solemn, his previous arrogance gone. "I've taken over the reins of Guangying. I will also protect Wan Qing. Anyone who suffers injustice will be wiped out of Beijing."

Meng Changjin nodded in satisfaction.

He opened the drawer, took out a fountain pen, and threw it on the table.

"The documents are signed, take your things." Meng Changjin looked at their tightly clasped hands. "Consider the documents part of the dowry. I only have one personal request."

Meng Wanqing was taken aback.

"I want to hold my grandson by this time next year." Meng Changjin's tone was extremely serious, directly issuing the order to have a baby. "That old bastard Fu Yuan dared to flaunt his pregnancy with me, so I can't fall behind. You two will stay in the guest room tonight and get things done."

The air in the study was completely boiling over.

"You! You're such a pervert!"

Meng Wanqing completely broke down. Her dignified aura shattered, and in shame and anger, she grabbed the pen on the table and shoved it haphazardly into Zhu Xunchuan's hand.

"Sign it and leave quickly!" Meng Wanqing urged, grabbing Zhu Xunchuan's wrist and pulling him towards the door.

Zhu Xun Chuan signed his name on the document with one hand, letting her pull him away from the study.

As soon as I stepped out of the corridor, I heard Meng Changjin's hearty laughter behind me.

The laughter was extremely penetrating; it could be heard throughout the entire second floor.

Meng Wanqing quickened her pace, her high heels clicking rapidly on the wooden floor. Head down, she gripped Zhu Xunchuan tightly, rushing towards the guest room at the end of the corridor.

Push the door open, go inside, and lock it from the inside.

All in one go.

The main lights in the guest room were not on; only a few wall lamps emitted a dim light.

Meng Wanqing released her grip, leaned against the door, and gasped for breath.

She raised her hand and fanned her burning cheeks forcefully, not daring to look into Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes.

"Extremely starved for love?" Zhu Xun Chuan, hands in his pockets, slowly walked up to her. "A little girl?"

He emphasized those two words heavily, his tone full of mockery.

Meng Wanqing bit her red lips. She suddenly raised her head, her peach blossom eyes glaring at Zhu Xunchuan with a fierce anger and embarrassment.

"What are you looking at! Don't laugh!" She tried to maintain the air of a vice principal, but her voice was so soft that it had no power whatsoever.

Zhu Xun Chuan remained silent.

He raised his hands and braced them against the door behind Meng Wanqing, completely trapping her between his arms.

Looking down from above, their breaths mingled.

"I insist on watching." Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers.

Meng Wanqing's heart pounded like a drum. She placed her hands on Zhu Xunchuan's chest, but they felt weak and powerless.

Her father's words stripped away all her pretense, and in front of this man, she could no longer maintain that composure.

"The old man has issued a 'force us to have a baby' order," Zhu Xun Chuan said in a hoarse voice, with a dangerous undertone. "Shouldn't we hurry up and carry out our father-in-law's instructions?"

Meng Wanqing's breath hitched.

She closed her eyes, gave up all resistance, and her hands naturally climbed up Zhu Xunchuan's neck.

Her red lips pressed against his.

There are no skills involved; it's all about instinctively taking what you need.

This is a kind of dependence that comes from completely letting down one's guard. She no longer needs to pretend to be mature, no longer needs to put on airs, she just needs to let go of everything in this man's arms.

The night was dark.

The autumn wind from Hujiang beat against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the guest rooms.

Two hours later.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Zhu Xun Chuan stood under the showerhead, letting the warm water wash over his body.

With the final piece of the puzzle in hand, Guangying Media has been secured, and the Meng family of Hujiang is now completely tethered to his cause. He won the Zhao family's handicap decisively.

As for the vice principal, who was currently wearily huddled in his blankets, he ate every last bit, leaving not even bones.

Zhu Xun Chuan turned off the tap, grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist, then pushed open the bathroom door.

The guest room was quiet. On the large bed, Meng Wanqing was breathing evenly, fast asleep. Scattered clothes lay on the floor, a testament to the frenzy that had just transpired.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of ice water.

I just took a sip.

In the quiet of the night, a very faint sound suddenly came from the heavy solid wood door of the guest room.

"Click".

This is the sound made by a specially made steel wire moving the lock cylinder.

Someone is picking the lock.

Zhu Xunchuan stopped moving. The water glass hung in mid-air.

This is the private estate of the Secretary of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee, with extremely high security. Ordinary people can't even get through the main gate, let alone sneak into the second-floor guest rooms to pick the locks.

"Click. Click."

The sound of fiddler with the lock cylinder was rhythmic, unhurried, and even carried a hint of arrogant skill.

Zhu Xunchuan put down his water glass.

He didn't say anything, and quietly walked to the door.

A large hand silently gripped the doorknob, ready to snap the neck of the person outside at any moment.

"Click."

The last latch popped open.

The doorknob was slowly pressed down from the outside.

The doorknob was pressed down silently. Zhu Xun Chuan leaned against the door, his muscles tense. This was the private estate of Meng Changjin, the top executive of Shanghai Jianghu. To be able to sneak into a second-floor guest room in the dead of night, bypassing security, meant the person was definitely a top expert.

The latch popped open. The heavy solid wood door was pushed open a crack.

In the darkness, there was no glint of weapons or murderous intent. A very faint scent of bamboo drifted into the guest room through the crack in the door, instantly overpowering the fir scent on Zhu Xun Chuan's body.

Zhu Xun Chuan's tense nerves relaxed. He strode forward, precisely grabbed the wrist of the person outside the door with his right hand, and pulled him in forcefully.

The person bumped into him. Zhu Xun Chuan hooked his left foot on the door frame and closed the door, locking it with a "click".

"Seeking the River." The woman's voice was extremely seductive, revealing an uncontrollable greed.

Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head. By the faint moonlight filtering in from the window, he could see the woman in his arms.

Shen Shuzhu. This young lady, who was always known in Shanghai's elite circles for her gentle, dignified, and well-mannered manners, was now wearing only a very simple black silk slip dress. The delicate straps draped loosely over her rounded, fair shoulders.

She showed no regard for being an elder, wrapping her arms around Zhu Xun Chuan's neck and pressing herself tightly against him with her legs. Beneath her gentle, jade-like exterior lay a suppressed madness and yandere nature.

"You little sweetheart, your lock-picking skills are probably unmatched even among the most prestigious families in Shanghai." Zhu Xun Chuan naturally supported her waist with both hands, without pushing her away.