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

Shen Shuzhu's eyes darted around, staring at the open collar of his bathrobe. "You must have caused quite a stir in Wanqing's office during the day. Wanqing has maintained her aloof attitude for so many years, do you think I'd serve you?"

The intense jealousy burst forth from the elder's mouth without any attempt to conceal it.

Zhu Xun Chuan freed one hand, raised it, and pinched Shen Shu Zhu's smooth chin.

"An elder comes to check on a junior in the middle of the night." Zhu Xun Chuan's tone was three parts teasing and seven parts arrogance. "If Meng Chang Jin finds out about this, the whole of Shanghai will probably be turned upside down."

Shen Shuzhu wasn't afraid at all. Instead, she deliberately tilted her head, her gaze passing over Zhu Xunchuan's shoulder, and looked at Meng Wanqing, who was sleeping soundly on the large bed a few steps away.

"Tell me," Shen Shuzhu whispered in Zhu Xun Chuan's ear, her red lips close to his, "if she woke up now and saw us like this behind the door, should she call me 'Auntie' or 'Sister' tomorrow morning?"

Zhu Xun Chuan's heart skipped a beat. This woman's inherent obsession and yandere tendencies were even more insane than Bai He, who emerged from the dark web.

Suddenly, a series of light, rhythmic footsteps echoed from outside the corridor. The night patrol of the Meng family manor had reached the second floor.

The footsteps grew closer, carrying an undeniable sense of urgency. Although the guest room was well-insulated, the two were currently leaning against the door. Any slight movement would immediately alert the bodyguards outside.

A strange light flashed in Shen Shuzhu's eyes. She grabbed Zhu Xunchuan's wrist, pulled him around, and plunged into the huge walk-in closet that came with the guest room.

She pushed the hidden sliding door to the walk-in closet shut. The space instantly plunged into absolute darkness.

The walk-in closet was extremely cramped. Two rows of solid wood cabinets, filled with expensive suits and formal wear, exuded a mixed scent of driftwood and camphor.

This scent intertwined with the fragrance of green bamboo on Shen Shuzhu's body, creating a feeling that made one's heart race.

Shen Shuzhu forcefully shoved Zhu Xunchuan against the row of high-end custom-made suits behind her. The dust covers on the suits made an extremely slight plastic scraping sound.

The patrolling bodyguards' footsteps stopped just outside the guest room door. The two were separated by only two door panels and a very short distance.

In the darkness, Shen Shuzhu completely shattered her usual gentle facade. She stood on tiptoe, gripped Zhu Xunchuan's bathrobe tightly with both hands, and tilted her head back to kiss him directly.

The action was rough and savage. She held nothing back, pouring all her longing, possessiveness, and the thrill of transgression into that kiss.

Zhu Xun Chuan gripped the back of her head with his large hand, his knuckles weaving through her smooth, long hair. He flipped them over, pinning Shen Shu Zhu against the hard, solid wood cabinet door, and took control with absolute dominance.

In the cramped space, the two dared not make a loud sound. They communicated entirely through breathing and body language in the darkness.

The bodyguard outside the door seemed to be reporting on the patrol situation via radio. A suppressed, deep male voice came through the crack in the door.

Shen Shuzhu trembled violently. She scratched at the muscles on Zhu Xunchuan's back with both hands, pressed her lips to his neck, and let out a sob that almost blended into the sound of his heartbeat.

She reveled in the extreme thrill of dancing on the edge of a cliff. Next door was Meng Wanqing, outside the door were the heavily guarded figures, and now she had this domineering and tyrannical man in her arms. This extremely twisted, chaotic environment completely filled the morbid desires deep within her.

"Xun Chuan," Shen Shuzhu whispered in his ear, her voice hoarse and hot, "I really want to dig a cellar in Shanghai and chain you up. Only I can see you."

"You're welcome to try." Zhu Xun Chuan exerted force with his palm.

Suppression and release.

The rendezvous continued until the patrol team had gone far away, and then into the middle of the night.

The scent of camphor wood in the dressing room was completely masked by the ambiguous atmosphere.

Shen Shuzhu had finally forgotten everything. She calmed her breathing in Zhu Xunchuan's arms for a long time, and then straightened the collar of his slightly disheveled bathrobe.

Without any fuss or crying, she pushed open the sliding door and quietly returned the way she came before dawn.

The sky was bright.

The morning air in Hujiang was slightly chilly.

With the system's support, Zhu Xun Chuan's physical strength had already been fully restored. He changed into a dark gray casual suit, walked quietly without waking the exhausted Meng Wan Qing, and went downstairs alone.

The Meng Family Manor covers a vast area. The back garden is planted with a large number of precious Jiangnan green plants, and the rockeries and streams are arranged in a well-organized manner.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked to the bluestone pavilion in the center of the courtyard and sat down. The servant, with great awareness, brought him a pot of freshly brewed premium Longjing tea.

He picked up his teacup and blew away the steam from the water. With this trip to Hujiang, the mess left by Guangying Media was perfectly resolved; Meng Wanqing, the paper tiger, was completely stripped bare, and even the deeply hidden Shen Shuzhu was appeased.

Next, as long as he returns to Beijing and pours all of Guangying's resources into Pei Yanyu, the entertainment industry in Beijing will be his domain.

The tea had just entered my throat.

A discordant commotion suddenly erupted outside the moon gate in the front yard.

"Get out of my way! Where is my master? Who dares to stop me!"

A clear, arrogant, and extremely domineering young female voice pierced the tranquility of the morning.

Immediately following were the sounds of a group of bodyguards trying to stop them and gasping for breath.

The early winter sun shines on the bluestone pavilion in the back garden of the Meng Family Manor.

Zhu Xun Chuan picked up his teacup, blew away the white mist on the surface of the Longjing tea, and took a sip. Suddenly, a piercingly loud noise shattered the morning tranquility from the moon gate in the front yard.

"Get out of my way! Where is my master? Who dares to stop me!"

With the rapid sound of high heels on the stone slabs, a young woman in a Chanel haute couture mini dress suddenly came into view. She had burgundy wavy hair, wore sunglasses that almost covered half her face, and carried a limited-edition Hermès Birkin bag.

The girl, with an arrogant expression, directly pushed away the Meng family bodyguard who was blocking her way.

The bodyguards looked troubled. This was Ye Chuchu, the notorious little devil, the daughter of the Ye family, the largest conglomerate in Shanghai. They couldn't hit her, they couldn't touch her; they could only form a human wall and withstand her shoving.

Following behind Ye Chuchu was Ye Shaoqing, the young master of Shanghai Jianghu, who was covered in sweat and constantly smiling apologetically.

Normally, he would have led the charge without fear, not even of the Meng family. But today, Zhu Xun Chuan has come—Zhu Xun Chuan, his teacher and father!

"Chuchu, don't be impulsive, this is Secretary Meng's manor!" Ye Shaoqing pulled his sister's arm, trying to calm her down.

"What happened to the Meng family! I want to see him!" Ye Chuchu was unmoved and kicked the bodyguard's knee.

Zhu Xun Chuan put down his teacup, his voice carrying clearly throughout the courtyard: "Let them in."

Upon hearing this, the Meng family bodyguards breathed a sigh of relief and immediately retreated in unison to both sides, making way for a passage.

Ye Chuchu paused. She turned her head, her gaze locking onto the tall man sitting in the pavilion through her sunglasses.

The arrogant and domineering tigress-like demeanor she had just displayed vanished the moment she saw Zhu Xun Chuan clearly.