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

30,000 feet. First class.

The temperature was a constant 25 degrees Celsius, and the air conditioning was running silently. The cabin was dimly lit. Apart from Zhu Xunchuan and Meng Wanqing, who was resting next to him wearing an eye mask, the entire spacious first-class cabin was completely empty.

Zhu Xunchuan leaned back in his chair, his fingertips turning a page of a financial magazine.

Just then, on a single seat on the other side of the aisle, the woman who had been wearing a black baseball cap and mask since boarding slowly removed her disguise.

Zhu Xun Chuan sensed something was off about Yu Guangli. He didn't turn his head; his gaze remained fixed on the magazine.

"Brother Xun Chuan".

The woman's voice was extremely soft, even carrying a deliberate, suppressed tremor. She took a deep breath of the cabin air, her tone revealing a morbid sweetness and infatuation: "Long time no see. Your blood still smells so good."

Zhu Xun Chuan stopped turning the pages of the book.

He turned his head. His gaze traveled across the wide corridor and landed on that exquisitely delicate oval face, flawless yet strangely pale.

The woman wore an exquisitely tailored white haute couture trench coat over a black silk camisole, and a plain platinum choker around her neck. She looked at Zhu Xun Chuan with a chillingly fanatical glint in her eyes.

Zhu Xunchuan's muscles tensed instantly.

Lu Nianxi.

The only daughter of Tianjin's top official and the city's Party Secretary. She's also the most extreme character in Zhu Xunchuan's thick "Yandere Ex-Girlfriend Guide," even more so than Xiao Bai!

Six months ago, this seemingly harmless heiress spent a fortune hiring twelve top-tier mercenaries from the dark web to ambush Zhu Xun Chuan at the Tianjin docks and forcibly kidnap him into a sterile underground operating room.

Holding a sharp scalpel in her hand, she looked at Zhu Xunchuan with eyes full of infatuation and said that the women outside were too dirty. She wanted to skin him alive, remove his bones, and make him into the most perfect specimen in the world, locking him forever in her glass display case.

If the system hadn't forcibly cracked the anesthetic at the time, Zhu Xunchuan might have really fallen into the hands of this crazy woman.

"What?" Zhu Xun Chuan closed the magazine, his gaze turning completely cold, as if the temperature around him had dropped. "Wasn't the previous lesson enough? Now you're chasing me to the heavens, and you want to resort to violence again?"

He didn't get up. But the absolute pressure emanating from his very bones directly pressed down on him.

There was no tense standoff as expected, nor was there a scalpel hidden in the sleeve.

Lu Nianxi stared into his cold eyes, and her eyes suddenly reddened.

With a "click," she unbuckled her seatbelt, disregarding safety regulations during cruising, and strode across the aisle in her high heels.

Then, this daughter of the municipal party committee, who wielded immense power in Tianjin and whose influence extended to both the legitimate and underworld figures, actually squatted down next to Zhu Xunchuan's chair.

She completely disregarded the fact that her six-figure haute couture trench coat was dragging on the ground. Two slender, white hands reached out and gripped Zhu Xun Chuan's suit sleeves tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Large tears fell onto Zhu Xun Chuan's trouser legs.

She cried silently, yet her sobs conveyed a chilling sense of extreme grievance.

"I checked the first-class passenger lists for thirty-six flights. I bought all the first-class tickets on this plane. I stood at the gate waiting for you for three hours."

Lu Nianxi looked up. Tears soaked her long eyelashes. Her sickly, exquisitely beautiful face was filled with a humble, almost imperceptible, plea.

"Xun Chuan. I heard about it." Lu Nianxi choked back tears, her voice filled with barely suppressed, insane jealousy. "That crazy girl Bai He from the dark web, you were able to keep her at home. She doesn't even have a proper identity, she's even a murderer. Why can she do it, but I can't?"

She pressed her face against Zhu Xun Chuan's knees and clung tightly to his calves with both hands.

"Brother Xun Chuan, I was too extreme last time. I shouldn't have cut you with a knife." She looked up at the man who held all her emotions in his eyes, almost pleadingly. "I've changed. I really have. As long as you want me, I won't keep you as a specimen."

She sniffed, her eyes gleaming with a twisted yet pure affection: "Keep me by your side, okay? I'll be your most obedient specimen, alright? You can hit me, scold me, lock me in a cage—you can do whatever you want. Please, don't abandon me."

10,000 meters in the air. A top-tier, wealthy, and beautiful woman. Completely abandoning her dignity to offer herself to him.

This extreme contrast and morbid submission create a strong visual impact.

Zhu Xun Chuan looked down at her. He didn't push Lu Nianxi away, nor did he wipe away her tears; he simply let her vent her emotions while lying on his lap.

In that extremely sticky and ambiguous moment.

"Click."

The backrest of the airline seat next to me, which had been lying quietly, slowly rose.

Meng Wanqing removed her black silk eye mask and casually tossed it onto the tray beside her. She had actually been awake for a while. From the moment Lu Nianxi approached, the vice-president of Peking University had been perfectly alert.

She originally didn't want to get involved in Zhu Xun Chuan's past romantic entanglements. But after hearing such outrageous and absurd remarks, she felt that if she pretended to be asleep, she would be letting down her status as the "first wife."

Meng Wanqing sat up straight. With graceful movements, she smoothed out the slight wrinkles in her dark blue suit jacket, her legs, encased in black stockings, naturally crossed.

She didn't look at Zhu Xunchuan, but instead picked up the bottled water next to her and took a sip to moisten her throat.

"Miss Lu."

Meng Wanqing's voice was clear, cool, and dignified, carrying the imposing aura of someone long accustomed to high office. "It's been more than half a year since we parted ways in Tianjin. How is Secretary Lu's health?"

Upon hearing that voice, Lu Nianxi's sobbing stopped instantly.

She didn't get up from Zhu Xun Chuan's lap, but simply turned her head away. The moment those once pitiful eyes looked at Meng Wan Qing, all weakness vanished, replaced by an extremely dangerous sharpness.

"Sister Meng is here too."

Lu Nianxi's red lips curled into a smile, her words sharp as knives, "You're thirty years old. I heard you've been tormented by Xun Chuan at Shanghai these past few days. Women get weak as they age. Why don't you rest more instead of making a fuss and being annoying?"

They are both daughters of municipal party secretaries, and both women come from top-tier aristocratic families. They are evenly matched, neither afraid of the other.

Meng Wanqing did not get angry, but laughed instead.

The allure of a mature woman in her thirties lies in her ability to speak only the facts, not her emotions. She picked up a warm, damp towel and slowly and meticulously wiped each of her fingers.

"Xun Chuan is indeed tired." Meng Wanqing tossed the towel precisely into the trash can, her gaze looking down at Lu Nianxi. "He was up to something at my place until the wee hours last night, and I even had to change his clothes. He really didn't get much sleep."

She watched Lu Nianxi's face gradually stiffen, and casually continued to deliver the final blow.

"If Miss Lu wants to catch up, she can make an appointment after getting off the plane. Now, please return to your seat. Don't slump over another man's lap in public and embarrass the Tianjin Municipal Party Committee."

Every word is piercing to the heart. It directly crushes the opponent with established facts.

Lu Nianxi gritted her teeth, her fingers digging deep wrinkles into Zhu Xunchuan's suit trousers. She suddenly looked up at Zhu Xunchuan, her eyes filled with resentment at being bullied by the "old woman."

Inside the first-class cabin, two women faced off. The tension in the air was palpable, creating a tense and chaotic atmosphere.

P.S.: I'll be giving away 52.