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

Ten minutes later.

VIP arrival channel at Terminal 3, Jingdu International Airport.

The glass automatic doors slid open slowly to both sides.

Outside the passage, the scene was extremely grand.

Jiang Yao wore a fitted black cropped leather jacket, paired with dark cargo pants and Martin boots. Her long, burgundy hair was tied into a neat high ponytail, exuding an untamed, wild beauty.

She was chewing gum and had her hands in her pockets.

Behind her stood two rows of Northern bodyguards in black suits, all with buzz cuts. Each one was burly and had a cold, sharp gaze, effectively creating a vacuum around the spacious arrival area.

Passing travelers avoided them, none daring to provoke these ruthless characters with their gangster-like demeanor.

Zhu Xunchuan stepped out of the passage.

"Husband!" Jiang Yao's eyes lit up. She spat out her chewing gum and ran to greet him.

Halfway through her run, she suddenly stopped.

His gaze passed over Zhu Xunchuan and landed on the two women following closely behind.

She recognized Meng Wanqing. The vice-president of Peking University who had clashed with her at Ziyu Villa. At this moment, she was dressed in a bespoke suit, exuding the air of a dignified and proper wife.

But who is the other woman?

Jiang Yao stared at Lu Nianxi to Zhu Xun Chuan's right. The woman in the white trench coat had an exquisitely beautiful face, but her eyes were so gloomy that they sent chills down one's spine. Most importantly, this strange woman was actually clinging to Zhu Xun Chuan's arm, practically hanging on him.

The possessiveness of the northern heiress exploded instantly.

Jiang Yao's smile vanished. Her right hand moved with practiced ease towards the outside of her thigh, where a butterfly knife, capable of slicing hair in an instant, was strapped.

Lu Nianxi stopped in her tracks. She looked Jiang Yao up and down, her smile gradually turning harsh.

"Kyoto is really unruly these days." Lu Nianxi raised her chin, her tone revealing the natural class arrogance of a municipal party committee heiress. "Who are these good people who bring dozens of men in black suits to block the airport passage? If you didn't know better, you'd think some gang from the outskirts of the city was filming a gangster movie."

In short, he directly attacked Jiang Yao's lungs.

"A stray dog ​​from Tianjin dares to comment on rules in Kyoto?" Jiang Yao sneered.

With a soft click, the butterfly knife twirled between her fingers, creating a dazzling display of blade movement. The blade reflected the cold light of the terminal hall.

As Jiang Yao touched her knife, the two rows of Northern Border bodyguards behind her stepped forward in unison.

The hem of his suit jacket swung as his right hand simultaneously pressed against his lower back. The movements were perfectly synchronized, exuding a fierce, murderous aura, as if he were about to draw his gun at any moment.

Lu Nianxi was not intimidated at all. Although she was alone, her inherently possessive and crazy nature was completely ignited.

"Use a knife?" Lu Nianxi released Zhu Xunchuan's arm and took half a step forward. She stared at the knife in Jiang Yao's hand, a distorted excitement in her eyes. "Do you believe that if you dare to pull out that knife, I'll make you and your Northern Border Gang disappear from the capital today?"

The two women were less than three meters apart.

One is wild and domineering, bloodthirsty and ruthless; the other is cunning, sickly, and domineering.

The air pressure dropped to freezing point instantly.

Passengers waiting to pick up passengers nearby sensed something was wrong and immediately scattered in alarm. A bloody storm was about to erupt in the terminal hall.

Zhu Xun Chuan's face darkened completely.

He took a step forward, directly intervening in the center of the two men's murderous aura.

His left hand shot out with lightning speed, precisely gripping Jiang Yao's wrist as she held the knife. His five fingers tightened suddenly, like an iron clamp.

"Ouch!" Jiang Yao cried out in pain. Her fingers loosened, and the butterfly knife fell to the ground.

Zhu Xun Chuan flicked his left foot. The butterfly knife drew an arc in the air and landed steadily in his left palm, then was immediately stuffed into his suit pocket.

Before Jiang Yao could complain, Zhu Xun Chuan's right hand had already reached across the air, grabbed Lu Nianxi's shoulder, and forcibly pressed her to the spot.

His large hand gripped her shoulder blade with immense force, instantly crushing Lu Nianxi's newly formed attack stance.

"All of you, shut up!" Zhu Xun Chuan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an absolute chill and authority.

His cold gaze first swept over the Northern Border bodyguards behind Jiang Yao, who were preparing to draw their guns. "Put your claws back."

These flat, monotone words struck the bodyguards like a thunderbolt. Jiang Yao's men all knew this man's methods; he was the one who led the downfall of the Zhao family. A collective chill ran down their spines as they quickly withdrew their hands from their lower backs, bowing their heads and returning to their original positions.

Zhu Xunchuan looked away.

He looked at the two women in front of him, their faces full of resentment.

"This is an airport, not a battleground for you to carve out your own territory." Zhu Xun Chuan pinched Jiang Yao's cheek, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy. "Bringing so many people around like this, do you think the authorities aren't watching us enough after the Zhao family's downfall?"

Jiang Yao was about to throw a tantrum, but when he pinched her cheek and she felt his unyielding strength, she instantly lost her temper.

Her eyes reddened, and she decided to go with the flow, hugging Zhu Xun Chuan's waist. "She insulted me first! Not only did you not help me, you even pinched me!"

The wicked person files a lawsuit first.

Zhu Xun Chuan ignored her coquettishness and turned to look at Lu Nian tide. "And you. I told you to tone down your crazy antics. Do you really think Beijing is your territory?"

Lu Nianxi felt no grievance as he pressed her shoulders; instead, her face flushed red from the harsh reprimand.

She obediently lowered her head, like a tamed wild dog. "I'll listen to you, I won't argue with her."

The tension between the two women was forcefully suppressed by Zhu Xun Chuan's absolute strength and aura.

Standing behind, Meng Wanqing took in everything. She straightened her sleeves and walked forward calmly in her high heels.

"Xun Chuan is right. What kind of behavior is it to draw knives and guns in public?" Meng Wanqing adopted the demeanor of a principal wife, her tone gentle yet conveying an undeniable sense of order. "The car is arranged outside, right? Get in first. If you have something to say, you can talk about it at home behind closed doors."

Meng Wanqing's timely appearance brought an end to this chaotic situation that could have reignited at any moment.

Jiang Yao glanced at Meng Wanqing. Although she disapproved of Meng Wanqing's behavior as the mistress of the house, she dared not act recklessly again.

"There are cars parked outside. I drove here." Jiang Yao released Zhu Xunchuan and obediently led the way.

The group walked out of the terminal building.

Four women with powerful backgrounds and stunning beauty surrounded a tall, aloof man. Dozens of menacing-looking bodyguards cleared the way for them.

The scene was visually striking. Pedestrians and traffic police maintaining order all turned to look, secretly wondering which powerful young master was behind it.

Outside the passageway, a pure black, armored, extended Lincoln limousine was parked on the side of the road.

The bodyguard opened the car door.

Zhu Xunchuan sat down in the back seat first. Meng Wanqing sat down next to him on the left, maintaining an appropriate distance and appearing dignified.

Jiang Yao didn't stand on ceremony and squeezed in to take the spot to Zhu Xun Chuan's right, pressing her thigh tightly against him.

Lu Nianxi was the last to board the bus. She glanced at the two prime seats that were already occupied, but didn't go to sit on the leather sofa opposite her.

She walked straight up to Zhu Xun Chuan, turned around, and straddled his lap with an air of self-righteousness.

"It's crowded in the car." Lu Nianxi hooked her arms around Zhu Xunchuan's neck and gave Jiang Yao a defiant look.

Jiang Yao was so angry she was about to explode again.

Zhu Xun Chuan patted Lu Nianxi's waist lightly, signaling her to behave. He then instructed the driver in front, "Drive, back to Guomao."

The Lincoln started smoothly and blended into the congested traffic of Beijing.

An eerie and ambiguous silence fell over the carriage. The three women exchanged glances, subtly vying for attention.

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back in his chair, enjoying the pull of being surrounded by beautiful women. He was preparing to sort out the changes brought about by Chen Po Jun's return to the country.

The encrypted phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated.

The screen lights up. Caller ID: Pei Yanyu.

Zhu Xunchuan pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear.

"Xun Chuan!" The moment the call connected, Pei Yanyu's voice came through with a rare mix of panic and trembling. "Something's happened. Mu Cheng... Su Mu Cheng is being held captive on set!"

P.S.: Mu Cheng is going to get bullied again. Every time, Mu Cheng is used as the trigger... Later, I want to write a side story about Mu Cheng meeting her grandmother. It should be more slice-of-life and a little sweet.