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

At Tianxing Film and Television Base, the wind was cold and the dew was heavy outside Studio No. 3.

Producer Huang slumped onto the cold, hard cement floor, his whole body trembling as he uttered the words "Young Master Chen."

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't even glance at him, but simply reached out and brushed a few strands of Su Mu Cheng's hair that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear. The little girl had been frightened on set, and was now clutching his suit jacket, still slightly out of breath.

"Clean it up, don't make this place dirty," Zhu Xun Chuan instructed the Northern Border bodyguards in the back row.

The bodyguard stepped forward, grabbed Producer Huang's shoulder, and dragged him away from the scene.

Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head to look at Jiang Yao, who was standing to the side holding a butterfly knife, and Lu Nianxi, who was twirling her phone between her fingers.

"You two, stay outside." Zhu Xun Chuan said calmly. "Yao Yao, put your knife away. This is a proper film crew; don't bring your gangster ways in. Nian Xi, you just stand in the corridor and stop thinking about calling Tianjin. You're overstepping your bounds."

Jiang Yao pouted, her face full of displeasure: "Why can't I go in? I flew all this way, haven't even had a bite to eat, to stand up for your little actor, and you're making me stand as punishment?"

"The air outside is nice." Zhu Xun Chuan tapped his thigh twice, his tone relaxed yet firm. "Guard the door. Don't come in causing trouble without my permission."

Looking at Zhu Xun Chuan's cold and commanding manner, Lu Nianxi's long, narrow eyes gleamed with an extremely submissive light.

She put her hands back into the pockets of her white haute couture trench coat and nodded obediently: "Okay, I'll do whatever Xun Chuan says. I'll be the doorman."

Jiang Yao glared at Lu Nianxi, then leaned against the wall angrily, pulled out two orange-flavored gums, stuffed them into her mouth, and chewed them vigorously.

Zhu Xun Chuan put one arm around Su Mu Cheng's slender waist, pushed open the heavy soundproof door of the core lounge, and led the people inside.

The door closed behind him, shutting out the chilly night wind and the confrontation between the two assertive women.

The lounge was lit with very soft, warm yellow light. The air was filled with Su Mucheng's unique scent of sweet oranges and peaches, and a basket of oranges with fresh green leaves was placed on the dressing table.

Once inside, Su Mucheng's aloof and powerful female lead persona completely crumbled.

She grabbed Zhu Xun Chuan's suit sleeves with both hands, took a few steps to the large fabric sofa, and gently pressed the man down onto it.

Subsequently, this top female star, who boasts 50 million followers on a single platform and is adored by countless sponsors, obediently sat sideways in Zhu Xun Chuan's lap, following his thigh.

The heavy, classic theatrical costume was made of soft material, which rubbed against Zhu Xun Chuan's dark gray suit trousers.

"Xun Chuan..." Su Mucheng pressed her face against his collar, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, her eyes slightly red. "When Producer Huang forced me to drink, I thought you wouldn't be coming back from Shanghai today."

"I got the call from the sky and came straight here." Zhu Xun Chuan placed his large hand on the belt around her waist, able to feel the tight, flat lines beneath. "A film crew that gets permits by laundering money dares to mess with you."

Su Mucheng stretched out her fair and smooth hands and scooped a ripe tangerine from the fruit basket on the table.

Her nails were neatly trimmed and dyed a very pale cherry blossom pink. She carefully peeled the orange peel from her fingertips. The sweet scent of oranges in the air instantly intensified.

"When we were dating online, you taught me something." Su Mucheng tore off the fine white veins from a fruit segment, picked out the plumpest one, and brought it directly to Zhu Xunchuan's thin lips. "This is called 'putting the orange first.' I remember every word you said."

Two years ago on the internet, it was a sweet memory of pure text communication between him and the young actress, without any ulterior motives.

Zhu Xun Chuan opened his mouth and ate the fruit segment. The sweet juice melted on his tongue, carrying a refreshing coolness.

He pinched Su Mucheng's slightly chubby cheeks, letting this national goddess, who was aloof and proud in front of the camera, rub against his legs like a domesticated kitten, looking for the most comfortable spot.

"Are you still scared?" Zhu Xun Chuan casually twirled a strand of her hair around his fingertip and played with it.

"I'm not afraid as long as you're here." Su Mucheng's bright eyes were full of unreserved reliance. "Actually, Sister Pei was protecting me the whole time. I don't know what I would have done without her."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the lounge was gently pushed open from the outside.

Pei Yanyu walked in, her high heels clicking. The youngest Grand Slam Best Actress winner had a bit of dust on the side of her black fitted dress from protecting Su Mucheng, but it still couldn't hide her innate charm.

Seeing Su Mucheng straddling Zhu Xunchuan's lap, Pei Yanyu's peach blossom eyes did not flash with the slightest anger or sourness.

Having navigated the cutthroat world of Kyoto for so many years, she knew all too well what a man like Zhu Xun Chuan meant. To have a place by his side was an immense blessing.

She not only didn't reject Su Mucheng, but actually felt a strong liking for this clean and innocent young girl. In Zhu Xunchuan's backyard, forming alliances was always wiser than fighting.

Pei Yanyu closed the door and walked with swaying steps to the back of the sofa. A pair of fair and soft hands slid along the fabric of her suit and placed them very tactfully on Zhu Xunchuan's broad shoulders.

"Xun Chuan, you've finally arrived." Pei Yanyu's voice was melodious as she used her fingertips to soothe his tense neck and shoulder muscles. "I was even thinking that if things got really bad, I would just fight Producer Huang."

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back on the sofa, the back of his head just touching Pei Yan Yu's soft waist and abdomen. In front of him was the pure and innocent top idol peeling oranges and feeding them to him, and behind him was the peerless actress gently massaging his shoulders.

These two women, who could easily drive countless fans wild if they were to be released, were now serving him with remarkable tacit understanding, one on each side.

There are no fierce battles or bloodshed, only the ultimate comfort and seduction of a gentle embrace.

This is the absolute sense of security that Zhu Xun Chuan brings to them, making them willingly let go of all their pride and defensiveness.

"No need to fight. The mastermind behind Producer Huang doesn't dare to show his face directly. He can only use a small project like the film crew as bait." Zhu Xun Chuan swallowed the last segment of orange, took out a tissue and slowly wiped his hands. His tone was calm. "Chen Po Jun just returned from overseas and is eager to use you to test my bottom line in Kyoto. He wants to see if I really dare to take over the capital network in the Beijing circle after I took down the Zhao family."

Su Mucheng paused for a moment, then lowered her eyes with a hint of self-reproach: "Did I cause you trouble?"