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

"What trouble is the Chen family's young master?" Zhu Xun Chuan chuckled, pinching her chin and lifting it slightly. "He's just a piece of trash hiding in the shadows, stretching out his tentacles."

He freed one hand, took out the encrypted phone from his pocket, and dialed Xia Wanying's number directly.

The phone was answered after only two rings. Xia Wanying's voice, a mix of languid and capable, came through the receiver: "Young Master Zhu, you've only just returned to Beijing and you've already disappeared. I'm still keeping an eye on the offline betting operations at Guangying Media for you. What, missing me again?"

"Wan Ying, this film crew at Tianxing Film and Television Base has been used as a setup." Zhu Xun Chuan didn't waste any words and directly gave the order, "I want you to mobilize the capital of Dinghe Group right now and forcibly take over this film crew within half an hour. Smash Producer Huang and all those small investors behind him with breach of contract penalties, leaving them completely clean."

Xia Wanying, on the other end of the phone, instantly abandoned her flirtatious thoughts. Her keen business acumen told her that a bloody storm was brewing: "The Chen family has intervened?"

"It's Chen Pojun testing me." Zhu Xun Chuan tapped his fingertips lightly on the sofa armrest. "Since he wants to test my appetite, I'll just swallow his outstretched hand whole. After Dinghe Group gets involved, this production team will exclusively promote Mu Cheng, using the highest standards for everything."

"Understood, Dinghe can afford to spend this much money. Thirty minutes, and I'll have Tianxing Film and Television Base completely changed hands." Xia Wanying hung up the phone decisively.

Capital's devastating impact. No reasoning, no beating around the bush, just a massive, almost despairing flow of funds forcibly reshuffling the game. This is Zhu Xun Chuan's attitude towards provocation.

Hearing his protective yet domineering arrangements, Su Mucheng's eyes were filled with emotion. She leaned back into his arms, gently rubbing her face against his chest.

Pei Yanyu's hands didn't stop. She leaned down, her red lips almost touching Zhu Xunchuan's ear, bringing a warm, fragrant breeze: "Xunchuan, actually, the remnants of Guangying Media have been quite unsettled lately. Besides a few envious domestic capital firms, this afternoon, a very secretive overseas fund maliciously shorted Guangying's related concept stocks. The methods were extremely vicious, unlike those of a legitimate financial institution, more like those shady tactics aimed at destruction and annihilation."

Zhu Xun Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Overseas funds? Ruthless and unorthodox methods?

He immediately recalled the intelligence Lu Nianxi had revealed on the plane. Chen Pojun had brought an entire elite mercenary squad—codenamed "Thunderstorm"—back to China this time. It seemed this killing squad, with its military background, not only wielded knives and guns but also knew how to wage economic warfare using offshore accounts.

"Just a clown, he can't cause any trouble." Zhu Xun Chuan patted Su Mu Cheng on the back, indicating that she didn't need to worry. "I'll handle things with the film and television production. Your two tasks are to focus on filming and become the most glamorous stars in Beijing. I'll take care of the rest of the troubles for you."

Upon hearing this, both women felt an overwhelming surge of excitement and sweetness in their hearts.

Meanwhile, outside the lounge.

The corridor was dimly lit. Jiang Yao leaned against the wall, idly trimming her nails with a military-grade dagger, her face full of annoyance.

On the other side of the door, Lu Nianxi did not stand obediently as punishment.

The daughter of a Tianjin municipal party committee member, dressed in an expensive white haute couture trench coat, was crouching awkwardly by the door. She pressed her cheek against the heavy soundproof door, trying to catch a glimpse of movement inside through the crack.

Although the soundproofing was excellent and the conversation was inaudible, the light and shadows leaking from the gap under the door and the faint, sweet scent were enough for Lu Nianxi to imagine what was happening inside.

A sickly and distorted flush appeared on her exquisitely beautiful face.

Lu Nianxi licked her dry lips, her eyes burning with an intensely greedy and obsessive light, her voice as soft as a dream.

"The way Xun Chuan guards his food...it's so beautiful." Her fingers almost spasmed as she dug into the door frame. "I really want to have a solid gold chain made in the basement to lock you up tightly, so that only I can touch you, only I can see you..."

The next morning.

Zhu Xun Chuan, wearing a finely crafted black trench coat, climbed the steps to the third floor of the administration building. Occasionally, students carrying textbooks would pass by in the corridor.

Stopping in front of the counselor's office, Zhu Xunchuan reached out and pushed open the heavy solid wood door.

The temperature inside the office was a few degrees higher than in the hallway.

The atmosphere, however, was so cold it felt like ice crystals were falling out.

Gu Qinghan sat behind a large mahogany desk. She wore a minimalist black fitted business suit with a white silk shirt underneath, the buttons fastened neatly above her collarbone.

Gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, obscuring the emotions in her eyes. She held a Montblanc pen in her hand, its nib hovering over the attendance register.

Meng Wanqing sat on the dark leather sofa opposite the desk.

Today, the Executive Vice President of Peking University wore a dark blue haute couture suit, the hem of which stopped just above her knees. Black stockings encased her shapely legs, which were naturally crossed. In her hand, she held a freshly brewed cup of black coffee, wisps of steam rising from its surface.

Upon hearing the door open, the two looked up simultaneously, their eyes fixed on Zhu Xunchuan.

Zhu Xun Chuan closed the door behind him and stepped into the office.

"Congratulations, Xun Chuan." Gu Qinghan put down his pen, his voice cold and businesslike. "Five days of absence. No sick leave slips, no messages. You've used up all your power from the film crew, do you even know which way the school gates face?"

Meng Wanqing took a sip of coffee, placed the bone china cup on the coffee table, and it made a soft sound.

"Teacher Gu, you've misunderstood Zhu." Meng Wanqing's tone was dignified, yet tinged with bitterness. "He took over my Guangying Media's overseas empire from Shanghai, then flew back to Beijing and rushed to the East Fifth Ring Road overnight to rescue her. With a top star and a rising star on either side, who would remember to come back to class for such a heavenly life?"

Sing together.

Two top female executives from Peking University, displaying their leadership authority, engaged in a mixed doubles match in their office.

Zhu Xun Chuan stopped in front of his desk. He didn't reply, but just looked at Gu Qinghan's tense face and then at Meng Wanqing's upright posture.

Then, Zhu Xunchuan turned around and walked back to the door.

"Click".

The door lock was directly locked from the inside.

He walked to the window and pulled the blind cord. With a crisp scraping sound, the blinds fell, cutting off the sunlight streaming in from outside. The office instantly became dim and private.

"What are you going to do?" Gu Qinghan's expression changed, and he braced his hands on the table.

Zhu Xunchuan strode past the large mahogany desk.

He was completely unreasonable. He put his hands under Gu Qinghan's armpits, grabbed her slender waist, and pulled her up forcefully.

Gu Qinghan let out a very soft gasp and was lifted into the air.

The next second, Zhu Xun Chuan sat down in the large leather boss's chair. He pressed down with both hands, forcing Gu Qing Han to fall onto his lap.

"This is the office!" Gu Qinghan pressed her hands against his chest, her cheeks quickly flushing red.

The gold-rimmed glasses tilted slightly during the movement, instantly cracking the aloof counselor's facade.

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