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

Meng Wanqing stood up from the sofa.

"Xun Chuan, don't do anything reckless. School leaders may pass by in the corridor at any time," Meng Wanqing warned in a low voice.

"The door is locked, and the soundproofing is excellent. No one dares to eavesdrop on Teacher Gu." Zhu Xun Chuan wrapped one arm around Gu Qing Han's waist to prevent her from struggling and slipping. He looked up at Meng Wan Qing, his tone carrying an unyielding domineering air, "Principal Meng, I was in a bit of a rush just now and I'm thirsty. Could you pour me a cup of tea?"

Meng Wanqing's peach blossom eyes widened.

This man took advantage of everything in Shanghai, and after returning to Beijing, he not only went to spend time with other women, but now, in front of Gu Qinghan, he actually wants to treat her, the executive vice principal, like a maid.

She stood still, her chest heaving.

"Not falling?" Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back in his chair, his voice low. "Don't forget the old men at Shanghai Jianghu are watching you."

To grasp the vital point.

Meng Wanqing bit her red lips and walked to the tea station in her high heels. She picked up the purple clay teapot and poured a cup of Pu'er tea at just the right temperature.

Turning to her desk, Meng Wanqing didn't hand the teacup directly to Zhu Xunchuan. Instead, she leaned forward slightly, resting against the mahogany table. Her waist and hips created an exaggerated curve, and the neckline of her silk inner layer was pulled down slightly.

"The tea's here. Young Master Zhu, do you dare drink it?" Meng Wanqing's voice was languid as she slammed the teacup heavily on the table, splashing two drops of tea. She pointed her index finger provocatively at Zhu Xun Chuan's suit button. "My dad gave a strict order: I want a grandson next year. You've got so much energy; you used up all your 'public funds' on set last night, and you still have the strength to deal with the two of us today?"

Straightforward, alluring, and extremely aggressive.

The allure of a mature woman in her thirties was fully unleashed in the dimly lit office.

Sitting on Zhu Xunchuan's lap, Gu Qinghan listened to Meng Wanqing's undisguised teasing, a surge of indescribable resentment rising within her. Why should she be subdued by another woman on her own turf?

Under the table.

Gu Qinghan's right foot wiggled slightly, and her black patent leather high heel slipped off silently and fell onto the carpet.

Immediately afterwards, a soft toe wrapped in black stockings slowly and steadily moved upwards along the bottom of Zhu Xunchuan's suit trouser leg.

The sound of stockings rubbing against trousers was masked by the occasional sounds of reading outside. She bit her lower lip, maintaining a serious and tense expression, but her body leaned closer to Zhu Xun Chuan's chest.

A pincer attack from both above and below.

Zhu Xun Chuan handled the situation with ease. He picked up the Pu'er tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp. Then, with his left hand, he grabbed Meng Wanqing's randomly pointing fingers, and with his right hand, he gave Gu Qinghan's outer thigh a firm pinch.

Gu Qinghan winced in pain, her toes pausing, her body instantly stiffening.

"I will naturally exceed Hujiang's targets." Zhu Xun Chuan held Meng Wan Qing's fingers, his gaze deep. "As for Teacher Gu, how does it feel to be sitting on my lap now, instead of being punished by making me stand properly?"

"Shameless." Gu Qinghan muttered under her breath, reaching out to push his shoulder, but without putting any force into it.

Meng Wanqing gave a soft snort and withdrew her hand, but she also lost the confidence to continue questioning. This man always managed to use the most forceful methods to transform their grievances and resentments into a dependence that had nowhere else to go.

The tenderness and tugging lasted for more than ten minutes.

Gu Qinghan regained her senses. She pushed Zhu Xunchuan's grip away again, stood up from his lap, straightened the wrinkles in her shirt, and put her fallen high heels back on.

She reached out and pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, resuming her aloof and composed demeanor as a counselor.

"Let's get down to business." Gu Qinghan walked past Zhu Xunchuan and turned on the computer screen on his desk. "You shut down the Zhao family's operation; it made too much noise. I've been keeping the school's surveillance system on its highest level of alert filtering."

Meng Wanqing also put away her previous alluring demeanor, walked to the other side of the computer screen, and looked serious.

"This morning, a few people entered the campus." Gu Qinghan pulled up a surveillance video from the internal network and pressed play. "The system identified them as Columbia University exchange students. But their behavior doesn't match that of students at all."

On the screen, four young white men, dressed in loose-fitting sportswear and carrying backpacks, are walking on a path outside the Kyoto University Library.

Zhu Xun Chuan stared at the screen, his eyes instantly turning cold and sharp.

The four men's gait was highly distinctive. They landed heel-first, their steps short and powerful. Although they were chatting and laughing, their peripheral vision was constantly scanning for high ground and surveillance cameras. This instinctive habit of seeking cover and blind spots in a crowd was impossible to conceal.

"He's a professional soldier," Zhu Xunchuan said, making his judgment.

"It's not just soldiers." Gu Qinghan typed, zooming in on a close-up of one of the men's right arms. "Look at the calluses on the back of his hand. These are marks left from long-term use of a Russian-made heavy sniper rifle. Ordinary troops never have access to this kind of weapon."

"Thunderstorm Squad." Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back in his boss's chair, recalling the information Lu Nian tide had provided on the plane: "Mercenaries that Chen Po Jun keeps outside."

"Chen Pojun?" Meng Wanqing's expression changed slightly. "Shen Tianxi's fiancé from the military region? Has he gone mad, daring to directly shove a mercenary with such a heavy firepower background into the Peking University campus?"

"Because he's desperate," Zhu Xun Chuan sneered. "Last night, I completely destroyed the Tianxing crew's scheme with my capital, and he's trying to get revenge physically. These people are checking the surveillance footage to find my daily routine. Once we find a blind spot, the next step will be assassination."

"I'll notify the Municipal Public Security Bureau immediately!" Gu Qinghan took out her phone. The Gu family held extremely high authority within the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and these foreign assassins entering her jurisdiction was a provocation against her bottom line.

Zhu Xun Chuan raised his hand to stop her.

"For assassins like these who don't have official entry records for weapons, the city police can at most deport them if they're caught. Chen Pojun is still unharmed." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was cold and hard. "I don't care what weapons they brought. Since they've entered my territory, none of them will leave standing."

He pulled the specially made encrypted phone out of his pocket.

As soon as I unlocked my screen, a highly encrypted "self-destructing" message popped up. The sender was still the same clandestine channel.

Fu Xinghe:

"Tonight's anniversary rehearsal banquet is at the Peking University International Exchange Center. I came out as a representative of the organizing committee, successfully shaking off the special agents my mom assigned."

"Don't forget the promise you made to me about prenatal education."

See you at the dinner party.