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

As Zhu Xun Chuan turned to face the blackboard, his trousers inadvertently brushed against Gu Qing Han's calves, which were encased in black stockings.

It brushed against the smooth stockings.

Gu Qinghan bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself to remain calm as she looked at the students in the front row. Her stunningly beautiful, icy face remained stern, but the tips of her ears, half-hidden by her long black hair, were already bright red.

Zhu Xun Chuan withdrew his hand and picked up the chalk.

The chalk struck the blackboard, producing a continuous tapping sound.

three minutes.

The comprehensive two-hundred-word bilingual analysis in Chinese and English flows smoothly and is completely accurate.

The audience was silent.

Zhu Xun Chuan threw down the chalk and dusted off his hands. He turned to look at Gu Qing Han.

"Teacher Gu, I've handed in my homework." Zhu Xun Chuan leaned against the blackboard, his eyes deep.

Gu Qinghan looked away and adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses.

"You've passed. Go back to your seat."

Zhu Xun Chuan smiled, turned around, and walked back to the back row. Gu Qing Han watched his back, the tingling sensation in her palm lingering.

At 10:00 AM, the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

Zhu Xunchuan walked out of the teaching building. At the bottom of the steps, a low-key black Audi was parked.

A young man in a bespoke suit stood beside the car. He was Li Shao, the third young master of the Li family in Beijing. He used to be very close to Chen Pojun.

Upon seeing Zhu Xunchuan emerge, Li Shao strode forward to greet him, his face beaming with a respectful smile.

"Young Master Zhu." Young Master Li bowed slightly and handed over a sealed brown paper bag with both hands.

Zhu Xunchuan stopped walking, but did not answer.

"Chen Pojun just went in, and the Li family jumped ship pretty quickly," Zhu Xun Chuan said calmly.

Cold sweat beaded on Li Shao's forehead.

"Young Master Zhu is joking. There are no evergreen trees in Kyoto; one can only follow the general trend. As for the Chen family, the higher-ups have spoken, and everyone has a share. The Li family just wants to express their stance and make friends."

Yesterday they were drinking and laughing with the princelings, today they're eagerly offering a deadly knife. That's the survival rule of the top circles.

"What is it?" Zhu Xunchuan asked.

"The security deployment map of Xishan Retirement Home." Li Shao maintained his handing-over posture. "Old Master Chen took Chen Pojun in for recuperation, ostensibly for protection, but in reality, it has already provoked public anger. This map was compiled by several families responsible for security on the periphery."

The hyenas dared not act themselves, but they were all willing to guide Zhu Xun Chuan, the sharpest blade, which made their intentions quite clear.

Zhu Xunchuan took the paper bag with one hand.

"We wouldn't call each other friends." Zhu Xun Chuan flicked the brown paper bag. "But I'll accept this gift. Go back and tell your old man not to take the wrong side."

Li Shao felt as if he had been granted a pardon, nodded repeatedly, turned around, got into his car, and left.

Zhu Xun Chuan held the paper bag, his phone vibrating.

Meng Wanqing sent me a WeChat message.

"Bring the report materials to the third floor."

No unnecessary words.

Administration building, vice principal's office.

The heavy solid wood door was ajar.

Zhu Xunchuan pushed the door open and went inside, then locked it from the inside.

The blinds in front of the floor-to-ceiling window were mostly drawn, making the interior somewhat dim.

Meng Wanqing sat in front of the tea table. She wore a fitted black pencil skirt, her long legs crossed, and the curves of her calves under the black stockings were breathtaking.

A set of Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain tea set was destroyed by Chen Pojun yesterday, and today a set of purple clay tea set has been replaced.

The purple clay teapot is steaming.

"Sit down." Meng Wanqing looked up at him, her aloof official demeanor revealing an undisguised mature charm.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked over to her, and instead of sitting in the guest seat opposite her, he pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.

A delicate rose scent blends with the aroma of tea.

"Have you filled out the form?" Meng Wanqing reached out and poured a glass of Da Hong Pao tea, pushing it in front of him.

"With Gu Qinghan watching, how could I not fill it out?" Zhu Xunchuan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and casually tossed the brown paper bag onto the tea table.

Meng Wanqing glanced at the paper bag.

"Things from the Chen family?"

"The defense map of the Xishan Sanatorium sent by the Li family." Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back in his chair, turning to look at her profile so close to his. "The hyenas are eager to see the Chen family destroyed."

Meng Wanqing put down the purple clay teapot. She tore open the seal and pulled out the drawings inside.

She watched intently. Behind her gold-rimmed glasses, her alluring eyes were slightly narrowed. This focused gaze, typical of those in positions of power, combined with her mature and alluring figure, possessed a fatal attraction.

Zhu Xun Chuan reached out, his fingertips slowly sliding down her spine, finally stopping at her waist, where he gently kneaded her.

Meng Wanqing's body stiffened, but she did not dodge.

"Stop fooling around, let's get down to business." She scolded playfully, but her voice softened a bit.

She flattened the defense map and placed her bright red nail polish on a red cross in the upper left corner of the map.

"This picture is real. But the Li family played a trick."

Meng Wanqing turned to look at Zhu Xunchuan, and the two almost touched noses.

"They give you a shift change every two hours. But inside the Xishan Cadre Sanatorium, there are two special internal security teams that rotate every half hour, operating in blind spots."

Zhu Xun Chuan paused, looking at her.

"This map is missing a crucial defensive switch moment." Meng Wanqing grabbed Zhu Xun Chuan's hand, which was resting on her waist, and said with a slight parting of her red lips, "But I just happen to know it."

Administration building, vice principal's office.

The air was filled with the aroma of tea emanating from the purple clay teapot, mixed with the unique rose scent emanating from Meng Wanqing.

"You just happen to know?" Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back in his chair, his gaze falling on Meng Wan Qing's red lips and nails as she pointed at the blueprint.

Meng Wanqing withdrew her hand and leaned back in the black leather chair. Her legs, encased in black stockings, crossed slightly, the tips of her high heels tracing a seductive arc in the air.

She pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, and a nonchalant official air appeared on her mature face.

"My father had naturally heard of places like the Xishan Sanatorium before Shanghai Capital was going to enter Beijing." Meng Wanqing picked up her teacup and gently blew on the steam. "The special internal security force that Old Master Chen arranged to go there back then would conduct a three-minute unrecorded rotation from the No. 2 blind spot in the southeast corner at the 45th minute of every odd-numbered hour."

She gave the time, but did not send the deployment map back.

"The intelligence has been handed in." Meng Wanqing turned her head, her eyes sparkling. "But I've been working non-stop these past two days dealing with the unfinished business related to light and shadow, and my shoulders are really sore. Zhu, how are you doing with your lesson on respecting teachers?"

Zhu Xun Chuan stood up and walked behind her.

Meng Wanqing sat upright, her back straight, her fair swan neck faintly visible at the collar of her black silk shirt. Zhu Xun Chuan reached out and placed his hands directly on her shoulders.

Through the silky fabric, the man's palms were warm and thick. His knuckles applied pressure, precisely kneading her tense shoulder and neck muscles.

"Hmm..." Meng Wanqing made a very soft nasal sound.

Her straight back instantly went limp, and her gold-rimmed glasses slipped down to her nose.

The vice principal's dignified defense crumbled inch by inch under just the right amount of force, and he leaned back uncontrollably, giving all his weight to the man behind him.

Zhu Xun Chuan's fingers slid down her shoulder blade with just the right amount of pressure.

"Did I pass Principal Meng's class?" Zhu Xun Chuan asked in a low voice, his chest pressed against her backrest.