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

The carriage of the Panamera fell silent.

Lin Yuan, who had been as excited as a monkey, sat in the passenger seat. But now, seeing Zhu Xun Chuan's suddenly gloomy profile, he calmed down.

Su Mucheng's tearful voice, with its delicate vulnerability of being driven to the brink yet stubbornly refusing to break down, felt like a rusty, dull knife, tearing at Zhu Xunchuan's heart.

Without any hesitation, he swiped his finger across the screen and dialed the number directly.

"Beep...beep..."

The phone rang seven or eight times before it was answered.

"Brother Chuan..." Su Mucheng's voice was very soft, clearly she was covering the microphone with her hand and secretly making the call from a corner.

She sniffed, forcing a sweet smile, "You're done with get out of class? I'm fine, I was just too tired and was just being a little playful, don't..."

"Stop pretending to be a big shot." Zhu Xun Chuan interrupted her, his voice deep and penetrating, carrying an undeniable authority. "Tell me the truth, what exactly happened? Since you've told me, it means you can't handle it anymore."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Immediately afterwards, Su Mucheng's suppressed sobs completely broke down.

She wasn't some sophisticated career woman to begin with; deep down, she was still that little wildcat who was spoiled rotten by Zhu Xun Chuan during their online romance and was extremely dependent on him.

"They...they want to withdraw their funding and stop filming." Su Mucheng cried, her voice hoarse with grievance, "Because the night before last, I threw myself into your arms outside the trailer on set, and paparazzi even took a picture of your profile in a white shirt. This morning it went viral on social media..."

Zhu Xun Chuan frowned slightly.

He hadn't really been looking at his phone much just now. At this moment, Lin Yuan very considerately took out his phone, quickly opened the Weibo trending topics, and handed it to Zhu Xunchuan.

The top three trending topics were all dominated by the incredibly popular word "explosive".

#Nation's First Love Su Mucheng Suspected of Living Together#

#Su Mucheng's sugar daddy identity revealed#

#Investors angrily accuse Su Mucheng of violating professional ethics; new album may be canceled#

The comments section is a mess, full of trolls and rival trolls stirring up trouble.

"The company wants me to issue a statement saying that the person I hugged that day was my cousin, and they also want me to publicly disclose your information to refute the rumors..." Su Mucheng sobbed on the phone, "I won't do it. Why should they use you as a shield! You're still in school. If this gets exposed, your life will be ruined."

This girl would rather have her fledgling career ruined and endure the infamy of being condemned by everyone than reveal Zhu Xun Chuan.

This level of romantic maturity is so touching it breaks your heart.

"Mr. Wang from Xinghui Entertainment, the biggest investor, personally brought a group to the film set today. He..." Su Mucheng's voice trembled slightly.

Before she could finish speaking, a loud "bang" suddenly came from the background of the phone, as if the door to the dressing room had been kicked open.

Immediately afterward, Assistant Song's sharp and anxious voice rang out clearly: "Mr. Wang! Don't go too far! Mu Cheng is just a twenty-year-old girl. She's in a relationship, not selling herself! Mu Cheng will absolutely not go to that 'yacht apology dinner'!"

"Fuck you!" a greasy and arrogant male voice cursed. "You're asking for it, aren't you? What are you pretending to be, some pure and virtuous woman! You're even wearing men's oversized shirts to the top floor of a hotel, and you're still trying to play the innocent heroine in front of me? If you don't pay this 30 million in breach of contract fees today, or if you don't obediently go to the yacht tonight and serve those big bosses well, I'll smash this film set to pieces! I'll make sure Su Mucheng never gets a chance to make it in this industry!"

"What are you doing! Don't touch Mu Cheng!" Sister Song exclaimed.

A chaotic shoving sound came from the other end of the phone.

"Brother Chuan, don't worry about me..." Despite her extreme panic, Su Mucheng clutched her phone tightly, her voice urgent, "There are so many of them, and they have a really shady background, please don't come... Ah!"

The phone was roughly snatched away, followed by a busy signal.

Zhu Xun Chuan took a deep breath.

His large hands, white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly, exuded an extremely cold and murderous aura.

He had seen people court death, but he had never seen anyone so eager to provoke the King of Hell.

"Brother Chuan..." Lin Yuan swallowed hard, feeling the temperature inside the car drop to freezing. "Something happened?"

"Fasten your seatbelt."

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't waste any words. He ripped open the turtleneck of his nearly 100,000 yuan smoky gray cashmere sweater, revealing his sexy Adam's apple. His eyes instantly turned icy cold.

"boom--"

He pressed the accelerator pedal all the way down with his right foot.

The Panamera, like a completely enraged black beast, roared with a deafening roar from its V8 twin-turbocharged engine, leaving a trail of screeching tire noise in the underground parking garage of the shopping mall, and sped directly toward the film and television base on the outskirts of the city.

Outside the car window, the bustling streetscape of Kyoto was stretched into blurry streaks of light.

Zhu Xun Chuan held the steering wheel with his left hand and rested his right hand on the armrest. His expression was frighteningly calm, but the chill in his eyes was enough to send a shiver down anyone's spine on a hot day.

Last night, Su Mucheng was still clinging to his neck on the hotel bed, crying and saying, "I only feel alive when I smell your scent."

Those long, white legs trembling with fear from their first experience of love, those eyes reddening with emotion.

She gave him her whole self, her purest first kiss and her body, without reservation.

Now, some bloated pig dares to point his finger at her and order her to "accompany" him on a yacht?

Zhu Xunchuan opened the system panel with one hand.

He still had several hundred points of worship points remaining in the upper right corner. After leveling up in the mall, he had briefly browsed the product list.

His gaze was immediately fixed on a high-level passive aura in the [Special Skills Zone].

[Perfect Aura Halo]: Upon activation, the host will be surrounded by an absolute aura of superiority. Immune to all low-level provocations, and every gesture exudes the imposing presence of a top-tier conglomerate heir. (Price: 300 Worship Points)

"Exchange," Zhu Xun Chuan silently murmured to himself.

"Ding! 300 Worship Points deducted. Exchange successful. [Perfect Aura Halo] is now active."

In an instant, Zhu Xun Chuan felt a subtle transformation in his demeanor. If he had just looked like a carefree young master from Beijing's elite circles when he put on this 800,000 yuan outfit, he was now completely different.

So now, he was truly a business tycoon who held the power of life and death and regarded money as dirt. The indifference and majesty that emanated from his very bones even made Lin Yuan, sitting in the passenger seat, feel an urge to kneel down and kowtow.

Zhu Xunchuan managed to compress the 40-minute drive into 20 minutes.

Suburban film and television base, Area C, closed filming location.

"squeak!!!"

With a screeching sound of brakes, the Panamera performed a wild drift, leaving two deep black marks on the asphalt before arrogantly stopping in front of the police line outside the film set.

Zhu Xun Chuan pushed open the car door and stepped out with his long, straight legs.

His newly bought space gray lambskin jacket gleamed with a sophisticated matte finish in the sunlight. One hand was casually in his trouser pocket, his gaze coldly sweeping over the security tape and into the film set.

The sight before him caused his pupils to contract sharply.

The peach blossom forest scenery, which was originally set up with a strong ancient and poetic style, was now smashed to pieces.

Five or six thuggish-looking bodyguards in black suits were violently dismantling Su Mucheng's favorite artificial peach tree with baseball bats. Petals fell to the ground, covered in dirt.

In the center of the ruins.

Su Mucheng was wearing an extremely elaborate light pink ancient costume dress. Her hair was a little messy, and a silver hairpin was about to fall off.

Her eyes were red, and she bit her lower lip tightly, while her assistant, Sister Song, shielded her from behind.

A middle-aged man with a large belly, bald head, and a cigar was pointing at Su Mucheng with his finger and cursing her in an extremely arrogant manner.

"You bitch, you're asking for trouble. You really think that winning an award with your few lousy songs makes you some kind of national sweetheart? I'm telling you right now, either pay me 30 million in breach of contract fees and get out of the entertainment industry, or get clean and wait for me in my room tonight!"