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

Pan Jiali placed her hands on the table, closing the distance between them. The surrounding noise was completely shut out. Her emerald eyes stared directly at Zhu Xun Chuan, and she lowered her voice again.

"Pakatsu is definitely smarter than Naruto and Sasuke!"

Zhu Xun Chuan's fingers, which were cutting the cards, froze instantly. The playing cards lay quietly in his palm. He raised his gaze, scrutinizing the striking, mixed-race face before him.

The teenage girl who used to call him "husband" every day in the voice channel a few years ago is gradually becoming the same person as the top socialite in Hong Kong in front of me.

It turns out that the online boyfriend who sent me those cute, girly voice messages every day was actually a 1.75-meter-tall, mixed-race woman with large breasts. The contrast is indeed a bit outrageous.

"A nine-tailed fox?" Zhu Xun Chuan asked, his tone tinged with a hint of probing.

The playful look in Pan Jiali's eyes instantly vanished. A surge of immense surprise erupted in her emerald eyes, quickly transforming into intense resentment. She tossed aside her half-empty glass of champagne. Her high heels clicked across the carpet as she walked directly around the green velvet round table.

She stretched out her slender fingers and grabbed Zhu Xun Chuan's dark tie. With a forceful pull of her wrist, she yanked him sharply toward her.

The scent of irises mixed with the aroma of alcohol wafted through the air.

"You, Zhu Xun Chuan!" Pan Jia Li gritted her teeth, staring into his eyes. "For the first kill of a hidden dungeon, you made me stay up for three consecutive nights. I gave you all the equipment. You took the first kill reward and then told me you were going to Konoha Village to protect peace. You don't even have time for romance?"

His tie was pulled tight, forcing Zhu Xun Chuan to lean forward. He didn't resist, but calmly watched her rage.

"You typed 'husband' tens of thousands of times on the keyboard. And then you just changed your WeChat account, blocked me, and ran away. Now you've come to Hong Kong Island to seduce my sister?" Pan Jiali's red lips parted slightly, each word an accusation.

The battleground exploded in an instant.

"Bang!"

Jiang Yao slammed her hand heavily on the green velvet table. Her right hand twitched, and the butterfly knife flew from her grasp. With a muffled thud, the tip of the knife embedded itself deeply in the card on the back of Pan Jiali's hand, two inches in front of her. The handle was still shaking violently.

"Let go." Jiang Yao straightened up, her narrow eyes locking onto Pan Jiali. "If you pull his tie again, I'll chop off your hands."

Su Mucheng had just walked to the table, lifting her skirt. She assessed the situation, and her face instantly darkened. This Jiangnan girl, who usually hated trouble, stepped forward and stood directly beside Zhu Xunchuan. She reached out and grabbed Pan Jiali's wrist.

"Big sister, please show some respect." Su Mucheng's voice was stiff.

Pan Jiali completely disregarded the two threats. Relying on her impressive height and eight-centimeter high heels, she looked down at the two women.

She glanced at Jiang Yao first.

"The clothes are quite economical in terms of fabric. The taste is that of a streetwalker from Kowloon Walled City." Pan Jiali said lazily, "Your little toy is so dull I wouldn't even want to use it to peel an apple. You're not quite up to the task of chopping off my hand."

Jiang Yao laughed in exasperation. She reached for her lower back with her right hand. There, hidden, was a real Glock pistol.

Pan Jiali ignored her. Her gaze shifted to Su Mucheng. Her emerald green eyes curved into a smile.

"Little sister, don't be so temperamental." Pan Jiali loosened Zhu Xun Chuan's tie. Her hand slid down his neatly pressed suit jacket. Her fingers finally stopped above his belt. "Come to think of it, I was the first person to meet this man. Your 'first come, first served' rules don't apply to me."

Just as Jiang Yao was about to draw her gun, Su Mucheng's fingers tightened around her handbag.

Zhu Xunchuan made a move.

He reached out his right hand and grasped Pan Jiali's slender waist. He tightened his grip, pulling her close to his side. Simultaneously, his left hand encircled Jiang Yao's shoulder, pressing the Northern Heiress, on the verge of exploding, into his embrace. His right knee lightly brushed against Su Mucheng's calf under the table.

His movements were fluid and graceful. He had the three women completely under his control.

"Let's talk about the past in private," Zhu Xun Chuan said calmly. "In public, please give me some face."

Pan Jiali leaned half her weight onto Zhu Xun Chuan's arm. She extended her red-soled high heels and provocatively tapped them near Jiang Yao's feet.

Jiang Yao snorted coldly. She gave up on drawing her gun. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Zhu Xun Chuan's neck and bit down hard on the fabric of his suit jacket. A clear water stain was left on the suit.

Su Mucheng's tense body completely relaxed when Zhu Xunchuan touched her calf. She picked up the whiskey on the table and brought it to Zhu Xunchuan's lips.

"Brother Chuan, soothe your throat." Su Mucheng softened her voice.

What was initially a tense and dangerous game of chance was quickly replaced by a sense of ambiguous tension. The sweet scent of champagne, the strong aroma of whiskey, and the different layers of haute couture perfume worn by the three women intertwined in the air.

Zhu Xun Chuan took a sip of wine from Su Mu Cheng's hand.

"Since we're old acquaintances, the land bet is void." Zhu Xun Chuan removed the empty wine glass from Jiang Yao's hand. "Sit down and have a drink."

Pan Jiali pulled out a chair and sat down. She crossed her legs. Her fair skin was revealed through the slit of her scarlet long dress.

"Drinking is fine." Pan Jiali rested her chin on her hand, looking directly at Zhu Xunchuan. "You owed me a chance to meet in person back then. Tonight, you have to come back to my room with me and make up for it."

"Dream on." Jiang Yao straddled Zhu Xun Chuan's lap. She blocked Pan Jia Li's view. "He's mine tonight. He won't even touch the door to your master bedroom."

"I am the legitimate daughter he brought back to the Pan family." Su Mucheng pulled up a chair and sat to Zhu Xunchuan's right. "Don't push your luck, eldest sister."

Zhu Xun Chuan placed both hands on the green velvet tabletop, his fingertips lightly tapping the surface.

"I'll sleep in the second bedroom tonight. Nobody is allowed to knock on the door," Zhu Xun Chuan declared decisively.

Jiang Yao pursed her lips. Pan Jiali snorted and picked up her champagne glass. Su Mucheng lowered her head, a subtle smile playing on her lips.

The man's dominance was fully revealed at this moment. He not only possessed the absolute power to overturn the card table, but also the means to control the situation in the backyard.

The subsequent drinking session lost its element of conflicting interests.

"Back when you took me through dungeons, every time a god-tier item dropped, you said you'd save it for your future wife," Pan Jiali said, holding her wine glass. "But you ended up reselling it all for game time cards. Doesn't your conscience bother you?"

"To protect the ninja world, we always need some start-up capital." Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back in his chair.

"It's one thing to be scammed emotionally in an online relationship, but to be scammed even for a few cheap items," Jiang Yao said sarcastically, leaning against Zhu Xun Chuan's chest. "The IQ of the eldest daughter of a wealthy family is truly touching."

"When Miss Jiang is collecting protection money on the street with a butterfly knife, she probably doesn't even know how to type on a keyboard. How rude," Pan Jiali retorted.

Su Mucheng peeled a grape and fed it to Zhu Xunchuan.

"Brother Chuan, she's accusing you of lying," Su Mucheng whispered, stirring things up.

"I was young and impetuous. I won't lie anymore." Zhu Xun Chuan ate a grape.