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

He responded with only the briefest of words. He maintained control throughout.

If we keep talking like this, we can't play cards anymore, so we have to call it a night.

Everyone went back to their own homes and to their own mothers.

Late at night. Hillside villa. The penthouse suite, reserved for the largest family.

The corridor was covered with sound-absorbing Persian carpet. Pan Jiali pushed open the heavy, carved wooden door.

The room was spacious and bright. A woman lay on a chaise lounge in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The woman had the exact same facial features as Pan Jiali: prominent brow bones and deep-set eyes. This was Pan Jiaqi, another daughter of the first wife and Pan Jiali's identical twin sister.

Pan Jiaqi had a black seaweed face mask on. She held a business weekly in her hand, without looking up.

"Did you go to see your fourth uncle's new sister?" Pan Jiaqi's voice was cold.

Pan Jiali kicked off her high heels and stepped barefoot onto the carpet. She walked to the wine cabinet and poured half a glass of red wine.

"I saw her." Pan Jiali turned, leaned against the bar, and swirled her wine glass. "But she's not the point. Guess who I ran into at the party tonight?"

Pan Jiaqi turned a page of the magazine.

"Which arrogant rich kid dared to mess with you?"

Pan Jiali took a sip of red wine. A slight smile curved her red lips.

"That ex-boyfriend who dumped me after we met online to save the ninja world," Pan Jiali laughed. "His name is Zhu Xunchuan."

The room fell into a deathly silence.

On the chaise lounge, Pan Jiaqi's hand, holding the weekly magazine, froze in mid-air.

"Clatter".

The black seaweed face mask fell directly onto the wool carpet, revealing a face that looked quite surprised.

"Who...who are you talking about?" Pan Jiaqi's voice trembled.

Pan Jiali frowned. She put down her wine glass.

"Zhu Xun Chuan, what's the problem?"

Pan Jiaqi didn't even pick up the seaweed face mask that had fallen on the carpet. Barefoot, she quickly walked to the dressing table, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out an old, fully charged mobile phone.

My fingertips swiped quickly across the screen, opening an album that had been sealed away for three years, and bringing up screenshots of private messages exchanged on a university forum back then.

"Back in the math forum, the account that used to argue with me about the Riemann Hypothesis every day, wasn't its ID 'Fengxun'?" Pan Jiaqi's voice was cold, but her hand holding the phone was trembling.

Pan Jiali walked over with a glass of red wine, and after only glancing at the chat history on the screen, her emerald green eyes widened instantly.

She turned around, picked up her phone, and scrolled through the chat history from the game back then.

Two records, two completely different social media platforms, are placed on the same rosewood tea table.

The timelines are aligned.

Every night from 8 PM to 10 PM, "Feng Xun" would call Pan Jiali "Little Fox" in a low voice in the game voice chat, tricking her out of the first kill reward and a set of god-level mage equipment;

From 10:30 p.m. to 1 a.m., "Fengxun" switched to Tieba and had an all-night debate with Pan Jiaqi, who was then an undergraduate at Princeton, in the Advanced Mathematics section.

We chatted about academic debates and even romantic topics. With the opening line that "calculus is simpler than linear algebra," we added each other on WeChat. Not only did I trick her into writing two papers on the core derivation formulas, but I also used a punctual goodnight message every day to seduce this usually aloof and arrogant academic genius.

Then, on the same night, he blocked both of his wives.

Pan Jiali looked at the timeline on the table, and laughed in anger, her scarlet nails digging deeply into her palms.

Pan Jiaqi closed her dark eyes, her chest heaving violently. As a new generation of investment genius in Hong Kong, she had calculated countless complex short-selling models, but she never expected that she and her older sister would be completely manipulated by the same mainland scumbag in the same year.

"Okay, really okay." Pan Jiaqi gritted her teeth and threw the old phone back into the drawer.

One o'clock in the morning.

Secondary bedroom guest room.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Zhu Xun Chuan walked out, drying his wet black hair, wearing only a loose white bathrobe, the muscle lines of his chest faintly visible under the warm orange wall lamp.

"Knock knock knock".

A very light, yet rhythmic knocking sounded on the door.

Zhu Xun Chuan threw the towel on the sofa, walked over and opened the door.

There was neither Jiang Yao's butterfly knife nor Su Mucheng's orange candy outside the door.

Standing in the corridor was a woman wearing a pure white silk nightgown. She shared a striking resemblance to Pan Jiali in her three-dimensional features, but lacked the alluring charm of a mixed-race woman. Her straight, pure black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her unadorned face possessed a cool, aloof beauty, like a snow lotus on a high mountain. The hem of her silk dress just past her knees, clinging slightly to the curves of her thighs in the night breeze of the corridor.

"Calculus is simpler than linear algebra, right?" Pan Jiaqi tilted her head back, her dark eyes fixed on him.

Zhu Xun Chuan's fingers, gripping the doorknob, paused for half a second.

He quickly searched his memory for the past, his gaze returning to that cool, aloof face. His previously indifferent eyes instantly transformed into an undisguised smile.

"No wonder." Zhu Xun Chuan didn't make way, but instead took half a step forward, his tall figure blocking the corridor light. "Back then, in that partial differential equation problem, you forgot to include an absolute value in the constant term you calculated. I knew a Princeton student shouldn't make such a basic mistake. Turns out, you weren't focused on the problem at the time."

That familiar yet slightly teasing tone instantly shattered Pan Jiaqi's cold and aloof facade that she had prepared all night.

"Zhu Xun Chuan!" Pan Jia Qi said in a low voice, reaching out to grab the collar of his bathrobe. "You not only lied to me about calculating the model, you also lied to me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Xun Chuan reached out with his right hand, grabbed her slender wrist, and with a little force, pulled her into the house.

"Bang."

He closed the mahogany door to the guest room behind him.

Pan Jiaqi felt a sudden dizziness as her back slammed against the door. Zhu Xun Chuan's left hand rested on her ear, and the man's heat and the refreshing scent of his shower gel instantly enveloped her.

"What did I lie to you about?" Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head, less than ten centimeters from her face.

He remained calm, and his eyes even held a hint of leisurely appreciation.

Pan Jiaqi's breathing became erratic. She was used to strategizing in the conference room, but she had never been so forcefully suppressed by a man in such an extremely private space.

"You lied to both me and my sister at the same time..." Pan Jiaqi turned her face away, a blush rising on her fair neck. "You spent eight o'clock with her at night, and then called me at ten. You manage your time really well."

In fact, Zhu Xun Chuan was also very surprised. Could there really be such a coincidence in the world?

It was just a random, haphazard operation back then, but I never expected it to cause so many scandals.

However, he remained calm on the surface, as if everything was under control.

"Without proper time management, how can you possibly get to know the two most prized twins of the Pan family's eldest branch within a month?" Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head, his nose almost touching her cheek. "Besides, you said on WeChat that you liked my domineering, all-powerful manner when I explained problems. Don't you like it now?"

Pan Jiaqi was extremely embarrassed and angry. She raised her knee to hit him, but Zhu Xunchuan's long leg casually pressed down on her skirt.