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

Pan Jiaqi walked beside her, having chosen a relatively conservative pure white one-piece swimsuit. But the tight fabric only accentuated her slender waistline and straight, shapely legs, making them even more eye-catching.

Seeing Zhu Xun Chuan's hand roaming over Jiang Yao's back, Pan Jiali snorted softly and quickened her pace.

"Zhu Xun Chuan." Pan Jiali walked to the recliner, sat down unceremoniously next to him on his left, and casually picked up the chilled champagne on the small table and took a sip. "How's the Hong Kong sun?"

She leaned forward deliberately, the astonishing curve almost touching Zhu Xun Chuan's arm.

Pan Jiaqi stood to the side, a hint of unease flashing across her usually cool face. She glanced at Jiang Yao, who was enjoying a massage with her eyes closed, then at her uninhibited sister, and silently took a half step back, standing in the shade of the parasol.

"It's alright." Zhu Xun Chuan withdrew his hand, picked up a towel from the side, and wiped his fingertips. "Not as refreshing as autumn in Kyoto."

"Brother Chuan, have some grapes."

A soft, sweet voice precisely interrupted Pan Jiali's next attack.

Su Mucheng was wearing a pink two-piece swimsuit with a floral tulle overlay. She walked over carrying a plate of freshly sliced ​​chilled crystal grapes, naturally squeezing out a little space from Pan Jiali.

She peeled the grape skins with her slender fingers, tilted her head back, and offered the translucent flesh to Zhu Xunchuan's lips.

Zhu Xun Chuan opened his mouth and took a bite of a grape, his lips inadvertently brushing against her soft fingertips. Su Mu Cheng's eyes welled up with tears, her peach blossom eyes filled with an unyielding dependence.

She casually rested her chin on Zhu Xunchuan's thigh, adopting an extremely clingy posture that was a complete assertion of dominance.

Jiang Yao turned over, propped her chin up with one hand, and stared at the two Pan sisters as if watching a show.

"The seafood in Hong Kong is indeed quite good, but Brother Chuan has an appetite for home-style dishes from the mainland. He can only enjoy seafood occasionally." Jiang Yao said meaningfully, a victorious smile on her lips.

Pan Jiali bit her red lips, turned around and pulled her younger sister, who was still standing in the shadows. "Jiaqi, come here."

She pulled Pan Jiaqi to the edge of the recliner. The originally spacious recliner was now crammed with five people, making the space instantly cramped.

Four distinctly different, expensive perfume scents blend with the coconut aroma of sunscreen, fermenting in the hot air.

Pan Jiaqi lost her balance and tilted to the side, instinctively putting her hand on Zhu Xun Chuan's shoulder.

She could clearly feel the firmness and warmth of the man's muscles, and his usually cool face instantly flushed red to the roots of his ears. Just as she was about to straighten up, Zhu Xun Chuan reached out and put his arm around her waist.

Zhu Xun Chuan's arms were long and strong; with a little effort, he firmly pressed this unattainable beauty to his side.

"Aren't you hot standing up?" Zhu Xun Chuan casually picked up a glass of iced sparkling water from the table and held it to Pan Jiaqi's lips.

The frost on the glass touched her lips, and Pan Jiaqi's eyes flickered. She subconsciously took a small sip from his hand.

"Don't just stand there staring blankly in the sun." Zhu Xun Chuan put down his water glass, pinched Su Mu Cheng's slightly chubby cheek with his left hand, and patted Jiang Yao's firm lower back with his right hand.

Then, he looked at the two Pan sisters through his sunglasses and said, "Come sit over here and enjoy the sea breeze together."

Without putting on airs or showing any hesitation, Zhu Xun Chuan maintained absolute control and kept the situation balanced amidst the fierce competition among the four daughters of top conglomerates.

This battle of wits on the yacht transformed into a sweet surrender in the man's composure. Pan Jiali leaned into his arms in a huff, while Pan Jiaqi lowered her eyes and stopped struggling.

……

The night before parting.

The rooftop terrace of a hillside villa. The sea breeze has dispelled the daytime heat, bringing a touch of coolness. Below, Victoria Harbour is ablaze with lights, and the stars are reflected on the water.

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned on the marble railing with both hands, a half-burnt cigarette between his fingers.

The sound of light footsteps came from behind.

Pan Jiali and Pan Jiaqi walked onto the balcony side by side. The two sisters changed into matching ice silk nightgowns, one black and one white.

The tension of the daytime had vanished. Pan Jiali walked to Zhu Xun Chuan's left, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed her face against his broad back. The scent of irises mingled with the aroma of tobacco.

Pan Jiaqi walked to the right. Unlike her sister, she wasn't outgoing; she simply reached out and hugged his right arm, resting her chin gently on his shoulder.

"Leaving tomorrow?" Pan Jiali's voice was unusually gentle.

"Hmm." Zhu Xunchuan flicked his cigarette ash. "There's a mess to clean up in Kyoto, so I can't stay out for too long."

Pan Jiaqi buried her face in his shoulder. After a few seconds, her clear, cool voice rang out in the night breeze, carrying a hint of barely concealed shyness.

"I've already calculated the model." Pan Jiaqi looked up, her dark eyes shining brightly in the starlight. "The returns on the Hong Kong Island fund won't decrease even if the deputy manages it."

Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head to look at her.

Pan Jiaqi's cheeks burned, and her fingers gripped the fabric of his pajamas tightly. "Next month, my sister and I will be transferring to Peking University as exchange students." Her voice trailed off, "You...you're not allowed to hide."

The Princeton geniuses, the proudest twins of the first wife, at this moment shed all their defenses and pretenses, leaving only the stubbornness of an ordinary girl in love.

"Come whenever you want." Zhu Xun Chuan stubbed out his cigarette. He turned around, opened his arms, and pulled the two stunning twins into his embrace. "Kyoto is cold, bring a couple of warm clothes with you. Don't get cold."

……

The following afternoon. Hong Kong Island International Airport.

Due to their special status, Zhu Xunchuan and his entourage used the VIP channel with the highest security level.

Jiang Yao and Su Mucheng walked ahead. Bai He, wearing a black windbreaker, a baseball cap, and carrying a long, rectangular violin case, quietly followed half a step behind Zhu Xunchuan.

The passageway was quiet, with only the echoes of a few footsteps reverberating through the empty corridor. A few rays of afternoon sunlight filtered through the frosted glass on either side.

Zhu Xun Chuan put his hands in his trench coat pockets, preparing to take out his boarding pass to go through the last security checkpoint.

Suddenly, there was no wind at all.

He paused in his steps.

An instinct belonging to a top predator instantly surged to its peak. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Almost at the same millisecond, the system that had been dormant deep within my mind for a long time suddenly emitted a piercing red alarm.

[Beep—High-risk, lethal lock! High-risk, lethal lock!]

A very faint stinging sensation came from the back of my neck.