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

Zhu Xun Chuan held the cold bamboo ruler. The tip of the bamboo traced along Gu Qing Han's black-stockinged calf, past her knee, and finally stopped at her delicate chin, lifting it up slightly with a slight force.

The light and shadow were dappled. Gu Qinghan was forced to tilt her head back. Her silver-rimmed glasses were askew, and her eyes were full of tears, but she still gritted her teeth and maintained the dignity of a counselor.

"Zhu Xun Chuan, don't be so smug. Put me down right now..."

"Put you down?" Zhu Xun Chuan chuckled.

"I..." Gu Qinghan's lips trembled.

Snapped.

The bamboo ruler tapped her palm again, this time with two more points of force.

"I'm asking you a question, do you still dare to do it?" Zhu Xun Chuan stared down at her, accurately catching the unusual flush in her eyes.

A dignified counselor from the Faculty of Letters at Peking University is now lying on his desk, which is littered with academic papers, pleading with a freshman.

The solid wood desk emitted an extremely subtle and rhythmic creaking sound.

Gu Qinghan's aloofness was completely shattered. At first, she bit her lower lip and endured it, afraid that the students passing by outside the door would hear the noise.

She wrapped her legs tightly around Zhu Xun Chuan's waist.

"Xun Chuan... slow down..."

She abandoned all dignity and became completely immersed in this storm that she had provoked but had completely lost control of.

time flies.

More than an hour later.

The office returned to silence, the air thick with an intensely ambiguous atmosphere, mingled with the original fragrance of tea.

Gu Qinghan collapsed into Zhu Xunchuan's arms, drenched in sweat. His dark gray uniform was completely wrinkled.

She nestled against Zhu Xunchuan's chest, calming her breathing. After a while, she raised her head, her fingers tracing circles on Zhu Xunchuan's suit buttons, her voice tinged with post-coital languor.

"That Su Mucheng, and that eldest daughter of the Shen family..." Gu Qinghan tentatively asked, "They looked at you like that on stage, what exactly is your relationship? Don't hide it from me."

Even after being conquered, a woman's territorial instincts still prevail.

Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes turned cold.

He grabbed Gu Qinghan's chin, forcing her to look up and stare at him. The movement wasn't forceful, but the warning was palpable.

"Gu Qinghan," Zhu Xun Chuan addressed him by his name, his tone extremely firm, "This is my private matter. What you need to do now is mind your own business."

Any woman would be angry at such a domineering attitude.

Blushing, she pushed Zhu Xunchuan away and turned to pick up a tissue from the table.

Gu Qinghan bit her lip, carefully wiped away the dark red stain, and clutched the tissue in her palm.

She turned around and began to straighten her disheveled clothes. She buttoned up her white shirt, smoothed out her wrinkled dark gray pencil skirt, straightened her black stockings, and finally put on her silver-rimmed glasses.

Within three minutes, the aloof and abstinent literature department counselor came online again.

"Zhu Xunchuan." Gu Qinghan gripped the edge of the table, took a deep breath, and tried her best to maintain the demeanor of a counselor. "Outside, in front of the students, you must preserve my dignity as a teacher. You can't act recklessly."

This was her bottom line; she needed this authority to maintain her daily dignity.

Zhu Xun Chuan nodded with a smile as he tied his tie.

"Understood." Zhu Xun Chuan straightened his navy blue suit, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Call me 'counselor' in public, but 'dad' in private. Teacher Gu, isn't this considered entrapment?"

Gu Qinghan's ears turned red, and she glared at him, but she had no confidence to refute him.

Zhu Xun Chuan reached out and ruffled her hair, then turned and walked to the door, pressing the door lock switch.

"I won't help the counselor organize the meeting minutes this afternoon; I need to rest due to a work injury."

Click.

The door was pulled open.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked out of the counselor's office feeling refreshed, closing the door behind him. The sunlight in the corridor shone on him again, dispelling the gloom that had accumulated in the storage room and office.

They've dealt with the internal time bomb and gained an ace in their hand. This was a worthwhile move.

He took out his phone, intending to contact Lin Yuan to grab a bite at the cafeteria.

The screen had just turned on.

A WeChat message that I was particularly interested in popped up.

From: Da Ju Wei Zhong (Su Mucheng).

[Brother Chuan, something terrible has happened! Miss Jiang has suddenly appeared on our set with hundreds of millions of yuan and a large entourage!]