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

Seeing Zhu Xunchuan get into the back seat, Xia Wanying sniffed.

"You still know how to come back?" Xia Wanying bit her bright red lips, her eyes glistening with tears, her voice filled with deep grievance. "I was in Europe for that stupid conference, and to get back, I had the captain refuel the private plane overnight to fly back to Kyoto, but I still missed your opening ceremony!"

"Bang."

Zhu Xun Chuan casually closed the car door and pressed the privacy partition lift button on the center armrest.

Heavy soundproofing panels were raised, completely isolating the front and rear rows.

"It's too much trouble to dismantle the door. Just demolish this building and I'll move to your building." Zhu Xun Chuan chuckled, not only refusing to coax her but also teasing her in an extremely casual tone.

Xia Wanying was stunned for a moment.

She thought Zhu Xun Chuan would blame her for being willful, but it turned out that this man was even crazier than her.

"Don't try to fool me with those words. I saw it all!" Xia Wanying shoved her phone screen right in front of Zhu Xunchuan's face.

The above is a pinned post on the Kyoto University campus forum, featuring a photo of Zhu Xun Chuan standing on stage with one hand in his pocket, exuding charisma. Below the photo are a flood of comments from girls calling him "husband".

"You stole the show on stage, and several vixens were drooling over you in the audience!" Xia Wanying grabbed Zhu Xunchuan's tie with extreme domineering force and pulled him into her arms. "You're mine. Why should they see you like that?"

Zhu Xunchuan pressed forward with the momentum.

He reached out in an extremely domineering manner, grabbed Xia Wanying's slender waist, and lifted her directly from the large airline seat, placing her on his lap.

Through the Chanel haute couture fabric, you can clearly feel the amazingly rich and soft texture.

Xia Wanying let out a short, sweet cry and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Are you jealous?

Zhu Xun Chuan stretched out his slender fingers and gently pinched Xia Wan Ying's delicate chin, forcing her to raise her head. His deep eyes stared straight at her, his gaze filled with a tenderness that could drown a person.

"The spotlight at the ceremony is for those who are insignificant," Zhu Xun Chuan said in an extremely deep and drawn-out voice, his thumb stroking her delicate lips. "But the best light within me will always be reserved for you alone."

A single, decisive blow.

This top-tier "scumbag's slang" quote, tested countless times in past lives, paired with Zhu Xun Chuan's handsome face so close at hand, was as devastating as a nuclear bomb.

Xia Wanying, a high-and-mighty female CEO, couldn't withstand such extreme tension.

The grievance in her eyes vanished instantly, turning into a pool of spring water.

"You're so good at talking." Xia Wanying laughed through her tears.

Like an extremely docile Persian cat, she buried her face in Zhu Xun Chuan's neck, greedily inhaling the faint scent of his men's cologne. Her long legs, encased in black stockings, restlessly rubbed against his trousers.

"I'm hungry." Xia Wanying's voice was so sweet it could melt your heart. "Let's go eat. I made a reservation at the Cloud Peak French Restaurant."

"Okay. I'll do as you say." Zhu Xun Chuan patted her ample curves.

The white Maybach Pullman started slowly, and the massive convoy turned around and drove out of Beijing University, heading straight for the CBD.

Half an hour later.

On the top floor of the China World Trade Center, there is the Michelin three-star French restaurant "Cloud Top".

This is one of Kyoto's most prestigious French restaurants. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer panoramic views of Kyoto's vibrant nightscape, while inside, a violinist plays melodious classical music.

Xia Wanying took Zhu Xunchuan's arm and walked into the restaurant.

The moment she appeared, she immediately attracted the attention of all the wealthy and powerful guests present. Her aura as a chaebol heiress, cultivated over a long period of being in a position of power, coupled with her extremely alluring figure, made her the absolute focus of attention wherever she went.

The two took a seat in a prime spot by the window.

Just as the manager brought over two glasses of sparkling water, an unpleasant voice suddenly rang out from beside the table.

"Wan Ying? I heard you went to Europe and secured that infrastructure project. You're back in Kyoto so soon?"

A young man in a bespoke Armani suit walked over, carrying a glass of red wine. He wore a conspicuous Richard Miller bracelet on his wrist and stared at Xia Wanying with burning eyes.

When his gaze swept over her long legs, tightly wrapped in black stockings, under the table, a barely concealed glint of greed flashed across his eyes.

Xia Wanying frowned slightly.

"Sir, we're not that close. Please call me Chairman Xia." Xia Wanying's voice instantly turned eight degrees colder.

The man in front of her was Wang Teng, the young master of the Wang family real estate in Kyoto. He had been pursuing her relentlessly, coveting Xia Wanying's beauty and the capital of Dinghe Group.

Wang Teng was met with a rebuff, and his face stiffened.

He turned his head and swept his extremely critical gaze over Zhu Xunchuan sitting opposite him.

Upon seeing Zhu Xun Chuan's overly youthful face and then looking at his bespoke suit, Wang Teng's lips curled into a mocking sneer.

"Chairman Xia, is this the 'young wolfhound' you just hired?" Wang Teng swirled the red wine in his glass. "This outfit must have taken a lot of effort, right? But young man, you can't just sit on a gigolo's rice bowl if you don't have a good appetite. I heard you're a college student? Have you finished your homework?"

Naked humiliation.

In Wang Teng's view, the young student who followed Xia Wanying was definitely a kept man.

Xia Wanying's expression changed drastically, a chilling murderous glint flashing in her eyes. She immediately reached for her phone to call the bodyguards outside to cripple this man.

A long, slender hand firmly pressed down on the back of her hand.

Zhu Xunchuan didn't look at Wang Teng.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, picked up the silver knife on the table, and slowly cut the French foie gras that had just been served on the plate.

"Manager," Zhu Xun Chuan said calmly.

Upon hearing the noise, the restaurant manager, who was standing not far away, quickly ran over.

He knew Wang Teng, and he knew Xia Wanying even better. Caught between these two big shots, cold sweat broke out on his back.

Zhu Xun Chuan reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket with his left hand.

He pinched out a Centurion Black Gold Card with a cold, metallic sheen between two fingers.

"Smack."

He casually tossed the black gold card onto the pristine white tablecloth.

"What is the current valuation of this restaurant?" Zhu Xun Chuan put the sliced ​​foie gras into his mouth and chewed slowly.

The manager's pupils constricted sharply as he stared at the black gold card with unlimited spending, a card reserved for the world's top tycoons. He stammered, "Sir...our restaurant is under the Dingsheng Catering Group, and its current market value is around 120 million..."

"Swipe the card. Two hundred million. Eighty million premium, full acquisition." Zhu Xun Chuan picked up a pristine white napkin and elegantly wiped his mouth. "Have your group's legal department send the electronic transfer agreement to my phone within ten minutes. Now, I'm exercising the power of the boss."

The words fell.

Zhu Xun Chuan slowly raised his head, his gaze finally landing on Wang Teng.

The system's [Perfect Aura] instantly reached its maximum!

An overwhelming aura of absolute superiority, imbued with the accumulated wealth of three generations of conglomerates and looking down upon all living beings, pressed down on Wang Teng as if it were a tangible force.

Wang Teng felt a tightness in his chest, his breath caught in his throat, and his legs began to weaken uncontrollably. It felt like being stared at by a ferocious beast lurking in the abyss.

"Throw this barking dog out, along with his filthy liquor, and permanently blacklist him."

Zhu Xun Chuan's tone was extremely flat, as if he were ordering someone to throw away a bag of stinking garbage.

Looking at the black gold card and feeling Zhu Xun Chuan's terrifying aura of authority, the manager didn't dare to hesitate for a moment and immediately pressed the intercom.

"You fucking dare... I'm the heir to Wang's Real Estate! Who do you think you are...?"

Wang Teng's cursing hadn't even finished.

Four burly foreign security guards rushed up like wolves. They roughly twisted Wang Teng's hands behind his back, snatched the wine glass from his hand, and dragged him out the door like a dead dog.

"Let me go! You bunch of lowly scum! I'm calling the police!"