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

Twenty minutes later.

Themed penthouse suite at the Victoria Hotel Kyoto.

The corridor was silent. Zhu Xun Chuan swiped his card and pushed open the door.

The heavy blackout curtains in the room were drawn tightly, letting in no sunlight. Only a dim, warm lamp remained by the bedside, creating a somber and private atmosphere.

Su Mucheng curled up in the corner of the big bed.

She was still wearing the oversized white shirt that Zhu Xun Chuan had left behind, the buttons were misaligned, the collar was wide open, and the hem barely covered the top of her thighs.

Hearing the door open, Su Mucheng suddenly looked up.

Her face, the face of the nation's first love, was streaked with tears, her eyes red and swollen. Upon recognizing Zhu Xun Chuan, she stumbled and fell barefoot onto the carpet, rushing towards him.

Zhu Xunchuan opened his arms.

Su Mucheng crashed into his arms, tightly hugging his neck with both hands, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, her whole body trembling violently like a frightened cat.

"Xun Chuan..." She buried her face in Zhu Xun Chuan's neck, tears quickly soaking her shirt collar. "I'm so scared."

Zhu Xun Chuan cradled her full buttocks with one hand, feeling their amazing softness, while his other hand gently stroked her smooth, long hair.

"It's alright. I'm here."

Su Mucheng sniffed: "They said such awful things... I really didn't kick her out, I gave her my coat."

"I know." Zhu Xun Chuan carried her to the desk in front of the French windows, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Su Mucheng remained straddling his lap, her hands gripping his clothes tightly, refusing to get off.

Zhu Xun Chuan let her hug him, turned on the computer provided by the hotel, and plugged in the USB drive that he had copied the system data from on the way.

The pale blue light from the screen shone on their faces.

"Take a look at this." Zhu Xunchuan opened a folder.

Su Mucheng leaned closer to the screen, and after just one glance, her body froze.

The screen displays "Little Raindrop's" real identity information. Her real name is Liu Yuanyuan, she is thirty years old, and unemployed.

Below are numerous screenshots of money transfers and transaction records from Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace platform).

Zhu Xun Chuan tapped the mouse with his long, slender fingers: "In the past year, she, in her capacity as the president of the fan club, asked your studio to reimburse her for thirteen first-class airfares and five-star hotel stays, totaling 240,000 yuan. The limited-edition autographed photos you gave to the fans, she immediately listed on Xianyu for 8,000 yuan each and sold more than fifty of them."

Su Mucheng stared wide-eyed in disbelief, her breathing becoming rapid.

She had always thought that the fan club president was a well-behaved female college student who supported her out of her own pocket, which was why she asked Sister Song to take care of her more.

"Look at this one." Zhu Xun Chuan pulled up a bank statement from 11 p.m. last night.

A transfer of 100,000 yuan was made into Liu Yuanyuan's account. The remitter was Tianmang Entertainment—Su Mucheng's biggest rival company.

"You weren't satisfied with sucking her blood, so your rival gave you another 100,000 yuan." Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back in his chair, his voice cold and sharp. "That's what they call 'a little kindness is appreciated, but too much kindness breeds resentment.' You feel sorry for her standing in the rain, but all she's thinking about is how to use this photo to sell you for a good price."

Su Mucheng's body trembled violently, and her worldview completely collapsed.

She had initially thought she had done something wrong, but now she realized that it had all been a dirty deal from beginning to end. Overwhelmed with resentment and anger, she bit her lip, and tears began to fall again.

Zhu Xun Chuan reached out and pinched her chin, gently wiping away her tears with his thumb.

"This is all trivial stuff in the entertainment industry, no need to cry." Zhu Xun Chuan's gaze blatantly followed the expanse of white skin at her neckline. "If your legs keep shaking, I won't be able to type anymore. How about I get you trending on social media first, with the headline 'I Made the Top Star's Legs Go Weak in a Hotel'?"

Su Mucheng was stunned for a moment, and a blush instantly rose on her pale face.

She playfully slapped Zhu Xun Chuan's chest: "You jerk... what kind of time is this to make jokes like this?"

She shifted her body, her pale legs brushing against Zhu Xun Chuan's trousers, igniting a burning desire within her.

"Don't move." Zhu Xun Chuan pressed down on her inner thigh, his palm feeling the exquisite texture of the stockings. "Let's get down to business."

Su Mucheng obediently nestled on his shoulder.

Wang Jianye contacted Jinghong Entertainment, who tactfully sent him their Weibo account and password.

Zhu Xun Chuan logged directly into Su Mu Cheng's main Weibo account. He didn't hire any public relations team, nor did he write any lengthy, sentimental posts.

He dragged the prepared nine-square grid of evidence directly into the editing box.

Figure 1: Details of Liu Yuanyuan's 240,000 yuan in reimbursements from the studio over the past year.

Figures 2 to 5: Chat logs and transfer receipts showing Liu Yuanyuan reselling specially signed items at high prices on a second-hand platform.

Figure 6: Bank statement showing a transfer of 100,000 yuan from the competitor last night.

Figure 7: A surveillance video from outside the hotel lobby. In the video, Liu Yuanyuan takes the umbrella and towel given to her by Su Mucheng, throws them into the trash can, and gets into a taxi while cursing.

Figures 8 and 9: Receipts for the two lawyer's letters. The lawsuit directly sues Liu Yuanyuan for extortion and defamation, while also suing Tianmang Entertainment for malicious competition.

The accompanying text consisted of only one extremely arrogant sentence:

[They've sucked blood from a major artery? Spreading rumors for 100,000 yuan? Get ready to spend years in jail working on a sewing machine. Tianmang Entertainment, you've messed with the wrong people!]

Su Mucheng's heart pounded as she looked at the powerful words.

In the entertainment industry, no celebrity has ever dared to so ruthlessly tear apart a major fan group and a rival company. This is tantamount to completely overturning the table.

But looking at Zhu Xunchuan's cold profile, Su Mucheng felt an unprecedented sense of security.

"Should I send it?" Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head to look at her.

"Send it." Su Mucheng said without hesitation. She was willing to give up her career as a star, as long as she could be with him, what did flipping the table matter?

Zhu Xunchuan pressed the Enter key. Send successful.

Weibo's servers, which had just resumed operation, were hit by an epic surge in traffic in that very second.

No need to hire online trolls or control online comments.

Those few irrefutable expense reports and transfer records left the entire internet user base completely dumbfounded.

The situation instantly reversed.

The netizens who were initially joining the insults changed their tune after seeing the evidence, turning their anger towards "Little Raindrop" and Tianmang Entertainment.

"Holy crap! 240,000 yuan reimbursement?! Is this some kind of fan or a god?!"

"Selling autographed items and accepting 100,000 yuan in bribes from rivals? That's utterly disgusting!"

"Su Mucheng is so cool! This Weibo post is definitely not a PR stunt, it's so satisfying!"

"Support Su Mucheng in protecting her rights! Send this bloodsucker to jail!"

In less than three minutes, the hashtag #SuMuchengHardline# immediately jumped to the top of the trending searches.