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

8 PM.

A black Porsche Panamera smoothly drove into a secluded alley within Kyoto's second ring road.

There was no signboard, only two heavy, bright vermilion doors, in front of which stood two white marble lions.

This is "Chang'an" Private Banquet, one of the most prestigious private clubs in Beijing. It operates on an extremely strict membership referral system; money can't buy you entry, as it only recognizes members from elite circles and those with deep connections.

As soon as the Panamera came to a stop, two security personnel dressed in black traditional Chinese jackets quickly stepped forward and opened the car door, their movements swift and respectful.

Zhu Xunchuan stepped out of the car.

A pure black, handcrafted haute couture suit encased his slender body, which had been reshaped by the system.

A night breeze swept by, and the innate oppressive aura of [Hormonal Intimidation Aura] dissipated with a roar. He casually adjusted his cufflinks, deliberately and unintentionally revealing his watch.

The lobby manager, who stood on the steps to greet guests, was a shrewd and experienced man who had seen countless people in the capital.

His gaze lingered on Zhu Xun Chuan for only half a second, and his previously formulaic smile instantly turned into one of extreme flattery, his back involuntarily bending down.

"Hello sir, do you have an appointment?" The manager jogged forward, his tone respectful to the core.

This innate aura of authority is definitely the mark of a prince raised in a powerful family for three generations.

"Number one in the top tier, Director Xie's scheme." Zhu Xun Chuan said calmly, without any unnecessary words.

"This way, please! Director Xie and Miss Su have arrived." The manager personally led the way, his posture humble.

Passing through the winding covered walkways, on both sides were the ever-changing scenery of a Jiangnan garden, with artificial hills and flowing water, and the air filled with the fragrance of sandalwood. Zhu Xun Chuan followed behind the manager, his steps steady.

However, just as he was about to reach the carved wooden door at the end of the corridor, Zhu Xun Chuan suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A faint yet extremely familiar scent of perfume drifted into his nostrils on the gentle breeze in the corridor.

The top note is extremely cool cedar, while the middle note carries a hint of extremely domineering and alluring black datura.

This perfume is extremely rare and cannot be bought on the market; it is a custom-made product by a private perfumer.

A jolt of electricity shot through Zhu Xunchuan's spine.

Su Mucheng was chatting with a woman, and he recognized that voice all too well.

Two years ago, I had been bound to the system for a while and had graduated from Meng Wanqing's apprenticeship for some time. I was in the growth stage of a sea king, casting my nets everywhere to practice.

At that time, he was arrogant and felt that girls his age could no longer challenge him. So, through a high-end private forum, he was matched with an older woman who claimed to be doing "cultural investment" in Beijing.

Online name: Jinghong (惊鸿).

Zhu Xun Chuan originally thought that it was another easy fish to handle, and was prepared to use his perfect rhetoric to generate a lot of emotional points.

As a result, that was the biggest setback he ever suffered in his career as a sea king.

This older sister doesn't play by the rules at all. When he sends a "good morning" message, she replies with a photo of her wet hair, half-covered, after just taking a shower; while he's in his second year of high school having evening self-study, she sends a close-up of her long legs wearing extremely thin black stockings, along with an extremely explicit voice message: "Little Xun Chuan, my legs are sore, I miss your hands."

For three whole months, Zhu Xunchuan was repeatedly flirted with, his face turning red with embarrassment, and he was forced to cross his legs in class to hide his awkwardness.

The other party was extremely assertive and proactive, like a seasoned female rogue. Instead of ignoring his emotional investment, she fueled his daily lust. Finally, Zhu Xun Chuan, still retaining the innocence of a sixteen-year-old, couldn't take it anymore and fled, deleting her from his WeChat contacts and cutting off all contact.

She was the only woman he ever kicked out of the fishpond because he "couldn't handle" her.

"Sir?" The manager asked cautiously as he saw him stop.

"It's nothing." Zhu Xun Chuan took a deep breath, suppressing the absurd premonition in his heart.

Director Xie. Xie Jinghong.

Coincidence?

"Click".

The carved wooden door of the private room was pushed open from both sides by two waitresses dressed in cheongsams.

The spacious private room was decorated in an extremely antique style. There was a round table made of huanghuali wood, and priceless original works of art hung on the walls.

Upon hearing the door open, Su Mucheng, who was sitting by the tea tray brewing tea, immediately stood up.

The nation's first love wore a minimalist white dress today, looking as pure as a spring of water. Seeing Zhu Xun Chuan enter, the love in her eyes almost overflowed. She quickly stepped forward and naturally took his arm.

"Xun Chuan, you're here." Su Mucheng's voice was soft and sweet as she clung tightly to his arm.

Zhu Xun Chuan did not look at Su Mu Cheng.

His gaze passed over Su Mucheng's head and fixed on the woman at the head of the round table.

The woman was standing with her back to them, admiring the bamboo forest outside the French windows. Hearing the noise, she slowly turned around.

With a "boom" sound.

Something seemed to explode in Zhu Xun Chuan's mind, and he even held his breath for half a second.

It's really her!

Xie Jinghong.

The woman looked to be no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and was a full 1.72 meters tall. She wore an extremely fitted, sharply tailored black haute couture tuxedo.

Her long, wavy hair cascaded lazily over one shoulder. The deep V-neckline, revealing her incredibly voluptuous figure, accentuated her stunningly fair skin, which shimmered breathtakingly under the lights.

With fiery red lips and delicate, silky eyes, she exuded the aura of a top-tier female demon who trampled everything underfoot.

The moment their eyes met, a faint blue data stream flashed deep within Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes.

[Top-Tier Connoisseur's Eye] Triggers automatically.

His gaze instantly pierced through the dim light, landing precisely on Xie Jinghong's deep V-neckline, on her smooth, white left collarbone.

There, a black tattoo stood out starkly against the backdrop of the room.

It is the Chinese character "川" in small regular script.

Against the backdrop of her snow-white skin, she was extremely dazzling and alluring.

Zhu Xunchuan's scalp tingled instantly.

Three years ago, that woman sent a photo of her collarbone on WeChat, saying she got his name tattooed in his memory. Zhu Xun Chuan thought it was just a picture from the internet or a temporary tattoo and didn't believe it at all.

Three years later, this powerful female figure in Beijing's elite circles, who represented absolute control, actually stood right in front of him, sporting this tattoo!

"Director Xie." Su Mucheng, oblivious to the sudden, suffocating tension in the private room, pulled Zhu Xunchuan forward a couple of steps like a kitten showing off its treasure. "This is Zhu Xunchuan, whom I mentioned to you. He was the one who helped with that online incident, and he also suppressed things at Xinghui Entertainment."

Xie Jinghong did not look at Su Mucheng.

Those incredibly alluring fox-like eyes, with an extremely dangerous and aggressive look, scrutinized Zhu Xun Chuan from head to toe.

Her gaze slid from his broad shoulders, over his taut waist and abdomen, and finally landed on his handsome face, now angular and no longer showing signs of immaturity.

"Zhu Xunchuan."

Xie Jinghong parted her red lips slightly, and when she uttered these three words, her voice was extremely lazy and hoarse, and her tongue seemed to swirl between her teeth, with an extremely sticky and pulling sensation.

"Seeing is believing. The man Mu Cheng has her eye on is indeed handsome and talented."

She walked gracefully to Zhu Xun Chuan, her ten-centimeter red-soled high heels swaying gently. A rich, cool scent of cedarwood instantly enveloped Zhu Xun Chuan.

Xie Jinghong extended her right hand.

That hand was slender and fair, with an extremely large emerald ring on the index finger and nails painted a deep wine red.

"Nice to meet you, fellow student."

She emphasized those three words, her tone carrying a mix of mockery and resentment that only the two of them could understand.

Zhu Xun Chuan had a premonition that this older woman had come seeking revenge.

But he's no longer the high school student who would be so terrified by a few explicit photos that he'd delete someone on WeChat. The confidence gained from the basic physical enhancement potion and a million points of admiration gives him enough leverage to overturn the table.

Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled into an extremely composed smile as he extended his right hand and firmly grasped that soft, boneless jade hand.

"You're too kind, Director Xie."

The moment their hands clasped together.

Xie Jinghong's index finger, painted with wine-red nail polish, boldly and secretly scratched Zhu Xun Chuan's palm!

A tingling, electric sensation instantly shot from his palm to the top of Zhu Xunchuan's head.

Right under the nose of his current girlfriend, Su Mucheng, the two completed their extremely taboo first encounter.

Zhu Xun Chuan tightened his grip suddenly, pinching her soft finger bones with extremely domineering force as a counterattack, before releasing his hand with remarkable ease.

A hint of surprise flashed in Xie Jinghong's eyes, followed by a deeper, more amused smile.

This innocent little puppy that ran away three years ago has grown into a wolf that dares to bite.

"Don't stand, please take a seat."