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

The waiter pushed the food cart in, served the dishes and poured the drinks.

The round table was large, and the three of them took their seats. Su Mucheng naturally sat down next to Zhu Xunchuan. Xie Jinghong sat in the main seat, the curves of her deep-V cigarette dress rising and falling with her breath, her fox-like eyes never leaving Zhu Xunchuan.

Pour the decanted Romanée-Conti into a crystal glass.

"Wang Jianye of Xinghui Entertainment has overstepped his bounds," Xie Jinghong said, leaning back in his chair and swirling his wine glass. "He even dares to touch my people."

Su Mucheng lowered her head, her hands resting on her knees, her body somewhat stiff. In front of the boss who had personally elevated her to such a pedestal, she didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"There are always some idiots in the industry who don't know their own limitations." Xie Jinghong took a sip of red wine, her fiery red lips leaving a mark on the rim of the glass. "That top boy group member who debuted through a talent show two years ago, what was his name again? He got too big for his britches and tried to bypass the company to get endorsements privately. I suspended his appearances for six months and had someone post all his dirt on the internet."

Su Mucheng shuddered.

"He's probably working as an extra in Hengdian now." Xie Jinghong casually put down his wine glass, his gaze sweeping over Su Mucheng. "Mucheng, I mentored you. Remember, in this industry, obedience is the key to longevity."

An absolute sense of oppression from someone in a superior position. A single sentence that sucked the air out of the entire private room.

Su Mucheng's face turned pale, and she nodded repeatedly.

Xie Jinghong changed the subject, her gaze returning to Zhu Xun Chuan. The sharpness in her eyes faded, replaced by a half-smile.

"However, this time, I really have to thank Young Master Zhu for his help." Xie Jinghong raised his glass and toasted from afar. "In just half a day, you've thoroughly exposed that pimp, even managing to get your hands on the rival company's transfer records. Your PR tactics are swift and efficient."

Zhu Xun Chuan raised his glass in return and took a sip without rushing.

"It reminds me of an old friend who disappeared without a word three years ago." Xie Jinghong's red lips parted slightly, her voice low and dangerously probing. "That person also liked to use these ruthless methods, teasing people until they were itching with desire, and then disappearing without a trace. Young Master Zhu, if someone like that fell into my hands, how should I punish him?"

The private room was deathly silent.

Su Mucheng looked completely bewildered, unable to understand what Director Xie was trying to say. She only felt that the atmosphere was terribly oppressive. She quietly took Zhu Xunchuan's hand under the table.

Zhu Xun Chuan wrapped Su Mu Cheng's soft little hand in his palm, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Director Xie is joking." Zhu Xun Chuan looked directly into Xie Jing Hong's eyes, his [Hormonal Aura] silently activating. "Since an old friend has left without saying goodbye, he must have found a better place. The capital is a dangerous place, and Director Xie is busy with countless affairs. Why dwell on a passerby? It's better to focus on the present. Some things, the tighter you hold on, the faster they slip away."

His words were impeccable, even turning the tables on the other party.

Xie Jinghong's eyes narrowed. The man before her was frighteningly composed. The high school student who had been scared off from the internet by a few of her photos three years ago now dared to lecture her in such a superior tone right in front of her.

The overwhelming sense of male hormones that struck her soul made her blood rush through her veins.

"Young Master Zhu is quite insightful." Xie Jinghong's lips curled into a stunning smile.

The waiter served the last Australian lobster, left the private room, and closed the door behind him.

The dinner party officially began.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Su Mucheng breathed a slight sigh of relief. She picked up the serving chopsticks, obediently selected the tenderest piece of shrimp meat, and placed it in the bone dish in front of Zhu Xunchuan.

"Xun Chuan, try this." Su Mucheng's voice was soft and sweet.

"Eat it yourself," Zhu Xunchuan said gently.

Just then, Zhu Xunchuan's left leg suddenly stiffened.

Beneath the round table, a heavy velvet tablecloth stretched to the floor, completely blocking the view.

A foot, having taken off its high heel, somehow crossed the boundary under the table and landed precisely on the cuff of Zhu Xun Chuan's trousers.

Xie Jinghong sat opposite, one hand supporting her chin, the other holding chopsticks, slowly picking at the vegetables in front of her. Her expression was serious, even carrying a hint of aloofness and arrogance befitting a boss.

But the foot under the table was extremely audacious.

A silky smooth sensation came through the fabric. It was a pair of feet wearing extremely thin black stockings.

She slowly climbed up Zhu Xun Chuan's calves, her toes lightly brushing against the fabric of his trousers, a provocative gesture.

Zhu Xun Chuan remained expressionless, picked up his teacup, and took a sip of water.

Su Mucheng was sitting to Zhu Xunchuan's right, less than half a meter away. She had no idea what was happening under the table and was still focused on peeling crabs, carefully picking out the crab roe bit by bit.

The foot, clad in black stockings, went a step further, crossing over the knee and landing directly on Zhu Xunchuan's thigh.

Ten toes, through the stockings, were restlessly outlining their shape.

Xie Jinghong lowered her eyelids slightly, biting the tip of her chopsticks with her red lips. She wanted to force this man to reveal his weakness right under Su Mucheng's nose. This extreme sense of transgression and desire for control excited her to the point of numbness in her fingertips.

His toes continued upwards, heading straight for the danger zone.

A dark glint flashed in Zhu Xunchuan's eyes.

He put down his teacup. His left hand left the table and hung down below it.

Just as that jade-like foot was about to touch the core area, Zhu Xun Chuan grabbed that delicate ankle.

Xie Jinghong abruptly stopped picking up food with her chopsticks.

Zhu Xun Chuan's fingers tightened in an extremely domineering manner, his rough fingertips pinching hard on the delicate and smooth ankle bone through the black stockings.

It has immense power.

Xie Jinghong trembled and let out a very soft groan. A tempting blush instantly rose on her cold and beautiful face.

"Director Xie, are you feeling unwell?" Zhu Xun Chuan released his grip and asked calmly.

Su Mucheng quickly looked up at Xie Jinghong, her face full of anxiety: "Director Xie, what's wrong?"

Xie Jinghong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the electric current surging through her body, and pulled her foot back. She put her high heels back on.

"It's nothing, the crab is a bit cold." Xie Jinghong picked up her wine glass, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp. A few drops of wine flowed down her snow-white neck, sliding into the deep V-shaped cleavage.

Zhu Xunchuan stood up.

"Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom."

He loosened his tie and strode toward the luxurious restroom that came with the private room.

Close the solid wood door to the bathroom.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked to the marble sink and turned on the faucet. The icy water washed over his hands. The intense struggle under the table had almost ignited his anger completely.

Xie Jinghong, this woman, was already a vixen three years ago, and three years later she has become a ruthless and unscrupulous female demon who deeply understands human nature. Playing such a thrilling trick right at the dinner table, in front of her own cash cow.

Zhu Xun Chuan pulled out a tissue and wiped his hands.

"Click".

The bathroom doorknob suddenly turned.

The door was pushed open a crack, then quickly closed and locked from the inside.

The crisp sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor echoed in the cramped space.

Zhu Xunchuan turned around.

Xie Jinghong leaned against the door. One of the buttons on her black suit had been undone at some point, and the neckline was lowered, revealing her fair collarbone and the black "川" (river) character tattoo.

Her fox-like eyes no longer concealed anything; they were filled with naked aggression.

"What? Young Master Zhu is running away already?" Xie Jinghong, wearing ten-centimeter high heels, approached him step by step.

She raised her hand, her index finger, painted with burgundy nail polish, and placed it directly on Zhu Xunchuan's chest, sliding it down the buttons of his shirt.

"You ran away pretty fast when you deleted me on WeChat three years ago. Where do you think you're going to run to now?"

The cool, cedar scent in the bathroom instantly became extremely strong.