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

The bathroom door made a dull thud as it locked.

The water gurgled in front of the marble sink. Zhu Xun Chuan reached out and turned off the brass faucet. The space fell into a deathly silence.

Xie Jinghong stopped half a step away. The enormous emerald ring shimmered with a soft light on her fair finger.

"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?"

She raised her hand, and her index finger, painted with burgundy nail polish, touched Zhu Xun Chuan's chest.

"Director Xie, there are still artists from your company outside the door." Zhu Xun Chuan leaned against the marble countertop, his tone indifferent, letting her fingers trace the buttons on his shirt.

"Mu Cheng?" Xie Jinghong scoffed, leaning forward. The cold fragrance mixed with black datura splattered directly into Zhu Xun Chuan's nostrils. "Even if she had ten lives, she wouldn't dare knock on this door. All the pitiful resources she has are in my hands. Even if she really pushed the door open and saw the boss sexually harassing her man, she would have to obediently back out and close the door behind her."

The domineering and unscrupulous nature of the Beijing socialite is vividly displayed.

Her fingers slid down to the belt buckle at Zhu Xunchuan's waist. The fingernails made a very slight clinking sound against the metal buckle.

"A sixteen-year-old ingrate." Xie Jinghong raised her head, her fox-like eyes filled with dangerous aggression. "You've stirred up my anger, and now you're just going to pack up and delete your account and leave. Do you even know how many times I've turned Beijing upside down these past three years?"

Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his gaze and locked it on the black "Chuan" character on her collarbone.

"This tattoo is actually real. It must hurt a lot to remove it, right?"

Xie Jinghong followed his gaze, deliberately straightening her back to make the tattoo more conspicuous. Her fair skin came into view. "It hurts. That's why I didn't wash it. I kept it to remind myself that the day I catch that little bastard, I'll tie him to the bed and whip him for three days and three nights."

She pressed herself extremely close, her two long, slender legs naturally wedging themselves between Zhu Xun Chuan's legs. The black trousers and thin black stockings created an extremely dangerous physical friction.

"Back in those evening study sessions, you secretly looked at the photos of my legs in black stockings I sent you, and how long did you take a cold shower in the bathroom?" Xie Jinghong's breath was sweet, her voice carrying an extremely ambiguous and sticky tone. "Back then, you called me 'sister' so sweetly, and even said you'd earn money to support me. How come, now that you're wearing this hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of haute couture and driving a Panamera, you've turned your back on me?"

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't move. He silently watched the woman who was caught up in her obsession.

Xie Jinghong was convinced that she still held the same absolute psychological dominance as she had three years ago. With a forceful flick of her fingers, she directly pried open the metal buckle of the custom-made leather belt.

"That little brat Su Mucheng doesn't even know how to serve a man." Xie Jinghong pressed down on her wrist. "Today, I'll teach you what it means to..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhu Xunchuan made a move.

He didn't give Xie Jinghong a chance to continue her rampage. His right hand shot out, his large, iron-like hand gripping her extremely slender waist tightly. His left hand pressed down on the back of her head. He took a step back.

"Bang!"

Xie Jinghong suddenly felt her vision shift. Her back slammed heavily against the cold marble wall.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Xun Chuan leaned in and forcefully forced her legs apart with his knee, pinning her firmly in the narrow corner between the wall and the sink.

Offensive and defensive aliens.

Xie Jinghong's pupils contracted sharply. She had never expected that the innocent boy who had been flirted with by her crude words back then would now possess such terrifying power and a sense of oppression.

[Hormonal Intimidation Aura] Full Power Unleashed.

Zhu Xun Chuan looked down at her, his deep black eyes burning with an aggressive rage. A pure male predatory desire instantly shattered Xie Jinghong's facade of a female demon.

"Xie Jinghong, is your perception of me still stuck three years ago?" Zhu Xun Chuan pinched her delicate chin, forcing her to raise her head.

Xie Jinghong's chest heaved violently, her breathing completely out of control. "You...you want to rebel?" she asked, forcing herself to speak, but her voice trembled noticeably.

"Rebellion? I'm just fulfilling my duty." Zhu Xun Chuan roughly pressed his thumb against her bright red lips. "Back then, I deleted you because my teeth weren't fully grown, and I couldn't handle such a big dish as you. Forcing myself to eat you would break my teeth. But now..."

Zhu Xun Chuan's gaze followed her collarbone downwards, stopping at the deep V-neckline.

"My appetite is so big that even I'm afraid of it."

Without giving Xie Jinghong any room to refute, Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head and, with a surge of raging hormones, fiercely kissed those chattering red lips.

There was no probing, no tenderness. Pure conquest and plunder.

Their lips collided violently. Xie Jinghong's eyes widened, and she instinctively pushed against Zhu Xunchuan's chest with both hands. Zhu Xunchuan's chest was unyielding and did not budge.

His tongue forcefully pried open her teeth and plunged in.

Xie Jinghong's resistance lasted only three seconds. The resentment, longing, and anxiety of the long search that had accumulated over the past three years finally burst forth at this moment.

She gave up resisting, tightly wrapped her arms around Zhu Xun Chuan's neck, and responded wildly to the kiss that was three years overdue.

In the confined, narrow space, the temperature soared.

Zhu Xun Chuan's chest pressed against Xie Jing Hong. His strong arms held her firmly between the wall and the sink.

Xie Jinghong's initial reaction was extremely violent. Her hands, painted with burgundy nail polish, pressed tightly against Zhu Xunchuan's chest, trying to push this willful man away.

It can't be pushed.

Zhu Xun Chuan's muscles were as hard as iron. His physical abilities, enhanced by the system, brought him absolute dominance.

His kiss carried an undeniable, possessive quality. Each breath they exchanged was imbued with a strong masculine pheromone, relentlessly assaulting Xie Jinghong's senses.

Xie Jinghong's fingers gripped the front of Zhu Xunchuan's bespoke suit tightly. The fabric was crumpled and wrinkled.

She tried to bite him, but Zhu Xun Chuan grabbed her chin with one hand, forcing her to open her mouth with just the right amount of force, to welcome an even more violent assault.

The air is getting thinner and thinner.

Three years of obsession, the agonizing long search, coupled with the oppressive force of this moment—the seemingly indestructible, icy exterior of this powerful woman who once held sway over Beijing's elite circles began to crumble.

The hands pressed against his chest gradually lost their strength.

Zhu Xun Chuan's right leg forcefully wedged itself between her legs. The black trousers clung tightly to the thin black stockings.

Xie Jinghong let out a muffled groan that sounded off-key.

Her arms climbed up Zhu Xun Chuan's shoulders, eventually encircling his neck. Her ten fingers uncontrollably dug into his short hair.