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

Xie Jinghong sat on the sofa.

She watched as the man who had forcibly kissed her in the bathroom the night before was now being relentlessly pursued by her girlfriends and business partners.

Watching their fingers trace the lines on Zhu Xun Chuan's suit, and listening to their blunt and suggestive words.

Xie Jinghong's chest heaved violently. Beneath her dark green dress, her right leg, which was crossed, was taut and her toes were curled tightly on the silk carpet.

An extremely unfamiliar, malevolent fire surged from my stomach straight up to the top of my head.

That was the ultimate possessiveness and the instinct to protect food.

She picked up the wine glass from the coffee table, her knuckles turning a glaringly pale from the force she used.

"Click."

The base of the glass goblet made a dangerous cracking sound.

Zhu Xun Chuan put away his phone, catching a glimpse of Xie Jing Hong's expression, as if he were about to suffer internal injuries. Having achieved his goal, he stubbed out his cigarette and stood up.

"Ladies, I have class this afternoon, so I won't be able to discuss the script with you." Zhu Xun Chuan straightened the hem of his suit jacket.

He walked past the three reluctant women, his gaze meeting Xie Jinghong's fox-like eyes, which seemed to be spitting fire.

"Thank you so much, Director Xie. Next time there's something like this, please let me know in advance so I can bring extra power banks."

Zhu Xun Chuan left behind a cryptic remark, turned around, pushed open the villa door, and left with a flourish.

Only after the front door closed did the excited chatter of the three women erupt in the living room.

"Jinghong, where did you unearth this treasure? That figure, that aura, absolutely amazing!"

"Exactly, that's not fair of you, hiding things from him. If he doesn't act, I can just pay him to set up his own personal brand for fun."

Xie Jinghong stared intently at the tightly closed door of the villa.

She suddenly tilted her head back and downed the glass of red wine in one gulp. The red liquid slid down the corner of her mouth and dripped onto her snow-white collarbone.

"You guys chat, I'm a little tired, I'm going upstairs to rest."

Xie Jinghong slammed her wine glass down and strode upstairs in her high heels without looking back. Pushing open the bedroom door, she threw her expensive handbag onto the bed.

"Zhu Xunchuan...you ungrateful wretch!"

She gritted her teeth, recalling Zhu Xun Chuan's nonchalant manner when he added her on WeChat, and felt a sharp pain in her chest from anger.

……

The Xishan Mountain Road.

Zhu Xun Chuan gripped the Panamera's steering wheel with one hand, a cold smile playing on his lips.

To deal with a woman like Xie Jinghong who has an extremely strong desire for control, going along with her will only turn her into a toy. Only by ruining things in front of her and letting her experience what it means to be out of control will she truly go crazy.

Soothing instrumental music was playing in the carriage.

We navigated two U-shaped bends in succession.

Zhu Xun Chuan habitually looked up at the rearview mirror inside the car.

Just one glance.

His brows furrowed instantly, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end silently.

Two hundred meters away, an ordinary black Volkswagen sedan was following at a leisurely pace.

When we were going around the bend, that car clearly slowed down and stayed right at the edge of the blind spot of the surveillance camera. The distance control was extremely precise, which is definitely not the following habit of ordinary vehicles.

A cold glint flashed in Zhu Xunchuan's eyes.

This feeling of being watched, like a thorn in my side, has been present intermittently since I first stepped into the gates of Peking University on the first day of school.

He had always assumed that these were bodyguards sent by Jiang Yao, the sickly heiress of the underworld, or retired mercenaries under Xia Wanying, performing routine security and surveillance.

Because he was involved with too many powerful forces, he was used to it.

But today.

This black Volkswagen had been with him ever since he left Peking University for Xishan No. 1 Courtyard.

Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes turned completely cold.

It wasn't Jiang Yao, nor Xia Wanying. Shen Tianxi's military guard company used military license plates, Su Mucheng's nanny van wasn't that discreet, and Gu Qinghan and Fu Xinghe couldn't possibly have that kind of counter-surveillance capability.

For many days in a row, that sticky gaze felt like a persistent, intractable disease.

Zhu Xun Chuan walked along the tree-lined path of Peking University, his hands in his pockets. From getting food in the cafeteria to shooting hoops on the basketball court, and even while unzipping his zipper in the men's restroom, he could clearly feel a pair of eyes fixed on him from behind.

This feeling is extremely unpleasant.

If it were some female peeping Tom who had a crush on him, that would be one thing, but if it were a man, that would be truly disgusting.

He initially suspected it was one of Jiang Yao's men. After all, that underworld heiress was extremely possessive.

Zhu Xun Chuan took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Jiang Yao: "Miss Jiang, the tracking skills of your gang are too rough. Next time, find someone with a deeper infiltration technique, so as not to disturb me when I go to the bathroom."

Jiang Yao replied instantly: "Who dares to follow you? I'll immediately send the Jiang family's punishment hall to surround Jingda University and chop that bastard into pieces to feed the dogs!"

Upon seeing this reaction, Zhu Xun Chuan quickly posted a picture of his abs to appease the sickly young lady.

It seems that, just as I suspected, it wasn't them spying on me.

Zhu Xun Chuan stopped and activated the [Holographic Scene Perception] feature he had redeemed from the system, scanning the area. The source of the vision was well hidden; the other party's counter-surveillance awareness was extremely professional.

He sneered. The hunter fears least of his patient prey.

It was evening in the auditorium.

The welcome party was having its third dress rehearsal. Su Mucheng was in Shanghai filming a reshoot of her new album's music video and wouldn't be there tonight. This relieved Zhu Xunchuan a little; one less major potential troublemaker.

The auditorium was bustling with noise. Several blinding spotlights shone on the stage.

Shen Tianxi is performing a solo ballet dance on stage.

She wore a pure white, tight-fitting bodysuit for dance. The fabric was extremely elastic, perfectly outlining the full curves of the young girl's emerging body. Beneath her slender swan neck, a large expanse of her snow-white back was exposed to the air. Her legs were encased in extremely tight white stockings, and the insteps of her flexed feet were dazzlingly white under the spotlight.

The song ended. The music stopped.

Shen Tianxi lifted the hem of her pure white gauze skirt and ran off the stage with light steps. Ignoring the stares of the group of male students around her, she went straight to Zhu Xunchuan's seat in the first row.

"Brother Chuan, I'm so tired."

Shen Tianxi threw herself into Zhu Xunchuan's arms. A pleasant scent of peach perfume mixed with the warm, sweaty fragrance of the young girl wafted towards him.

Zhu Xunchuan unscrewed the Nongfu Spring bottle in his hand and handed it over.

Shen Tianxi tilted her head back and gulped down more than half the bottle. A few clear drops of water slid down her delicate lips, flowed over her slender neck, and went straight into the deep cleavage of her bodysuit.

She naturally shifted her body on Zhu Xun Chuan's lap, finding a comfortable position to lean against him. She deliberately lifted her calf, encased in white stockings, and lightly rubbed her toes against the hem of Zhu Xun Chuan's suit trousers.

"How about coming to my place tonight?" Shen Tianxi whispered in Zhu Xunchuan's ear, her breath sweet and her voice cloying. "I got my hands on a rare Holiland outfit, the kind with a really short skirt. I need you to listen to my heartbeat."

A straightforward, pure desire. A deadly temptation.

Zhu Xun Chuan was about to retort with a few crude remarks.

"Da, da, da."

The oppressive sound of high heels tapping on the wooden floor came from one side.

Gu Qinghan approached with a sullen face.

Today she changed into a dark gray, fitted business suit. The black pencil skirt hugged her full hips, emphasizing her waist-to-hip ratio to the extreme.

She swapped her flesh-colored stockings for sheer, ultra-thin black stockings, and wore a pair of aggressively styled black pointed-toe stilettos. Behind her silver-rimmed glasses, her cool eyes gleamed with a chilling aura.

He was exactly like a cold and aloof headmaster who came out to check the dormitories late at night.