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

The huge crystal chandelier above the hall cast a bright light.

The melody of the Wedding March is melodious and resonant.

Liu Ruoyun straightened her back and led Nan Xiang from the end of the red carpet.

Nan Xiang wore a bright red, form-fitting toast dress. The fabric clung tightly to her petite yet voluptuous figure, and the neckline was just right, revealing her full curves.

Her waist was cinched, accentuating her exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio. A high slit opened at the side of her skirt, revealing glimpses of her legs encased in sheer flesh-colored stockings with each step. She wore white lace gloves, and her cheeks held a touch of baby fat, exuding a pure yet alluring charm.

The relatives all cast envious glances their way.

Nan Xiang wore a sweet and obedient smile, keeping pace with Liu Ruoyun's steps.

Her gaze swept casually across the seats in front of her.

My gaze fell on the table where the man's relatives were sitting.

Zhu Xun Chuan, sitting in the corner, was holding a white porcelain teacup and looking at her calmly.

Nan Xiang's breathing stopped for a moment.

The footwork became noticeably unsteady.

Memories of last night in room 802 of the No. 8 Mansion flooded my mind: the large round bed covered with rose petals, the silk camisoles scattered on the floor, and Zhu Xun Chuan's domineering power suppressing me.

My thigh is still aching slightly.

Nan Xiang subconsciously shrank her neck. Although the red mark on the side of her neck was covered with a thick layer of foundation, it still showed a dark red tinge under the overhead light.

Her legs felt weak, and she almost couldn't stand up.

"Wife, be careful." Liu Ruoyun tried to reach out and half-wrap Nan Xiang around her waist, but Nan Xiang pushed Liu Ruoyun away.

Nan Xiang's face was deathly pale, devoid of any color. Her mind raced. Why was Zhu Xun Chuan here? And why was he sitting at the head table of the groom's relatives?

Was he here to get revenge on me?

Could it be that he is the good-for-nothing, poor cousin that Liu Ruoyun mentioned?

This realization completely shattered Nanxiang's psychological defenses.

Liu Ruoyun, completely unaware, smugly led Nan Xiang to Zhu Xunchuan's table.

My aunt immediately stood up, beaming, "Oh my, our young mistress has arrived."

Best man Li Shao stood behind Liu Ruoyun, eyes downcast, not daring to move an inch.

He was screaming in his mind: Liu Ruoyun, you brain-dead idiot! That's a rich young master from the Beijing elite circle who wears a watch worth millions and haute couture. Do you think your wife's meager wealth is enough to fill his teeth?

"Come on, let me formally introduce you all." Liu Ruoyun raised her wine glass, cleared her throat, and deliberately raised her voice, "This is Nan Xiang, the young lady of the Kyoto Big Fruit Company. She usually stays at home and is very innocent."

The relatives at the table echoed each other, showering the table with praise.

"Yes, yes, Ruoyun is managing dozens of people now, she's going to be a big boss someday. Xiaochuan, when you graduate from university and can't find a good job, come back and work for your cousin. We're family, Ruoyun will definitely treat you well." A distant cousin, reeking of alcohol, said.

Liu Ruoyun waved her hand smugly: "Uncle is talking too much. Xiao Chuan is a graduate of Peking University after all. I'll arrange a sinecure for him, with a monthly salary of seven or eight thousand. That's enough to do right by his parents."

Zhu Xun Chuan smiled noncommittally.

Liu Ruoyun turned her gaze to Zhu Xunchuan, raising her chin: "Xiaochuan, see this? This is your sister-in-law. When you look for a girlfriend in the future, you'll have to use this standard. This is based on experience; you have to find someone with a clean background. To be honest, before you dated me, your sister-in-law had never even held a guy's hand. Those flashy, cheap girls out there can't compare. Right, wife?"

Nan Xiang nodded stiffly, her movements barely audible. She dared not look at Zhu Xun Chuan, but his intensely aggressive gaze remained fixed on her.

Zhu Xun Chuan put down his teacup.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice.

"My cousin is indeed capable," Zhu Xun Chuan said calmly. "A girl like this is hard for most people to handle. My sister-in-law looks beautiful in that dress today; it really shows off her figure."

Nan Xiang's breath caught in her throat when she heard the word "figure." Last night, Zhu Xun Chuan had also used the same playful tone to comment on her figure.

Liu Ruoyun thought she was praising him and laughed heartily: "Of course, your sister-in-law is usually very conservative. I specially picked out this dress for her. She wouldn't have dared to wear it if it weren't for our engagement. Your sister-in-law is very virtuous. Last night, she insisted on calling me late at night, and it took me several hours to coax her to sleep."

Zhu Xun Chuan raised an eyebrow. When will Liu Ruoyun be able to change her habit of boasting all the time?

"Really? Late last night?" Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled into a playful smile.

Upon hearing this, Nan Xiang broke out in a cold sweat that soaked through her undergarments.

Last night, she was clearly being tormented by Zhu Xun Chuan in her room at Mansion No. 8 until the middle of the night, both of them drenched in sweat. Liu Ruoyun's hastily fabricated lie to save face directly backfired spectacularly.

An extreme sense of immorality permeated the air.

Zhu Xun Chuan's gaze slowly moved down and stopped on Nan Xiang's flesh-colored stockings: "Sister-in-law is indeed beautiful, congratulations, cousin."

When Nanxiang heard "Congratulations, cousin," she instantly stopped breathing.

Zhu Xunchuan stood up.

He picked up the small wine glass on the table and poured a shallow layer of white wine.

"Cousin, sister-in-law," Zhu Xun Chuan stepped forward, "I wish you a long and happy marriage and many children."

His gaze swept unabashedly over Nan Xiang's body, which was wrapped in a red dress, and finally settled on her neck.

"Sister-in-law, your face is so pale. Did you not sleep well last night?"

Nan Xiang's heart pounded wildly, and her breathing became completely erratic. She looked at the man before her, who wore a half-smile, and pleading tears welled in her eyes.

My wrist is trembling violently.

The wine glass is tilted.

The dark red liquor spilled out, splashing directly onto Nan Xiang's bright red toasting dress, and dripping down her stockinged legs onto the carpet.

"Oh! Honey, what's wrong?" Liu Ruoyun hurriedly pulled out a tissue to wipe her skirt.

Nan Xiang abruptly shook off Liu Ruoyun's hand.

"I'm having a hypoglycemic episode, I'm dizzy." Nan Xiang's voice trembled uncontrollably. "I'm going to the restroom."

After saying that, ignoring the many astonished gazes in the hall, she lifted her skirt and stumbled towards the side passage in her high heels.

Liu Ruoyun stood there, holding a tissue, stunned. She had completely lost face.

The aunt's face fell, and she began to scold Zhu Xun Chuan: "Xiao Chuan, can't you speak properly? Your sister-in-law is already tired, and you still say she hasn't rested well. Aren't you just trying to embarrass her?"

Zhu Xun Chuan wasn't angry and casually retorted, "Auntie is right. I'm a student and don't understand social etiquette. Sister-in-law is indeed too tired; she really needs to train her physical strength."

Double entendre.

Li Shao, who was listening nearby, broke out in a cold sweat. He secretly took out his phone and sent a message to the few second-generation rich kids he had been drinking with: "Brothers, I'm leaving this dinner party early. I advise you guys to leave as soon as possible."

Liu Ruoyun tried to save face: "She's a rich young lady, it's normal for her to have a bit of a temper. Everyone, continue eating and drinking, don't worry about her, let her calm down on her own."

Zhu Xunchuan put down his wine glass.

He found it boring. This predictable, one-sided defeat was far less exciting than the entanglements with women like Gu Qinghan and Meng Wanqing. Liu Ruoyun's shallow vanity seemed utterly ridiculous to him.

"Auntie, I'm going out for a smoke." Zhu Xun Chuan put his hands in his pockets, made up an excuse, and turned to leave the dining table.

My aunt remained silent with a cold expression.

Zhu Xunchuan stepped out of the noisy hall.

The outside corridor is covered with thick sound-absorbing carpet.

The air conditioner was blasting cold air, and the temperature was very low. The wall lamps emitted a warm yellow glow. All around was quiet.

He walked at a leisurely pace, preparing to leave; there was no need to stay any longer.

Since Nan Xiang is married to her cousin Liu Ruoyun, he can't expose her. Besides, she was just an early online dating practice partner, at most a one-night stand, not even a casual acquaintance.

He would definitely have ruined it if it were someone else, but if he exposes it now, his parents will definitely be criticized behind their backs. After all, the older generation can't stand this kind of ethical drama.

Therefore, Nan Xiang is now a complete stranger to him.

If my cousin had a good relationship with me, I would have kindly reminded him, but since the two families are on such bad terms, I can only let him suffer the consequences of his own actions.

My cousin has become a cuckold, and my cousin's wife has become a cuckold's wife. Don't look back.

I just turned a corner.

Behind a dimly lit emergency exit door, a pair of small, trembling hands wearing white lace gloves suddenly reached out.

She grabbed the hem of Zhu Xun Chuan's bespoke suit tightly.

A scent mingled with the aroma of red wine and peach fragrance wafted towards me.

Nan Xiang stood in the shadows, her eyes red-rimmed, biting her lower lip tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.