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

Su Mucheng's chest heaved violently, her silk camisole stretched taut to its limit: "You think he's fooling around? That's because you're such a cold-blooded animal that you have no idea how good he is! Forget about canceling three gigs, even if the King of Heaven himself came today, if I couldn't find Zhu Xunchuan, I wouldn't go anywhere!"

"You dare!" Xie Jinghong roared, her anger blazing. "If you dare step out of this door, I'll blacklist you!"

"Whatever."

Su Mucheng hung up the phone decisively and immediately added the number to her blacklist.

She looked up, a chilling madness in her eyes. She walked to the worktable and grabbed the spare phone, which was usually strictly controlled by the public relations department.

That was the device she used to log into her Weibo account, which had 50 million active followers.

"Chengcheng! What are you doing!" Sister Song sensed something was wrong and was terrified. She rushed over and hugged Su Mucheng's leg. "My little darling! You can't post this! You just turned things around yesterday. If you post something personal now, your image will be completely ruined! The investors will kill us!"

"Get out of the way!"

Su Mucheng struggled to break free from Sister Song, her fingers frantically tapping on the screen.

In the photo album, there was only one picture she had secretly taken of Zhu Xunchuan's profile from behind. It was taken that day outside the RV at the film studio, when he was wearing a black trench coat and shielding her from Wang Jianye. His face wasn't visible, but his tall, broad shoulders and the Patek Philippe Nautilus on his wrist were clearly visible.

Select the photo.

Caption.

[I've lost my light. He's been out of contact for twelve hours, and I'm terrified. Please, everyone, help me find him. I'm personally offering a lifetime VVIP concert ticket, plus five million in cash, as a reward for anyone who provides a lead and verifies it.]

There were no unnecessary explanations, no public relations rhetoric.

Only the most direct and naked declaration.

Click. Send.

"boom!"

Just three minutes after this Weibo post was published.

Sina Weibo's backend server, the super server that claimed to be able to withstand eight celebrities cheating at the same time, crashed directly.

The page turned into a glaring 404 error.

On this ordinary morning, 50 million fans were bombarded with a nuclear bomb by their idol.

#Su Mucheng promises lifetime tickets to find people#

#Top Celebrity's Little Darling's Cyber ​​Search for Her Husband#

#Who exactly is that man?#

In just ten minutes, even with the server crashing, these three terms still jumped to the top three of the trending searches with an alarming amount of data, each followed by a glaring purplish-red "Explosive" character.

The internet is in an uproar.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Chengcheng's account got hacked?!"

"Five million in cash! Lifetime VVIP! This is an absolute slap on the wrist for a man!"

"That back view is amazing! That watch on her wrist is a discontinued Nautilus, worth twelve million! What an incredible couple they are!"

"Brothers, your chance to get rich has arrived! Conduct a thorough online search and find this guy!"

At this moment, the capital world, the entertainment industry, the fan community, and the general public reached a bizarre consensus. Countless people transformed into cyber Sherlock Holmes, frantically comparing the clothes, watches, and backgrounds in the photos.

at the same time.

Kyoto Public Security Bureau Command Center.

The red light for the emergency call was flashing wildly, and the entire lobby was filled with the piercing ringing of the phone.

"Hello, is this 110? I need to report a missing person; Su Mucheng's husband is missing!"

"Officer, please check the security footage! It's related to my concert tickets for the rest of my life!"

The command center director, sweating profusely, roared as he watched the number of calls surge to thirty times the usual amount: "Contact the internet police immediately! Suppress this trending topic! Have these celebrity worshippers gone mad?!"

in the corner.

Old Zhang, a veteran traffic policeman, held a thermos cup and squinted at the trending photo on his phone that he had finally managed to find.

He zoomed in on the profile picture.

On a nearby computer screen, a screenshot from a surveillance camera at the North Third Ring Road intersection from last night was displayed. In the footage, a black Volkswagen with its headlights off and a fake license plate flashed by. In the passenger seat of the Volkswagen, the profile of an unconscious man could be vaguely seen.

The man's hairstyle, the outline of his collar, and the watch on his wrist reflecting the streetlights.

The figure's silhouette overlaps with the one in the trending photo by a staggering 90%.

Old Zhang's hand trembled, and the goji berry water in his thermos spilled all over the table.

"Director!" Old Zhang jumped to his feet, his voice trembling. "This has blown up! This isn't just fans causing trouble; it's highly likely a serious case of premeditated kidnapping!"

……

Classroom for the Introduction to Modern Literature course, Faculty of Letters, Kyoto University.

10:00 AM.

Gu Qinghan stood on the podium. Today, she wore a dark gray fitted blazer over a white silk shirt, paired with a pencil skirt and alluring black stockings, and seven-centimeter stilettos. Silver-rimmed glasses perched on her high nose, giving her an aura of a cold and ruthless ice queen.

The classroom was completely silent.

Gu Qinghan's gaze swept across the lecture hall and landed on the last row, in the window seat.

empty.

Zhu Xunchuan did not come.

A sudden, inexplicable irritation rose within her. The absurdity of last night in the underground parking garage, and the shame of actually yielding to him, kept her awake all night. She had planned to give this audacious guy a good talking-to in class today.

"Class monitor, has Zhu Xun Chuan asked for leave?" Gu Qinghan's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

The class monitor stood up, swallowed hard, and said, "Reporting to Teacher Gu, no. Lin Yuan and the others said that Brother Chuan hasn't returned to the dormitory since he finished playing basketball last night, and they can't get through to him on the phone."

Didn't return to the dorm? Can't get through on the phone?

Gu Qinghan's brows furrowed sharply.

Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the metal pen in her hand.

Just then, several girls in the front row who were secretly scrolling through their phones suddenly let out a suppressed gasp.

"Oh my god! Su Mucheng posted on Weibo!"

"My god, a five million reward for information leading to his arrest! That back view looks so much like our Brother Chuan!!"

"Absolutely! Chuan-ge is the only one in the whole school who owns a nautilus shell!"

Although the exclamations were soft, they were still clearly audible in the quiet classroom.

Gu Qinghan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Su Mucheng? Five million yuan to find someone? A silhouette?

An extremely dangerous intuition instantly shattered her rationality. It wasn't because of jealousy, but because she knew Zhu Xun Chuan's methods and abilities all too well. What could make Zhu Xun Chuan unable to send a message and completely disappear from contact was definitely not going to see any woman.

problem occurs.

"Click."

A crisp sound.

On the podium, the Parker metal fountain pen, worth several thousand yuan, was snapped in two by Gu Qinghan's bare hands. Ink dripped from her fair fingers onto the lesson plan, a shocking sight.

The entire lecture hall fell silent instantly. Everyone stared in horror at the usually composed and unflappable counselor.

Gu Qinghan threw the broken pen on the table and walked off the stage in her high heels.

"This period is for self-study. Class monitor, please maintain discipline."

Leaving behind a chilling remark, Gu Qinghan pushed open the classroom door and strode away. The sound of her high heels on the floor was rapid and filled with murderous intent.