A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

Jiang Chu was instantly lifted into the air and hoisted up by him, so that for a moment he could even look down at him.

"Stop fooling around—"

She reached out and braced herself on the man's shoulder. "Wait, are you serious?"

Xie Jing looked up at her and said, "It's true. When you see beautiful things, the nucleus accumbens in your brain releases dopamine. The same sentence, when said by an expert with an ordinary appearance, has completely different neural coding intensity in a child's brain than when you say it. Moreover, experts are unlikely to say the same thing to you; they prefer to use cognitive behavioral therapy to change negative thinking."

He put the girl down, put one arm around her slender waist, and pinched her cheek with the other.

"Beauty itself is a natural emotional stimulant. Your face, voice, and dance can provide multi-sensory stimulation, activating that girl's reward system. This is passively received, which is much simpler than actively trying to think more positively."

Jiang Chu listened intently, only snapping out of her reverie when he stopped. "I think you're more like the expert," she said.

Xie Jing looked down at her, somewhat surprised. "You like listening to these things?"

"I love it!" Jiang Chu nodded vigorously. "It's so interesting! It's this kind of knowledge that allows us, uh, to understand humanity, instead of just saying things like, 'Kids are just making a fuss,' 'Kids are just being unreasonable,' or 'Kids are just shallow and only care about looks'! It's full of condescending disdain, as if they themselves are so smart and profound."

She paused. "Anything else? Are there any other analyses?"

Xie Jing gazed into those bright, sparkling eyes. "...Dance. When you dance in front of her, the mirror neurons in her brain are activated, and she will unconsciously imitate some movements in her mind. This allows people to temporarily escape their own painful feelings and experience a kind of vicarious pleasure. Moreover, dance itself has vitality and a sense of control, which is a powerful psychological suggestion for children who feel powerless."

Jiang Chu's eyes lit up. "Wow! I was like that when I was little! Seeing my teacher dance would always make me feel better! So that's why!"

Looking at her excited and bewildered expression, Xie Jing couldn't help but lower his head and kiss the girl on the lips again.

Jiang Chu: "!"

Her face flushed even redder. She turned to look at the bodyguards in the distance, as well as Assistant Wang, who had already hidden outside.

Jiang Chu silently buried her head in his chest. "Are you studying psychology?"

"...No," Xie Jing chuckled, "I majored in cognitive neuroscience and evolutionary biology."

Jiang Chu was quite shocked. "Is there a big difference between these two?"

Xie Jing nodded, "Yes, there's very little overlap in the courses, but the school there doesn't have as many requirements; you just need to complete the required credits."

Jiang Chu found it unbelievable, "I thought someone from your background would major in something like finance or business in college."

"That's what the old man thought too, but his health wasn't good back then," Xie Jing said calmly. "I was happy to see him break down like that."

Jiang Chu recalled Lao Xie's various actions. If Xie Jing had been less capable or unlucky, he would have died eight hundred times over. She could understand her boyfriend's meaning.

"And I liked it," Xie Jing continued, "although in the circles I was in at the time, apart from my classmates in my major, many people rejected these things, and even... I eventually stopped talking about it."

Jiang Chu asked in surprise, "Why?"

"Because those heirs to wealthy families are a pragmatic and results-oriented group, and they don't like to be reminded that their so-called rational choices may just be a combination of the brain's reward system, fear avoidance, and class domestication."

Xie Jing casually remarked, "Imagine you think you're an elite who controls the world's wealth, a trader, a higher life form, but cold, hard biology says you're just a carbon-based animal governed by chemicals and conditioned reflexes."

Jiang Chu: "...That's right. Otherwise, why would I want to be a silicon-based life form and live on Cybertron?"

Xie Jing was amused by her.

Jiang Chu opened her arms and hugged him. "If they don't want to listen, that's fine. From now on, you can only tell me!"

Xie Jing hugged her back, pressing his hand firmly on the girl's back as if trying to merge the slender, supple body in his arms into his flesh and blood.

"……good."

He said in a low voice.

The two snuggled together for a moment until Xie Jing's phone vibrated. He picked it up, looked at it, replied to two messages, and then picked up his girlfriend.

"Let's go, I'll take you to play ball."

"Play golf?" Jiang Chu blinked blankly as he held her in his arms. "I don't know how to play golf."

"I'll teach you."

They re-entered the golf cart, bathed in the warm winter sun.

The golf carts drove along the smooth gravel path deeper into the course.

The golf course is built on a gentle slope, with the rolling ridges of the western mountains in the distance and a large expanse of meticulously manicured, temperature-controlled grass nearby.

The winter air is dry and crisp, and sunlight reflects off the tips of the grass blades, creating dappled patterns that look like a thin layer of shattered gold.

The golf cart was parked in a private, independent practice area.

Separated from the main stadium by a grove of trees, the area was quiet, with only the occasional bird calls coming from afar.

Several rows of practice tees were neatly arranged on the ground, while a set of custom-made golf clubs, each with a finely hand-wound grip, were displayed on a rack to the side.

Xie Jing pulled a 7-iron from the rack, weighed it in his hand, and turned to look at Jiang Chu, who was curiously looking around the course.

"come over."

Jiang Chu obediently jogged over, her white pleated skirt fluttering slightly in the winter wind.

She stood on the lawn, looked up at the man who was nearly thirty centimeters taller than her, and reached out her hand somewhat shyly to take the golf club.

Xie Jing didn't give her the pole.

"Let me play one first."

As he spoke, he casually pulled a ball out of his pocket and bent down to place it on the ball seat.

The man's slender body leaned slightly forward, his feet naturally separated at shoulder width, his broad shoulders forming a smooth and powerful arc.

The swing motion was clean and crisp, with almost no unnecessary amplitude.

"despair--"

A crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground rang out, and the white ball, like a shooting star, drew an extremely beautiful parabola and disappeared into the distance at the edge of the lush green lawn.

Jiang Chu stared dumbfounded in the direction the ball disappeared, then turned to look at Xie Jing's nonchalant expression, as if he had just casually swatted a mosquito.

"So far away..."

"Two hundred and thirty. Average." Xie Jing propped the pole upright on the ground, turned his head to look at her, and said, "Come on, give it a try."