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

Jiang Chu took the iron bar with both hands; it was much heavier than he had expected.

She mimicked Xie Jing's movements, standing with her feet apart and raising the cue stick in a very professional manner.

But she soon realized something was wrong.

This pole is too long.

At nearly 1.7 meters tall, she felt awkward no matter how she stood, holding this golf club that was custom-made for Xie Jing.

If you straighten your arm, the pole head will be too far from the ground; if you bend down to reach it, your center of gravity will shift too far forward.

"Your posture is incorrect."

Xie Jing's voice suddenly came from very close distance.

Immediately afterwards, a scalding hot body, as hard as an iron wall, pressed silently against her.

Jiang Chu froze.

The man's tall figure enveloped her completely.

His chest pressed tightly against her slender back, his burning body temperature penetrating through the thin fabric without any obstruction, making her ears instantly burn.

"Spread your feet a little wider."

Xie Jing's deep voice rang in her ear, and his warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe.

His right foot gently touched the inside of her ankle from behind, guiding her to widen the distance between her feet by a few inches.

Jiang Chu bit her lower lip and obediently did as she was told.

Soon, a second order arrived.

"Keep your knees slightly bent and your weight on the balls of your feet. Don't stand on your tiptoes."

Xie Jing placed one of his large hands on the side of her hip bone and pressed down gently, forcing her to bend her knees slightly.

The man's palm was large and hot, and through the fabric, it could almost envelop her entire waist.

"Where are you putting your hands?"

"I'll teach you how to stand," the person said without changing their expression. "Don't overthink it."

Jiang Chu: "..."

Immediately afterwards, his arms reached out from behind her, his long, strong fingers covering her small hands that were holding the golf club.

Those rough, calloused hands enveloped her slender fingers.

"When gripping the club, the left hand is on top, with the web of your thumb aligned with the front of the shaft. The right hand is on the bottom, with your little finger hooked around the index finger of your left hand."

As he spoke, he patiently pried open her fingers, adjusting each one to the correct position.

He wrapped her arms around his upper arms from both sides, encircling her in a tight, airtight embrace.

Jiang Chu was trapped in the narrow space between himself and the golf club, and apart from the crisp oak scent emanating from him, he could not smell anything else.

"Then, when you're going back up, you don't use the strength of your arms."

Xie Jing's voice continued to ring in her ears.

He held her hands in his and began to demonstrate a slow-motion swing with her.

He guided the cue stick to slowly lift it to the right and back.

His upper body turned slightly, his broad chest causing her slender back to rotate along with him.

"The power originates from the waist and hips, travels through the shoulders to the arms, and finally reaches the pole. You're a dancer, so you should understand this more easily than most people."

He spoke with utmost seriousness, his tone revealing professional patience.

But the problem is—

Jiang Chu didn't hear a single word.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of his hard pectoral muscles, his large, hot hands, his close breath, and his sweet fragrance.

"Did you understand?"

Xie Jing's voice suddenly drew closer, his lips almost touching her earlobe.

Jiang Chu snapped to attention and nodded reflexively, "I understand, I understand, I understand."

"Then you try it yourself."

The man finally stepped back half a step.

Jiang Chu breathed a sigh of relief. She gripped the cue stick, mimicked the movements she had been led to make, took a deep breath, and swung it with all her might.

"Whoosh—"

The club traced a sharp arc.

However, the small white ball lying quietly on the pedestal remained completely still.

Jiang Chu missed.

The immense inertia caused her to stumble forward.

"!"

A large hand swiftly grabbed her waist and pulled her back steadily.

Jiang Chu was pulled back into the man's arms, the back of her head hitting his hard chest with a dull thud.

"...Ouch." She rubbed the back of her head, pouting slightly, "I won't fall! My balance is pretty good! I just haven't quite gotten the hang of it yet."

Xie Jing looked down at her defiant little face and couldn't help but laugh.

"Didn't you just say you understood?"

"I thought I understood!" Jiang Chu said angrily. "It's all your fault. You were so close, I couldn't concentrate at all."

She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.

Xie Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of amusement appearing in his dark eyes.

"Can't concentrate?"

Jiang Chu instinctively shrank back.

"Because of me?"

"Well," Jiang Chu turned her face away guiltily, "I would feel uncomfortable if anyone got that close to me, even if it was my dad."

Xie Jing gave a half-smile. "You mean the one you called an old bastard on the phone?"

Jiang Chu: "...Chairman, shouldn't you be using your brain to remember more valuable things? Don't waste your storage space!"

Xie Jing smiled and said, "First, the human brain's memory capacity is about 2.5 PB, equivalent to 300 million hours of video content. Remembering the line you used to insult your father only consumes about one billionth of the total number of synapses in my brain, which is far from a waste."

Jiang Chu: "?"

The man looked at her leisurely. "Secondly, from an evolutionary psychology perspective, the brain prioritizes encoding social information with strong emotional connotations. I like you, so my amygdala and hippocampus work together to mark all kinds of information related to you as 'worth archiving'."

Jiang Chu's face flushed again. "You're not a psychology student, so why do you always talk about psychology?"

"...If you study anything related to brain science, you will inevitably have to read a lot of psychology literature."

Xie Jing smiled slightly, took the cue from her hand, turned around and walked to the rack, where he replaced it with a much shorter women's cue.

"Use this." He handed her the short pole. "The one from before was mine; it was too long for you to reach."

Jiang Chu took the new golf club, weighed it in his hand, and found that it was indeed much lighter and the length was much more comfortable.

"Then why didn't you just give me this one?"

She looked at him with some suspicion.

Xie Jing remained expressionless: "I forgot."

Jiang Chu: "..."

That's a lie.

This man was clearly doing it on purpose. He deliberately gave her a long pole that she couldn't reach, so he could have an excuse to come up behind her and "teach" her hand-in-hand.

Although she cursed him a hundred times in her heart, the blush on Jiang Chu's face just wouldn't go away.

She snorted, gripped the new club, and stood back in front of the tee.

This time, Xie Jing didn't come up to him from behind.

He stood just a step behind her, his arms crossed over his chest, his calm black eyes watching her movements, occasionally offering a few words of advice.

"Relax your shoulders, don't shrug."

"Yes, bend your knees a little more... a little more."

"Keep the clubface straight ahead, don't tilt it."

"Keep your eyes on the ball when you twist your waist, and don't move your head."

Jiang Chu followed the instructions one by one.

She already had strong physical coordination and the ability to imitate movements.

After being corrected a few times, her posture and grip on the bar were already quite good.

"despair--"

This time, the cue finally struck the ball squarely.

The white ball bounced out, and although it didn't fly very far and its arc was a bit crooked, it did indeed fly out.

"Hit!"

Jiang Chu jumped up excitedly, turned around holding the cue stick, and her eyes shone as if they were filled with stars.

"Did you see that?! I hit it! It flew so far!"

"Yes, I saw it." Xie Jing's eyes softened considerably as he stepped forward and ruffled her hair. "Not bad, you have talent."