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

"Really?" Jiang Chu asked smugly.

"Really." Xie Jing paused, then added honestly, "It's about forty meters."

Jiang Chu's smile froze for a moment.

She recalled that Xie Jing had just casually swung his hand and covered 230 meters.

"Hmph." Jiang Chu turned around defiantly, re-established her fighting stance, and said, "Again!"

For the next half hour or so, Jiang Chu felt like he was locked in a battle with that little white ball.

She kept hitting the ball, gradually improving from her initial shaky 40 meters.

Although the direction was still somewhat unstable, sometimes veering left and sometimes right, and even two balls rolled directly into the small pond next to it, the distance was indeed steadily increasing.

Xie Jing stood not far behind her the whole time, sometimes giving instructions, sometimes just watching quietly.

Occasionally, when she loses her balance and is about to fall while swinging, he would always reach out a hand at just the right moment to subtly support her waist or shoulder.

"Take a break if you're tired."

"I'm not tired!" Jiang Chu insisted.

A thin layer of sweat did appear on her forehead, and her breathing was more rapid than before. The dry, cold winter wind blew by, and the sweat made her sneeze slightly.

Xie Jing walked over and snatched the cue stick from her hand.

Then he took off his dark blue sports jacket and covered Jiang Chu's head with it.

The thick, soft clothing instantly enveloped her, carrying the unique, warm scent of a man and a faint fragrance of fir wood.

The coat was ridiculously large on her; the hem almost reached her knees, and the sleeves were so long they completely swallowed her hands.

Wrapped in his huge coat, Jiang Chu looked like a cat that had mistakenly put on its owner's clothes, making her appear even smaller.

"So big."

She lifted her two empty sleeves and shook them with amusement.

Xie Jing's gaze deepened as he looked at the two empty sleeves and the slender, white collarbone peeking out from the wide neckline.

He stepped forward, raised his hand with remarkable ease, and unzipped his jacket all the way down to her chin, casually brushing aside the stray hairs that had fallen across her cheeks from her exercise.

"Don't get cold."

"Okay."

Jiang Chu looked up at him, wrapped in his coat, her eyes crinkling with laughter in the winter sun.

The distant mountains are silent and gentle, and the dark green lawn gleams softly in the warm sun.

Xie Jing looked down at her, and his usually cold and deep black eyes were now filled with an almost overwhelming tenderness that even he himself had not expected.

He reached out and scooped the little thing, wrapped up like a rice dumpling, back into his arms.

"Let's go, I'll take you to get something to eat."

"What do you want to eat?"

What would you like to eat?

"Mmm... hot chocolate! And roasted chestnuts! And those taiyaki that's crispy on the outside and soft and chewy on the inside!"

"OK."

"Really? Do you sell them here?"

"No. Send someone to buy it."

"That must be a long way to go, right?"

"Um."

"That would be too much trouble for them..."

"No trouble at all. I'll pay, so you can have whatever you want without any hassle."

Jiang Chu was taken aback by his nonchalant domineering manner and remained speechless for a long time.

In the end, she just buried her face in his chest and mumbled, "Xie Jing, you're too good to me."

The man lowered his head and placed a very light kiss on the top of her head.

"Not good enough."

The midday sun cast long, slender shadows of the two figures nestled together, projecting them onto the dark green lawn like a beautiful silhouette painting.

Less than half an hour later, the club's personal butler delivered an insulated food container.

The rich, hot chocolate milk was served in a double-walled, sterling silver thermos, with a few soft, delicate roasted marshmallows floating on top.

The chestnuts, carefully wrapped in oiled paper and roasted over charcoal, all split open, revealing their golden, soft, and chewy kernels.

The taiyaki is made to order, with a crispy outer layer that crumbles easily, and filled with red bean paste and bursting custard sauce.

Jiang Chu sat in the golf cart, wrapped in a sports jacket that looked like a cape, holding a steaming hot chocolate in one hand and biting into a sweet taiyaki.

Xie Jing sat beside her, a tablet computer on her lap.

The man's long, slender fingers flew across the screen as he reviewed the cross-border commodity clearing report that had just arrived from Europe, while simultaneously sending instructions to his secretariat.

Even on a golf course, the high-intensity work of the top chaebol leaders never truly stops.

"...It's delicious," Jiang Chu swallowed the sweets in her mouth, raised her chin at him, and said, "This efficiency is top-notch, both speed and quality are excellent."

Xie Jing raised his hand, picked up a tissue, and gently wiped away the little bit of custard sauce that had gotten on the corner of her lips.

"Are you full? Shall we go and rest?"

"No! I was just too weak from hunger, but now I'm fully charged!"

Jiang Chu placed the empty cup on the tray and then picked up the lightweight lever with a proud and imposing air.

"That ball was almost 60 meters away. I'm sure I can do even better with more practice. Also, the food I just ate was high in calories, so I need to burn them off quickly!"

"...Then good luck."

Once they got carried away, it went on until evening.

As the sun sets, the magnificent sunset paints the mountain ridges in a deep orange-red hue, and the shadows on the lawn are stretched extremely long.

Jiang Chu was so tired that she could barely lift her arms, and there were a few bits of grass stuck to the hem of her pleated skirt.

Xie Jing carried her directly into the car.

"...There's a dinner tonight. A few of our old partners from the French side just landed in Beijing, so we're just going to say hello. It's not some serious negotiation."

As Xie Jing drove his golf cart towards the restaurant, he turned to the young girl beside him who was rubbing her sore wrist and asked, "Do you want to go?"

Jiang Chu blinked. "Do they speak Chinese or English?"

"No, it was all in French."

"Never mind then, I won't go and embarrass myself," Jiang Chu leaned back in her chair. "I'll go to the buffet on the first floor. Come pick me up when you're done."

Xie Jing escorted her to the stylish buffet restaurant with a view on the first floor. Before she went upstairs, he specially left two of his best bodyguards behind.

The restaurant is surrounded on three sides by huge bulletproof floor-to-ceiling glass walls, with an elegant winter wetland landscape right outside the windows.

Jiang Chu took an exquisite white porcelain plate and strolled around the seafood and Wagyu beef section, picking and choosing a few items.

She found a secluded booth by the window and was just about to start eating when her gaze was drawn to a bright spot outside the window.

At dusk and nightfall, a beautiful little bird stood quietly on the branch of a holly tree that had lost its leaves.

The little bird was round and plump, like a fluffy snowball. What was most peculiar was the extremely bright pink feather on its chest, which looked exceptionally beautiful and lively against the desolate winter background.

"That's a red-bellied finch, belonging to the genus *Finch* in the family Finchidae."

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant male voice rang out, carrying a youthful vigor.

Jiang Chu paused for a moment, then turned her head away.

A young man was standing in the aisle holding a drink.

He was quite tall, wearing a workwear down jacket, with relaxed eyebrows and eyes, and a very relaxed aura.

The man pointed out the window, "In winter, they migrate in small groups from Siberia further north or to Northeast my country to overwinter. There are special constant-temperature plants and artificial feeding points here, so they like to perch on this branch to rest at this time of year. Did you see it shaking its feathers just now? That's how it locks in its body heat by fluffing up its feathers."

Although Jiang Chu was a little surprised by the stranger's advances, the other person's tone was natural and not at all greasy.

She smiled politely and said, "I see, thank you."

Hearing this distant thank you, the man sighed helplessly.

He put his hands in his down jacket pockets, bent down slightly, and said, "Jiang Chu, you really don't remember me at all?"