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

As soon as Xu Muyao left, Xie Jing completely broke away from the elder's mode.

Jiang Chu silently moved to the side. "Um, do you want to eat together...?"

The man snorted coldly, his tall figure approaching with an intense sense of oppression.

He sat down in the sofa booth, stretched out his long arm, grabbed the slender waist, and dragged the girl in the white pleated skirt to his lap.

Jiang Chu gasped in surprise, but before she could speak, she was kissed.

His long, strong fingers gripped the back of her head and fiercely sealed her lips with his.

The kiss came suddenly and fiercely, carrying an intense, irrepressible sense of punishment and possessiveness.

Jiang Chu didn't eat much, only drank a beverage, the sweet aroma lingering on her lips and tongue.

Xie Jing bit her lips lightly, his tongue forcefully forcing its way through her teeth.

"Um... thank you..."

Jiang Chu's body went limp from his kisses, her hands gripping his collar tightly, almost melting into the man's broad, hot embrace.

After a while, Xie Jing finally released the girl in his arms, his rough fingertips tracing her slightly swollen lips, caressing them intimately.

His breathing was heavy, and a faint, lingering fire still burned in his dark eyes. His voice was terribly hoarse.

"What did that kid surnamed Xu want from you just now?"

Jiang Chu lay on his chest, and when she heard the man's question, which was filled with barely suppressed jealousy, she couldn't help but laugh again.

"I didn't do anything..."

Jiang Chu stretched out her index finger and gently poked his firm pectoral muscles. "He was just over there giving me a lesson on bird science."

As she said this, she raised her face, her bright eyes looking at him teasingly.

What do you think?

"I thought?"

Xie Jing looked down at her, his large hand giving her a light pinch on her soft waist. "You two seem to be having a very pleasant conversation. Are you quite familiar with each other?"

"Not familiar with them."

Jiang Chu shook her head, not bothering to hide anything, and leaned openly on his shoulder. "However, he just expressed his relief that I broke up with Wei Jing. He said he used to really hate Wei Jing's nouveau riche idiot face. Oh, right—"

She paused, her clear eyes meeting Xie Jing's scrutinizing gaze directly, her tone calm and sincere:

"A few months ago, he got my contact information from someone else and sent me a long essay confessing his feelings, along with his professionally edited photos. He wanted to ask me out and persuade me to dump Wei Jing and be with him. I declined."

Jiang Chu pursed her lips. "Of course, most of that essay was criticizing Wei Jing, telling me how bad his character was, rather than... expressing feelings for me, you know what I mean?"

Xie Jing remained noncommittal, "You mean to say he doesn't really like you?"

"We've never even met. He's just a looks-obsessed guy at most," Jiang Chu shrugged. "It's normal for a rich second-generation college student this age. He was really happy when he heard that I dumped Wei Jing and found a boyfriend who's hundreds of millions richer than Wei Jing and can punch Wei Jing away with one punch."

After listening to Jiang Chu's candid explanation, the man's previously tense jawline relaxed slightly.

Those deep black eyes stared at her, the darkness in them somewhat obscure.

He paused for a moment, his long fingers running through her soft hair. "He's already given you an excuse... He clearly doesn't want you to bring this up."

Xie Jing lowered his head, his high, straight nose nuzzling her cheek affectionately, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of inquiry:

"Chuchu, you're very smart. You knew perfectly well that telling me about his past pursuit of you would make me unhappy and jealous. Why did you still tell me everything about your past, hmm?"

Jiang Chu felt a little itchy from his rubbing and shrank back, but he pulled her back.

Looking at the man before her, who was so powerful that he seemed omnipotent, yet occasionally revealed a hint of insecurity in matters of the heart, she felt a soft, tender feeling in her heart.

"First of all, you're already unhappy and jealous. And I think telling the truth will put people at ease. The truth is that there was never anything between him and me. We had no relationship before, and there's no spark between us now."

Jiang Chu sighed, cupped his cold, handsome face in her hands, and looked at him intently, each word deliberate and serious:

"Most importantly, I won't lie to you, Xie Jing."

Xie Jing's eyes flickered.

"Xu Muyao meant well just now, trying to make up an excuse to help us get through this, but... he doesn't know the depth of our feelings, he doesn't understand you, and he doesn't understand me either."

Jiang Chu leaned forward slightly, their noses touching.

"He knows you're good at business, but beyond that, you might just be a high-and-mighty person who gets angry with his girlfriend over the smallest things. He wants to use conventional methods to help us settle things. But I don't think it's necessary."

Jiang Chu spoke slowly and deliberately, and then gently kissed him.

"You are my boyfriend, the person I want to spend my life with. We don't need this kind of backfiring. He pursued me, that's all. I ignored him, that's all. I'm being honest and straightforward, and there's nothing I can't let you know. I don't want a small lie to leave even the slightest shadow of suspicion between us. Mr. Xie, I trust you, so I hope you trust me too."

Xie Jing gazed at her thoughtfully.

Something seemed to be collapsing in his mind, followed by a surge of heat that almost drowned him.

He had heard countless lies, countless flattery, and countless elaborate cover-ups woven for personal gain.

The moment he left his mother and went to China, he was still a child, but his childhood was already over.

Growing up in such a cutthroat environment, he had to be suspicious of everyone and to figure out the business motives behind every word.

But this young girl in front of me—

She had her own calculations and ideas, but she also gave him a very sincere love.

"neat……"

Xie Jing called out to her in a hoarse voice.

His kiss landed again.

It contains an intense, almost suffocating tenderness and love.

He traced his kisses down her red lips, down her delicate chin, down her slender swan neck, and finally left a deep red mark on her collarbone.

"Ugh... Stop pinching me... Xie Jing, this is a restaurant..."

Jiang Chu was so agitated by him that even the tips of her toes tensed up. Her fair fingers gripped his shoulders weakly, and she was almost about to cry out in a spoiled tone.

After a long while, Xie Jing slowly raised his head, his dark eyes filled with suppressed desire, and his large hand lingered on the hem of his skirt a few times.

Jiang Chu finally caught a chance to catch her breath and looked at him, who was so moved by her sweet words, yet also somewhat disheveled from being tormented by desire.

Her mischievous side resurfaced.

Jiang Chu deliberately snuggled closer to the man, and whispered in his ear in a soft, innocent yet provocative voice.

"Uncle Xie...why did you stop? Is it because...you're getting old and your stamina isn't what it used to be?"

Xie Jing suddenly froze.