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

Xie Jing: "..."

The man's gaze darkened in an instant, and a dangerous aura gradually intensified.

He laughed in anger, his deep black eyes fixed on the clueless guy in his arms.

"Can't keep up physically?"

Xie Jing pinched her chin, his voice low and husky, "I thought you already understood."

He suddenly stood up.

Before Jiang Chu could react, he also picked her up in his arms.

"Holy crap, there are other people here!"

Jiang Chu took a breath.

There weren't many customers in the restaurant, and even the closest ones were some distance away. So, no one was really paying attention to them, but it was still a public place after all.

Besides, there are bodyguards watching.

...Although these older guys are probably used to it by now.

Jiang Chu thought to herself, then buried her face in the man's shoulder and neck, "Stop it, I was just joking with you."

Xie Jing glanced at her, then reached out and pressed down on her slender, slightly flailing legs, pulling her firmly into his arms.

"Who's messing with you?" he said, feigning seriousness. "It's just that, as your boyfriend, I have an obligation to prove to you whether my stamina is good or not."

Xie Jing strode out, carrying her in his arms.

The bodyguards followed silently, each with a calm and composed expression.

There were still people in the lobby outside the restaurant. Assistant Wang was still talking to someone, and his eyes twitched slightly when he saw them.

But he quickly adjusted his expression and followed the boss.

Xie Jing walked very quickly and didn't talk to anyone before heading straight out the door.

Jiang Chu was carried into the car.

Rolls-Royce has excellent sound insulation. Once the doors are closed, the rustling wind in the club courtyard and the faint voices in the distance are all shut out into another world.

The car was illuminated by only a single, extremely dim amber ambient light, which divided the rear seat space into ambiguous blocks of light and shadow.

Xie Jing sat in that shadow.

He slowly unzipped his coat, the sound of the metal buckle sliding open amplified in the quiet carriage.

The man casually tossed his heavy sports jacket aside, revealing a thin black shirt clinging to his body underneath.

Beneath that thin layer of fabric lies a formidable body, honed through years of intense self-discipline and combat training, resembling an impenetrable fortress.

His broad shoulders and back undulated like mountains in the dim light, and his chest muscles were full and firm, exuding a dangerous sense of power in every inch.

Jiang Chu was huddled by the other side of the car door in the back seat, her dark eyes darting around like a kitten that had done something naughty and was ready to run away at any moment.

The white pleated skirt had rolled up slightly from the struggle, revealing thighs covered in nude fabric.

Her hair was a little messy, falling like seaweed, and her bright eyes looked even more watery and innocent.

"Hey," Jiang Chu whispered, "what are you doing? We're still in the car!"

"What?" Xie Jing repeated with a half-smile, emphasizing the first word. "What do you think? Or do you want me to find an object for this sentence?"

Jiang Chu: "..."

He was practically about to say "I'll fuck you."

Jiang Chu: "Can't you be a little more civilized!"

Xie Jing looked at her leisurely. "What? Is it uncivilized for me to take off my coat?"

Jiang Chu pouted, "No, it's just that the weather is getting cold now, and I'm worried that you're getting old and might catch a cold."

Xie Jing: "..."

It's starting again, isn't it?

Xie Jing paused for a moment.

Those deep black eyes shone brilliantly in the dim light.

He didn't reply, but simply reached out and hooked his long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles around Jiang Chu's delicate ankle.

"rest assured."

The man's voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an irresistible sense of pressure.

Jiang Chu tried to struggle, but before she could exert any force, she was dragged away by the other party.

Then, following the smooth leather seat, he crashed headfirst into the man's hard, broad chest.

"Ugh—"

Xie Jing grabbed her waist and flipped her over, pressing her tightly against the middle of the spacious back seat.

The man's body was like an impenetrable wall, enveloping her in shadow from above.

His large hands braced against the chair, the veins on the back of his hands slightly bulging, showing strong restraint and patience.

Jiang Chu leaned against him, her slender body almost completely sinking into the soft leather seat, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"It won't get cold."

Xie Jing lowered his head, his high nose bridge brushing against her earlobe, his warm breath spraying onto her sensitive neck, causing a slight shiver to run through her.

"...No," Jiang Chu shrugged instinctively, "No way, no way!"

Xie Jing chuckled softly, the sound reverberating from the depths of his chest, traveling along Jiang Chu's skin and throughout her entire body.

"I need to let you experience it, so you won't always worry about me."

He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his open collar without saying a word.

The moment his palm touched her, Jiang Chu's fingertips trembled.

—That skin was incredibly hot, as if an inextinguishable fire was burning inside it, a world completely different from the sub-zero winter night outside the window.

"You felt it?"

Xie Jing asked in a hoarse voice, his forehead pressed against hers, their breaths mingling, "Who's colder here?"

Jiang Chu retorted stubbornly, "...My hands being cold and you getting cold are two different things."

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow, not bothering to waste words with her, and directly pulled her hand away, slipping it inside his collar and pressing it against the warmest patch of skin below his collarbone.

Jiang Chu tried to pull her fingers back as if she had been burned, but he held them firmly down, preventing her from moving.

Through a thin layer of clothing, one could see full, firm, and elastic pectoral muscles.

With his deep breathing, the muscles bulging with power rippled slightly, radiating an astonishing heat.

Each strong and steady heartbeat struck Jiang Chu's fingertips through her skin.

Jiang Chu couldn't help but pinch it.

hiss.

It feels really good.

Like a streamlined piece of cast iron wrapped in hot leather, it is heavy and hard, yet surprisingly elastic due to its fullness.

A muffled groan, barely suppressed, came from above.

The muscles in his arms, which were supporting him on the seat, suddenly bulged, and the veins on the back of his hands throbbed abruptly due to excessive restraint.

Jiang Chu felt that muscle spasm and contract violently.

Xie Jing's breath hitched, and a dark, intense light surged deep within his eyes.

He couldn't help but grab the girl's waist with one hand, his rough palm sinking deep into her muscles through her clothes.