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

Jiang Chu: "..."

Xie Jing was lost in his memories. "He was quite strict and often called on people randomly for impromptu oral defenses of their papers. I discussed it with him a few times."

He remained silent for a few seconds.

Jiang Chu raised an eyebrow. "Were those pleasant memories?"

"It's hard to say," Xie Jing said, carrying the books towards the stairs. "What do you need these for?"

Jiang Chu followed beside him, skipping and hopping up the marble steps, excitedly recounting how she had received the invitation and signed up for the competition that day.

She patted the side of the stack of books as she spoke.

"That final published book is amazing! Over a thousand top university libraries worldwide will archive it, and many top academic journals will cite it!"

She paused, then suddenly realized that her boyfriend was definitely better at theoretical and academic matters than she was.

"Although my assignments and reports are not very good... I find this topic very interesting."

Xie Jing carried the stack of books into her bedroom, placed them on the table, then turned around and looked at the girl standing at the door, still excitedly rambling on.

The warm yellow wall lamp cast a soft glow on her silhouette.

He stared at her silently for a few seconds.

Jiang Chu's voice grew softer and softer.

She wasn't sure what he wanted to say.

Should I not have done that?

Or, to put it another way—if you want to publish a book, I can pay for it for you; you don't need to participate in such a troublesome competition?

"..."

Xie Jing looked away, opened the top blue-gray hardcover book, and turned to the table of contents.

He glanced at the title of Chapter Two: "Neural precoding of motor intentions—why viewers can perceive emotions before the action occurs."

"Start reading from here," the man said in a deep voice. "You can skip the preface. The first chapter is his overview of the evolutionary framework, which isn't directly helpful for your current writing, so you can skim through it. The second chapter begins with the core arguments of this book, and it directly addresses the core issue of your competition topic."

Jiang Chu silently leaned closer, looked at the words, then looked up and said, "Okay!"

She smiled and said, "I'll watch carefully!"

Xie Jing looked at the little girl who had looked up at him, "If you have any questions, you can discuss them with me."

Jiang Chu couldn't help but chuckle, "Okay, Professor Xie."

Looking at her expression, Xie Jing felt a sudden urge to ask, "...but before you ask a question, reread the part you didn't understand three times."

Jiang Chu nodded vigorously.

Xie Jing finally couldn't resist and reached out to pinch her cheek.

The girl's skin was very fine and smooth, like a freshly peeled boiled egg. Once you touched it with your fingertips, you didn't want to let go.

"...I'll find you a collection of his extended readings, which contains some supplementary research."

"Mmm," Jiang Chu grasped his hand and gently scratched the man's palm with her fingertips, "I know, teacher."

Xie Jing looked down at the delicate, white fingers writhing in his palm.

He grabbed her wrist with his other hand and pulled her into his arms.

Jiang Chu crashed into his chest.

Before she could even complain, the man's other hand lifted her chin, and he lowered his head to kiss her.

The kiss wasn't rushed, but it carried a deep, possessive desire that made one's legs go weak.

His lips were warm and strong, and when they covered hers, it was like spreading out a soft net, gathering all her breaths into his rhythm.

His tongue slowly pried open her teeth, unhurriedly and with a chilling patience, as if savoring an extremely precious delicacy.

Jiang Chu raised her hand and grabbed the fabric of his shirt, tilting her head back to receive the deep, warm kiss.

After a long while, Xie Jing slowly released her.

The man's forehead pressed against hers, his nose brushing against hers, his breathing slightly heavy. "Do whatever you want."

Jiang Chu was still a little dazed, her eyes glazed as she looked at his face so close to hers.

"If you need my help, just let me know."

Xie Jing placed his large hand on the back of her head, his fingertips gently stroking her soft hair, his voice deeper than before, "I will support you in everything."

Jiang Chu's eyes welled up slightly, and then she tiptoed and returned his kiss on the corner of his lips.

"It's settled then."

she says.

Xie Jing gave a soft "hmm," then gently kissed her forehead before releasing her. "Let's go downstairs and eat."

Tonight's dinner table still features two distinct styles.

In front of Jiang Chu were four dishes and a soup, all prepared by the family chef according to her taste: sour soup with fatty beef, stir-fried chicken gizzards with pickled lotus root and pickled peppers, cold lemon shredded chicken, a plate of steamed enoki mushrooms with chopped chili peppers, and a bowl of pickled radish and old duck soup.

She ate only a few pieces of chicken and lotus root, finished the enoki mushrooms, drank a couple of sips of soup, and then put down her chopsticks.

Jiang Chu: "...If I can't finish these dishes, will there be a place for them?"

Xie Jing raised his head.

In front of him was a large, thick-cut Australian Wagyu ribeye steak, cooked to a perfect medium-rare, with a beautiful pinkish hue on the cross-section, accompanied by whole roasted garlic cloves, butter-fried asparagus, and crispy potato wedges.

Next to the steak was a small bowl of creamy mushroom pasta, with a rich sauce and a thick layer of Parmesan cheese shreds on top.

There was also a plate of sliced ​​Spanish Iberian ham, its fat evenly distributed and arranged as thin as cicada wings on a warm porcelain plate.

Xie Jing: "...There are food waste disposers that break down waste into organic fertilizer, and refrigerated trucks from nearby charities also pass by regularly."

He frowned slightly: "The food isn't to your liking today?"

"No," Jiang Chu sighed, "I need to prepare for filming a project. Since I'm going to be on camera properly, I want to lose a few more pounds so that the filming will look even better."

Xie Jing: "..."

He originally intended to say that if blood sugar is insufficient, the precision of a person's muscle spindle sensation will also decrease, which would probably affect the performance itself.

But the person sitting opposite them was no novice.

Jiang Chu looked at him and said, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. This kind of thing happens all the time. I was much thinner when I took the college entrance exam than I am now."

Xie Jing nodded slightly. "I'll have my nutritionist team design a meal plan for you. You can take a look, and if you have any ideas, you can discuss them with them."

Jiang Chu didn't refuse, "Okay."

"Also," Xie Jing paused, "what did you have for lunch?"

Jiang Chu: "..."