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

Jiang Chu's gaze lingered for two seconds before she casually looked away.

She looked up at him, smiling, and asked, "Isn't it a good thing to go home early? Why do you look so unhappy?"

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly. "Really? Maybe you're just too happy."

Jiang Chu narrowed her eyes.

really.

Jiang Chu: "...Because I have something to be happy about! I met a really amazing and helpful junior today! I asked her a lot of questions about competition reports! She's a martial arts major, and she even taught me a few moves this afternoon!"

Xie Jing put the dumbbells down. "Want me to teach you a few moves?"

"Yes! It's purely about technique!" Jiang Chuyue said, getting more and more excited. "I think this is closely related to the paper I'm writing, the pre-coding of movement intentions, which is called 'listening to the force' in martial arts..."

She stopped abruptly at this point.

Xie Jing looked at her with a strange expression.

Although his face didn't show any obvious expression, the lines at the corners of his mouth seemed to tighten a little.

"...What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Xie Jing looked away. "Go on."

Jiang Chu blinked, observed him for a few seconds, and then couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.

Are you jealous?

"no."

Xie Jing's tone was calm and steady.

He turned and walked to the gantry, bent down and adjusted the buckles, increasing the weight on each side by ten kilograms.

Jiang Chu stood there, looking at the heavy layers of barbell plates, and then at his back.

The man had a broad back, and his T-shirt was stretched taut by the muscles of his shoulders and back. The fabric tightened and loosened at the joint of his shoulder blades as he bent over.

He lay down, lifted the barbell with one hand, adjusted his grip, and took a deep breath.

When the bench press is performed, the pectoral muscles bulge fully under the fabric, and the contours of the upper arms change with each downward and upward push.

The veins on his arm meander like a relief sculpture.

His movements were neither too fast nor too slow, and each descent was controlled with extreme precision. At the lowest point, his pectoral muscles were stretched to their limit, and the fabric seemed about to burst.

Jiang Chu stared wide-eyed for a few seconds.

I suddenly realized that my behavior was somewhat of a pervert.

She casually looked away, walked to the treadmill next to her, and haphazardly set the speed parameters.

"...Are you sure you don't?"

She said in a low voice.

"Sure."

Xie Jing heard it.

He put the barbell back on the shelf, and the metal clanged with a dull thud.

"Then why are you adding weight?" Jiang Chu almost laughed. "Are you sulking with thin air?"

"I wasn't acting out of spite," Xie Jing sat up, "it was just a normal training plan."

"...Suddenly adding forty jin to the original amount?" Jiang Chu countered. "That doesn't seem quite normal?"

Xie Jing picked up a towel hanging on the side of the shelf, wiped his forehead, and did not answer the question.

Jiang Chu stepped onto the treadmill and began a light warm-up, a faint smile playing on her lips.

The gym has returned to quiet.

She turned her head slightly and watched her boyfriend begin doing rope pulldowns.

Jiang Chu silently admired the relaxed latissimus dorsi muscles and the taut abdominal muscles visible through the fabric—

Another ten minutes or so passed before Xie Jing finished his last set, hung the grip back in its place, picked up his water bottle, and took a few sips.

Instead of heading straight for the weight training area, he turned around and walked towards the treadmills.

Jiang Chu stopped looking at him.

Through the mirror above the treadmill's display, she noticed that Xie Jing was approaching.

Her pace was slightly slower than usual, but it wasn't due to fatigue; rather, it was a familiar, poised composure.

Jiang Chu: "..."

She instinctively started planning her escape route.

Xie Jing walked to the side of the treadmill, pressed the speed adjustment button, and reduced the speed from the set level to the lowest.

"Get down."

"I haven't run enough yet."

Jiang Chu gripped the handle.

"...You've been on the move all along."

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow and looked at her.

"Because I'm still warming up—"

Before she could finish speaking, an arm had already firmly wrapped around her waist from the side.

Jiang Chu was lifted off the treadmill in a horizontal carry.

Both feet are off the ground and dangling in the air.

"Why--"

Jiang Chu instinctively hugged him, "...Why do you always hug people like this?"

Xie Jing looked down at the girl's flushed cheeks. "Didn't you say your junior taught you a few moves?"

Jiang Chu pouted, "Didn't you say you weren't jealous?"

"I'm not jealous, I'm just curious," Xie Jing blinked, "show me how it works."

Jiang Chu was held horizontally in his arms, trapped in his embrace, unable to get out. Her watery eyes widened slightly, and the tips of her ears began to feel hot.

"Then..." She opened her mouth, her voice softer than expected, "But it's not designed for this position, so how do I use it?"

"Oh?"

"And," she added, her tone growing increasingly guilty, "those moves are for defending against bad guys, not for hitting your boyfriend."

Xie Jing looked at her with a half-smile, "Don't you often call me a bad person?"

Jiang Chu's face turned even redder. "Who's been cursing me all the time? It's only happened once or twice, okay? And can you please stop remembering things like that!"

Xie Jing watched her without changing his expression, his gaze falling on the girl's slightly flushed earlobe, then moving down an inch to her tightly pursed red lips.

A moment later, he put the person down.

Jiang Chu stepped back onto the ground, casually straightened the hem of her clothes (which weren't too messy), and took a small half-step to the side.

She regained her footing, raised her head, and adopted a dignified expression.

Xie Jing looked down at her. "What position do you need?"

Seeing his persistent attitude, Jiang Chu pouted, "...Extend your wrist and grab it."

Xie Jing slowly raised his right hand.

Jiang Chu took a deep breath, recalling the key points of the movement that Yu Wanzhou had taught her that afternoon—flipping her wrist in the opposite direction, positioning her palm edge, and using the sinking of her body's center of gravity to form a lever.

She grabbed his wrist.

Wrist rotation, positioning, lowering center of gravity—

Nothing happened.

The man's wrist remained completely still.

He didn't even make any visible counter-moves; he just stood there, and the lever structure seemed to be propped up against a wall, completely rendering it meaningless.

Jiang Chu: "..."

She readjusted her posture, this time using a more standard positioning angle and exerting force more decisively.

Still failed.

Xie Jing did not change her posture, but her wrist tilted slightly, and she lost her footing, staggering half a step forward.

"Again."

She stood up again, puffing out her cheeks.

Xie Jing nodded.

The third time, she exerted almost all her strength, but Xie Jing simply followed her force and pulled her slightly.

She was pulled by inertia and crashed into his arms, her forehead hitting his chest.