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

Xie Jing looked down at her.

The little girl lifted her head from her arms, her face visibly annoyed, her cheeks slightly puffed out, and her eyes filled with a defiant and almost overflowing sense of grievance.

Xie Jing wanted to laugh, but he held it in.

A slight smile played on his lips. "Would you like to know what the problem is?"

Jiang Chu bit her lower lip, and finally nodded as if admitting defeat.

Xie Jing released his grip, took a half step back, and readjusted the distance between the two of them.

"Give me your hand."

Jiang Chu did as instructed.

Xie Jing gently grasped it with his left hand, with very light force, almost as if he were just holding it lightly.

"Your problem lies here."

He used his right index finger to gently trace the bone line from her wrist to her forearm.

The man's fingertips were hot.

Jiang Chu trembled slightly.

"...When you were blocking the position, you concentrated your strength in this section—but you didn't notice that my tiger's mouth had already slightly adjusted its direction the moment you exerted force, and your blocking point failed."

When he spoke, his voice was still deep and steady, but his speaking speed was a little slower than usual, yet he was still very serious.

"If you want this move to work, what you need to learn is not positioning."

After Xie Jing finished speaking, he released her wrist and changed to a different, demonstrative grip.

His large, powerful right hand suddenly gripped her left wrist.

This time it was a true clamp, with the thumb and four fingers pressing down completely on her wrist bone.

Moreover, it's an angle that leaves absolutely no room for wrist movement.

"You need to figure out a way to get out now."

Jiang Chu frowned and tried to rotate her wrist outward, but failed as expected.

She simply changed direction and sank downwards.

result--

The man tightened his grip slightly as she sank, minimizing her range of motion.

"...I can't get out."

She looked up with a hint of helplessness.

"Yes," Xie Jing said calmly, "Your classmate is right, but different attack situations are different. These actions may not be effective if the other party is on guard."

He paused, then pressed lightly on the inside of her wrist with his right thumb.

Jiang Chu felt a very subtle feeling.

It doesn't hurt.

But the muscles in the entire arm instantly enter a state of relaxation.

She instinctively shrank back an inch.

Xie Jing released his hand. "Look. This is an opening you can exploit."

Jiang Chu tilted his head, digesting the information for a few seconds, then his eyes brightened slightly: "...So this is the principle behind 'emptiness'?"

Xie Jing glanced at her: "Where did you see this word?"

"That junior girl from school said today—"

"Hmm," Xie Jing interrupted subtly, "Let's try again, this time it's your turn."

Jiang Chu couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

Not jealous?

I won't eat that big-headed ghost.

Xie Jing extended her right wrist toward her.

Jiang Chu smiled and took his wrist again, carefully feeling the spot he had just pressed.

She remembered it was somewhere near the edge of the ulna, but when she touched it with her fingers, the distribution of tendons under the skin was much more complex than she had imagined.

She searched twice but couldn't find it. Frowning, she traced the outline of the inside of his wrist bone with her fingers.

Xie Jing stood still, letting the girl's fingertips trace back and forth on his wrist.

It's a bit chilly.

And because she applied very light pressure, it was a little itchy.

He felt as if a fire was quietly surging in his chest.

No.

This is a proper lesson.

...Right?

The man's gaze fell on the girl's fair neck, then on her slightly trembling eyelashes, long and curled like feathers, casting shadows above her cheekbones.

"Did you find it?"

"Not yet, your tendons are much thicker than mine, the position is different..."

She murmured, moving her finger down a little further.

"Move it a little to the ulnar side," Xie Jing took a deep breath, "Yes, right at the edge of that tendon."

Jiang Chu adjusted the direction and pressed a button.

Xie Jing's forearm muscles contracted slightly.

"Here!" Jiang Chu looked up, her eyes sparkling. "Is this the place?"

Xie Jing slowly nodded. "Yes."

She pressed down on that spot with delight, and the man's wrist loosened slightly with the pressure—she quickly turned outward, prying his wrist away, the whole movement being much cleaner and more efficient than the previous three times.

"It's done!"

Jiang Chu's eyes lit up to the extreme in that instant.

She tilted her head back, proudly raised her chin at him, and her large eyes curved into two thin crescent moons. "Xie Jing, I did it!"

The man stood before her, his eyes lowered, looking at her beaming face, a mixture of joy and triumph. "Do you know why I relaxed just now?"

"Because I used..."

"Because I'm cooperating with you."

Jiang Chu: "..."

The corners of her mouth drooped slightly.

"What are you trying to say?"

Seeing her adorable expression, Xie Jing's smile deepened.

"What I want to say is that you must remember that there are three completely different situations: the other person cooperating with you in practice, the other person trying to subdue you, and the other person trying to kill you."

He said in a deep voice, "Underestimating the enemy is always a big no-no."

Jiang Chu nodded seriously, "I understand!"

Xie Jing stared at her, seeing no fear or rejection in her eyes.

I won't put you in danger.

Jiang Chu blinked, and before he could even feel moved, he added:

"But I'm not a god, and I can't completely prevent all accidents. It would be irresponsible to make promises of forever or absolutely."

He paused, his gaze falling on her face.

"I will teach you how to protect yourself. As long as you want to learn, whether it's martial arts or other self-defense skills, I can teach you."

"Really?" Jiang Chu looked up at him. "Anything?"

Xie Jing hesitated for a moment, feeling that something was not quite right, "...Yes."

Jiang Chu rubbed his hands together, eager to learn. "I want to learn how to use a gun, a knife, and lock picking."

Xie Jing sighed, "You still haven't given up on your dream of wandering the martial world?"

Jiang Chu: "...No, it's not that. I just think it's really cool!"

Xie Jing sighed again, "Alright. Take your time."

He turned to the side and stood behind her, his left hand reaching over her waist to grasp her right wrist again.

"This is something you can practice on your own—"

The man's voice came from behind, deep and clear. His left hand guided her wrist, slowly demonstrating the path of wrist flicking and force application after finding the right position.

"First, walk slowly for ten times to let your muscles remember the trajectory, and then gradually speed up."

His body heat emanated through the thin fabric, carrying the warmth of his workout.

Jiang Chu lowered his head quietly, carefully feeling the movement trajectory that he had been guided to walk out, his shoulders leaning back slightly.

Xie Jing paused for a second.

Then, he wrapped his right hand around to her other side, pulling her firmly into his arms, and lowered his head to rest his chin on the top of her head:

"Got it?"

"...I've got it."

Her voice was a little softer than before.

"Next time you have a problem," Xie Jing leaned down and nibbled at her earlobe, "ask me first, don't go to random people."

Jiang Chu: "..."

And you said you weren't jealous!