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

"Mr. Xie," he looked up, "I was supposed to come with Miss Xie, I hope you won't—"

Xie Jing glanced at him, then looked at Xie Qingyang, "This is my house. You brought a stranger in without even asking me."

Xie Qingyang's bodyguards and driver were naturally his people, so her movements were not a secret.

Of course, he never inquired about her schedule.

Only in situations like today, when subordinates know that the father and daughter might meet, will they proactively send messages to this side.

"...I just brought him in to take a look."

Xie Qingyang's face darkened.

"Dad," she couldn't help but grit her teeth, "I'm an adult now—"

"You own property, more than one," Xie Jing interrupted her, "but this is my house."

Xie Qingyang was furious but couldn't vent it. He felt it was nothing serious, and that his father must just dislike Wei Jing!

I had this feeling the last time we met!

"Dad, Wei Jing is my classmate, and he's extremely outstanding..."

"Even if he is a Nobel laureate, you should still tell him before taking him to someone else's house."

"I," Xie Qingyang took a breath, "you don't like him at all. If I told you, you would definitely refuse!"

Xie Jing nodded. "So you simply don't say anything because you don't intend to respect the homeowner's wishes and only want to show off to your friends."

Xie Qingyang felt like his head was about to explode.

"Why are you doing this?!"

(Why did you do that?)

Her breathing became rapid.

"You don't respect him — I know exactly what this is."

(I know you look down on him.)

Xie Qingyang clenched his hands tightly, feeling his heart pounding faster and faster.

People like Qiao Yi are one thing.

She wasn't familiar with him to begin with.

However, Wei Jing was someone she truly respected.

They discussed Itoh's lemma in stochastic processes, debated the fitting accuracy of the volatility surface in the Black-Schuls model, and spent the night in the library polishing their group's model.

She remembered clearly those late nights when they worked side by side to derive formulas, and the smile on his face after explaining the theorems.

"You just think he's not good enough—his family..."

(You think he's not good enough because of his family background—)

Xie Qingyang had lost control of his emotions.

She lived in the United States until college. Although her tutor at home could speak Chinese, she naturally spoke English with her friends at school.

At this moment, he was so emotional that he naturally started speaking his mother tongue.

Xie Jing raised his hand to interrupt her.

"I never said anything about his background."

(I didn't mention his background.)

"You're the one who keeps interpreting it that way."

(It's you who always interprets it that way.)

He sneered.

"I don't really care about it, but I know it must matter to you."

(I don't really care, but I know you definitely do.)

Xie Qingyang's face turned pale. "You, you..."

They spoke very quickly, but Wei Jing, being a top student at Peking University, naturally understood everything.

His expression turned extremely bad for a moment.

Xie Jing glanced at him. "Get out."

Wei Jing's heart pounded wildly.

But he still didn't want to show weakness in front of Xie Qingyang, "Mr. Xie, I know you have a problem with me, but I want to say—"

"This is my house," Xie Jing said, clearly not wanting to hear anything. "If you don't leave, I'll have someone take you out."

The bodyguard captain next to him stepped forward in a cooperative manner.

Wei Jing: "..."

He glanced at the well-built bodyguard captain, then at the more visually imposing chairman of Tianyu Group.

Xie Qingyang was extremely distressed and quickly shook his head at Wei Jing.

— Xie Jingzhen is capable of doing such a thing!

This has happened before.

They showed no mercy even to the Xie family, let alone others.

Wei Jing felt as if he had been granted a pardon upon seeing this.

He didn't intend to anger Xie Jing; he just wanted to impress Xie Qingyang. He immediately turned and left.

After Xie Qingyang's footsteps faded away, he immediately turned to Xie Jing, "I'm an adult now, and it's my freedom to make friends with whomever I want. Besides, I assure you, he's not like Qiao Yi. He's won many awards, and—"

"Did I forbid you from making friends?" Xie Jing was too lazy to listen. "Take him to your own place, let him do whatever he wants."

Xie Qingyang felt wronged, but then she remembered that the last time Xie Jing saw Wei Jing was at the villa on Biyun Road.

Lin Yuwei pushed Jiang Chu into the pool, almost causing an accident.

Xie Jing was probably in a bad mood because of what he saw, and he didn't give Wei Jing a good look afterward.

...It's all Lin Yuwei's fault! It's all Jiang Chu's fault!

If they hadn't caused all that trouble back then, Xie Jing wouldn't have had such a bad impression of Wei Jing.

"Furthermore," Xie Jing said unhurriedly, "I told you on your eighteenth birthday that freedom and responsibility are two sides of the same coin. If you don't want me to interfere, then I won't. But don't let me leave when you want freedom, only to come back and ask me why I didn't stop you when something goes wrong."

Xie Qingyang's heart skipped a beat.

Something happened?

...Did he find out?

She thought of those offshore accounts and Assistant Zhang's trembling expression.

Xie Qingyang didn't think Assistant Zhang would dare to betray him, but the amount of money was substantial, and it would involve several procedures, so it wasn't surprising that it had alarmed his father.

But she carefully went through all the deployments in her mind. She had been involved in a more complex version of that structure, and the Wall Street team was also very skilled.

She suppressed her anger, saying, "I know what I'm doing."

Xie Jing simply looked at her.

"I know what I'm doing," Xie Qingyang took a deep breath. "I know the risks, and I know how to avoid them. If something really goes wrong, it's my responsibility, not yours. I'll take full responsibility."

She paused for a moment. "I will prove I can succeed. I am qualified to be your successor."

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly. "It's your business if you want to succeed. But you don't need to prove anything to me, nor do you have that obligation."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I never intended for you to be my successor."