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

Jiang Chu then spent some more time choreographing the entire dance.

Then I chose some clothes.

A light blue cross-collar long dress.

The base color transitions from dark to light in layers, starting from a near-inky blue at the neckline, gradually fading down the shoulder line, and turning into a smoky ash like morning mist at the waist.

Further down to the hem of the skirt, it slowly settles into a white ripple like water.

Like a painting soaked by rain, its boundaries are blurred yet it possesses its own unique charm.

The skirt is made of very generous amounts of material, with layers of fabric hanging down. When still, it resembles stagnant autumn water, but when walking or twirling, it ripples out like waves.

The sparse cloud pattern unfolds within the folds, and with the movement of the body and the rise and fall of the fabric, it gathers and disperses like mountain mist in the wind.

With her boyfriend's help, Jiang Chu spoke with the team in charge and had them set up a large room on the east side of the villa for two days.

They moved over several old stone slabs and stacked them into a low platform about waist-high. Behind the platform was an aged rammed earth wall with a deep, warm gray color and a faint ochre undertone, like the interior wall of an old building worn down by time.

There were no superfluous decorations piled up on the stage, except for a slender-necked bronze bottle placed against the wall on the left, with a few dried white reeds inserted inside, withered but not decaying.

The lights were specially adjusted.

All the overhead lights were turned off, and three sets of professional photography lights with adjustable color temperature were used instead. Softboxes were set up to simulate the natural diffused light that slants into the room on a winter afternoon, casting a very light layer of shadow on the background wall with a slightly warm feel.

There is shadow in the depths and light in the shallows, like a classical oil painting without a main light source.

Another set of slender side lights is hidden on the left side, specifically designed to outline the contours of movement, making the lines of a person's movements clear and three-dimensional in the shot.

By the time they finished work, Xie Jing had already boarded a plane and left the country. Jiang Chu sent him a video, along with a cat-shaped emoji.

Two days later, the recording team arrived again.

Jiang Chu sat in front of the dressing table and asked the stylist to put her hair up.

Her hair is of excellent quality, smooth and thick. When she puts it up, the outline of the bun is naturally full, without needing any hair extensions to hold it in place.

An assistant styled her hair into a low, loose bun, leaving a few wisps of hair hanging down from her temples, with a plain silver hairpin inserted diagonally on her right side.

"...Miss Jiang is so beautiful."

The makeup artist murmured with emotion.

The girl in front of me had a pair of eyes that seemed to speak, large and bright, with a beautiful shape.

The outer corners of her eyes are slightly upturned, with a very shallow curve at the outer corner, giving her eyes a subtle, nonchalant charm.

When she is quiet, she is like a deep pool of spring water, but as soon as she smiles, the water ripples and stirs up one's thoughts.

"Thank you." Jiang Chu winked at her. "You're very pretty too, sister."

The makeup artist gasped, looking like she was about to faint.

"I'm straight, I'm straight, I'm straight..."

The makeup artist muttered something under her breath, as she swept and blended a pinkish coral blush.

Soon after, Jiang Chu stood in front of the rammed earth textured wall that had been temporarily set up as a recording backdrop, and looked at his own footage on the monitor brought by the photographer.

She adjusted her stance, moving half a step to the left to let the sidelight highlight her shoulder line.

"Let's begin."

Jiang Chu danced for three hours in that decorated room, stopping halfway to watch the playback, adjusting a few details, and then starting over.

By the time she finished filming the most satisfying take, she was exhausted.

The video footage freezes on the last frame of her finishing pose.

—The hem of her smoky blue skirt still swayed slightly, the rammed earth wall in the background glowed with a calm, warm gray in the winter sidelight, her arms were at her sides, her breath was deep, and her back was straight.

It was already past four in the afternoon when we finished work.

Xie Jing's plane is about to land.

Jiang Chu calculated the time, changed out of her dress, put on a simple dark camel cashmere coat, touched up her makeup, and went downstairs with her bag.

Butler Wang was waiting in the entryway, looking at her with a kind expression. "Did the video recording go smoothly?"

"Yes, it went smoothly, thank you Uncle Wang!"

Jiang Chu said with a smile, then greeted the driver, Lao Liang, and the two bodyguards.

The Ferrari couldn't fit four people, so she originally planned to just take her own Audi. But then she realized that Lao Liang was there too, and she couldn't resist trying something different.

Although Xie Jing had said that she could drive all the cars in the garage, Jiang Chu's driving skills were really mediocre, and she didn't want to take the risk and make herself too nervous.

Now that Lao Liang is driving, there's no problem!

Jiang Chu turned around, "Let's drive those antique cars that Lao Xie collects! I've been wanting to sit in them for a while now!"

Lao Liang naturally had no objections.

A moment later, accompanied by a deep roar, a massive vehicle, entirely black and gleaming with a dark green luster in the dim light, slowly drove out and came to a steady stop in the yard.

That was a Bentley Arnage 728 Extended Limited Edition collected by the former chairman of Tianyu Group.

After hearing about Xie Sen's various deeds, Jiang Chu had mixed feelings about him.

But no matter what, it's still a lot of fun to ride in his car.

The car's lines are simple, square, and exude an almost clumsy sense of heaviness, completely lacking the flamboyant streamlined design of modern supercars.

To a novice who knows little about cars, it might look like an old, oddly-looking black car.

In reality, this was a top-tier collectible that cost nearly ten million back then, and is now impossible to buy even with money.

Every inch of its paint is hand-painted; even a tiny scratch the size of a fingernail requires the car to be transported back to the Crewe headquarters or a master craftsman from the factory to come and repair it by private jet.

—It's the kind of "mobile money shredder" that can make any insurance company go on high blood pressure just by looking at it.

Jiang Chu opened the car door and got in.

Once inside the Third Ring Road, the elevated highway was predictably completely congested.

Old Liang steadily maneuvered the steel behemoth into the far right lane, stopping and starting as usual, and everyone waited patiently.

Jiang Chu nestled comfortably in the cashmere back seat, leisurely editing the dance video she had recorded that afternoon on her phone, adding and deleting various random filters.

As the traffic came to a standstill again, a dull thud suddenly came from the rear of the car!

The Bentley's massive body then arched forward slightly by an inch.

I was rear-ended.

Old Liang's brows furrowed instantly. "I'll go down and take a look."

Jiang Chu dimmed her phone screen and turned her head to look back through the car window.

Behind it was a brand-new Brilliance BMW 3 Series, its front end firmly pressed against the Bentley's rear bumper.

The driver's side door of the BMW was pushed open with a bang, and a young man got out.

He was wearing a striking bright red down jacket and had his hair dyed gray-gold. When he got out of the car, his legs were noticeably unsteady, and he had to hold onto the car door to barely stand.

Jiang Chu narrowed her eyes.

...He looks like he's been drinking.