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

Jiang Chu arrived at the airport a little later, and Xie Jing's plane landed soon after. She found Xie Jing in the terminal and rushed over happily.

Then she threw herself into the man's arms.

The assistants beside him tacitly slowed down their pace.

Xie Jing naturally pulled the girl into his arms, leaned down and kissed her, then took her hand. "Is it so cold? You're wearing too little!"

"...It's just that your body temperature is high!"

Jiang Chu raised her chin. "Oh, right, I have something to tell you..."

Jiang Chu didn't mention what happened on the way, but enthusiastically recounted the process of recording the video during the day, even the little episode where she almost turned the makeup artist gay.

Xie Jing: "..."

Xie Jing bent down and picked her up, pinching the girl's pert nose helplessly. "You've been flirting with other girls since I last saw you two days ago."

Jiang Chu looked at him with a grin, "You're still getting jealous after just two days."

Xie Jing knew, of course, that she was deliberately bringing up that kind of thing, enjoying seeing him unhappy, and yet he always managed to give her what she wanted.

He shook his head helplessly, tightened his grip on the girl rubbing against him, and said, "Don't move."

Jiang Chu quietly tugged at his collar, her fingertips tracing the man's Adam's apple. "You're so hot."

Xie Jing looked down at the girl in his arms, his eyes filled with a dangerous glint.

Jiang Chu tilted her head. "Why are you walking so slowly? Are you tired from carrying me? Don't forget we have dinner later! The later it gets, the worse the traffic gets!"

Xie Jing: "?"

He suddenly didn't want to eat dinner.

I feel like I should just eat the naughty cat in my arms.

however--

Jiang Chu hugged him again, rubbing her face against his shoulder and neck. "I'm hungry! What about you? Did you eat on the plane?"

"...No," Xie Jing shook his head helplessly. "Let's go now."

The restaurant they booked was a private restaurant with only twelve seats in an old Western-style building outside the East Third Ring Road, and reservations needed to be made several weeks in advance.

The room is located on the second floor in a corner by the window. Outside the window is an old sycamore tree with sparse branches in winter. The streetlights below shine through the branches, warm and blurry.

The candlesticks on the table were long and slender, white, and the candlelight flickered gently in the faint airflow from the air conditioner, casting a warm golden hue over the small area of ​​the table between the two people.

Halfway through serving the dishes, Jiang Chu took out her phone, found a rough cut of the competition video from that afternoon, and handed it to Xie Jing with the screen facing him.

"Take a look."

Xie Jing took the phone.

He watched the video from beginning to end, and even watched it a second time carefully.

"How is it?" Jiang Chu asked, resting her chin on her hand. "Are you alright?"

Xie Jing paused for two seconds, then said, "It's much better than 'okay'."

Jiang Chu couldn't help but chuckle. "Is it very good, very good, or extremely good?"

Xie Jing picked up his water glass. "My wife is the best in the world."

Jiang Chu: "..."

Jiang Chu: (ˆつ⩊⊂ˆ)੭

How could you say such a thing without batting an eye!

She took her phone back. "Then I'll treat you to dinner when the results come out!"

Xie Jing glanced at her, his lips twitching slightly. He took the menu and, following her lead, said, "Okay."

Outside the window, the sparse branches of the old sycamore cast dappled shadows in the lamplight, and the flame on the candlestick flickered.

The waiter knocked on the half-closed lacquered wooden door and brought out the main course for the evening.

Slow-roasted M5 Wagyu beef tenderloin, served with an extremely rich black truffle and red wine sauce.

The edge of the white porcelain plate was wiped clean, leaving only a warm, deep red stain.

Jiang Chu tilted her head and looked at the person opposite her.

The man's fingers were long and strong, with distinct knuckles.

Having grown accustomed to wielding a pen that controls the flow of billions of dollars, holding a heavy, pure silver knife and fork now evokes a pleasing sense of order and neatness.

He ignored the portion in front of him and instead lowered his eyes, slowly and methodically cutting the beef tenderloin into small, evenly sized pieces that were perfect for swallowing in one bite.

Then the porcelain plates were switched.

He pushed the plate of sliced ​​meat in front of Jiang Chu.

"Eat it while it's hot."

"Thanks!"

Jiang Chu accepted it without a second thought.

She scooped up a small spoonful of mashed potatoes, mixed it with a small piece of chopped beef, and put it in her mouth. After chewing, her beautiful, watery eyes curved into two thin slits.

"tasty!"

Seeing how happy she was, Xie Jing couldn't help but feel a little itchy to touch her.

"Did we wait a long time today?" he asked in a low voice. "The plane was a little late."

Jiang Chu took a sip of lemonade. "No, actually I only waited for you for about ten minutes because I was also late. Guess what? I got hit by a car on the way."

Xie Jing's fingers, which were holding the silver fork, paused instantly.

He lifted his eyelids to look at her, his eyes deep and serious. "Where did you bump into?"

"Our car was rear-ended, and we were stopped. He wasn't going particularly fast, considering there were quite a few cars around..."

Jiang Chu quickly reached out and soothingly rubbed the back of the man's hand, stroking the faintly taut veins.

Xie Jing stared intently at her face for two seconds.

That extremely beautiful, delicate face was still rosy, and even the stray hairs hanging down her temples were not messy. She exuded a relaxed vibe.

He had only relaxed a little.

"Bring more people next time," Xie Jing whispered, "with bodyguards following behind."

Jiang Chu laughed, "What country's leader am I? Why such a grand entrance? And that guy wasn't some professional assassin, just a drunken idiot who doesn't know who I am. He probably thinks I'm Lao Liang's daughter."

She paused, then continued, "However, it's true that your dad's car was partially damaged."

Xie Jing never asked which car it was from beginning to end.

In his heart, these inanimate objects were naturally less important than his wife.

However, upon hearing Jiang Chu's words, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "The old man's car? Which one?"

"That big green turtle."

"How elegant," Xie Jing said knowingly, "but it'll be a bit troublesome to repair."

He said this, but his face showed no displeasure. "Back then, the old man used to ride it to see the leaders. It's a pity he didn't see this scene today."

Jiang Chu: "...He did miss out on a lot of things that could have made him angry enough to come back to life."

Xie Jing picked up the fine napkin on the table and, quite naturally, reached out to wipe away the little bit of sauce that had gotten on her lips.

"Don't worry about the car. If it can't be repaired, I'll have someone send it to a warehouse in the outskirts of Beijing. But from your description, it should be fine."

He paused for a moment. "You got off the bus today?"

Jiang Chu blinked. "I saw the driver in the car and he looked like a drunkard, so I got out to take a look. He was talking nonsense, so I ignored him and was about to find the traffic police when he tried to grab my phone, but the bodyguard held him down."

Xie Jing frowned slightly, took her hand, and said, "If you encounter something like this again, you don't have to go down."

He pressed his thumb down slightly, holding the softest part of her palm, his voice deeper than before.

"All those cars combined aren't worth as much as a single hair on your head."