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

Jiang Chu's heart skipped a beat.

She had originally intended to retort, but when she met the man's deep, unfathomable gaze, the words in her throat changed and she ended up responding.

"...Okay, I understand."

She blinked. "I was annoyed too, even though it used to be the old man's car, now it's—"

Jiang Chu blushed slightly, "...It's my man's now, so I don't want it to be hit."

Xie Jing looked at her with deep, unfathomable eyes.

Jiang Chu's cheeks grew hotter and hotter under his gaze. "What are you looking at! Eat your food! It'll get cold soon!"

After the waiter knocked on the door again, the main course was removed, and the final course of the evening was served.

It's a freshly made French crème brûlée, served with a small cup of sweet elderflower sorbet.

The thin layer of caramel on the surface of the crème brûlée was seared to a golden brown and crisp by a blowtorch, emitting a sweet, caramelized aroma.

Jiang Chu picked up a small silver spoon and gently tapped the caramel crust twice with the back of the spoon.

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

She scooped up a small spoonful of the pale yellow pudding coated with caramel crumbs, put it in her mouth first, and her eyes crinkled with happiness.

He then scooped up another spoonful and held it to Xie Jing's lips.

"You eat too."

Xie Jing leaned forward and ate.

"Is it sweet?" Jiang Chu asked, resting her chin on her hand. "I think they did a pretty good job."

"...Hmm," Xie Jing thought for a moment, "It's alright, not as sweet as yours."

Jiang Chu almost choked.

This is really not a very original love quote.

But for some reason, she still felt very happy, as if her heart was bubbling, and her cheeks flushed a light peach color.

Jiang Chu folded her hands, propped her chin up, and stared at him intently.

The man in front of me had just returned from abroad and had been engaged in a continuous battle of wits with several major mining giants.

Still feeling tired from the long flight.

But when he looked at her, the coldness and oppressive aura that belonged to those in power, who kept strangers at bay, all disappeared.

"Thank you, Jing."

"Um?"

"...It sounds a bit strange to say this," Jiang Chu coughed lightly, "after all, you've only been abroad for two days, but when I'm dancing alone at the gym at night, I miss you terribly. I'll turn around and look at the door, hoping you're standing there. It's the first time I've experienced the feeling of missing someone for three autumns in a single day."

Xie Jing quietly met her gaze.

She tilted her head to look at the man opposite her. "Theoretically speaking, you're not my first boyfriend, but I feel like you're my first love because I've never liked anyone the way I like you."

Jiang Chu's voice was very soft, like a snowflake drifting outside the window of a Western-style house on a winter night. "You know I dated Wei Jing, but at the time I felt... he had good grades, was decent-looking, and was willing to buy me things. But, let me put it this way, if his family's company went bankrupt one day, I would definitely stay far away from him."

She took a breath. "But you're different. I've thought about what to do if you go bankrupt one day."

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly. "What do you want to do?"

"I've thought about so many things," Jiang Chu said excitedly. "I can take on commercial performances, I can go the influencer route, and then make money off GG to support the two of us..."

She got more and more excited as she spoke, "Maybe I can't give you the same standard of living as before, but it certainly won't be too bad—"

The smile in Xie Jing's eyes gradually froze.

The shadows of the sycamore trees swayed gently on the glass window, and across the dining table, the girl's exquisitely beautiful face was bathed in a warm glow from the candlelight.

The elongated, languid, and alluring line at the corner of her eye appeared even softer and more captivating under the warm light.

When he said those words, there was no fear or hesitation in his eyes, only sincere hope, as if he had thought about it more than once.

The man reached out and gently cupped her chin across the table.

The force is gentle.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, "I told you I'd take you with me wherever I go, but I still made you wait at home."

Jiang Chu was taken aback for a moment, then puffed out her cheeks, "I also have things to do, it's not your problem."

"I will give you the very best of everything, Chuchu."

Xie Jing gently brushed his fingertip across the matte brick-red lipstick, his gaze so deep it seemed to drown her. "I swear."

Jiang Chu tilted her head slightly, following his fingertip, "You've already given me the best."

"...Not enough."

The man said in a low voice.

Jiang Chu's heart skipped a beat.

But she didn't ask any more questions. She simply held his hand and said, "I like you, so I like anything you give me."

Fine snow has begun to fall outside the window.

At the end of dinner, the waiter returned the two men's coats to their private room.

Xie Jing stood up, took Jiang Chu's camel-colored cashmere coat, skillfully unfolded it, and draped it over her shoulders.

He didn't let go immediately, but stood behind her, bent down and carefully turned up her coat collar, his slender fingers running through the few strands of hair that fell down the side of the girl's neck.

Then he bent down and kissed the girl on the forehead. "Let's go home."

Jiang Chu turned around, opened her arms and wrapped them around his waist. She lingered on the man's chest for a few seconds, feeling the warmth of his body with a faint oak scent, before finally letting go with satisfaction.

The two walked down the stairs on the dark red, thick, velvety rotating carpet of the Western-style building.

The waiters on both sides bowed silently.

Outside the main entrance on the first floor, the night wind carried extremely fine ice crystals.

Xie Jing put his arm around Jiang Chu's shoulder. "...You're still not dressed warmly enough. I'll have to keep some warm clothes for you in the car from now on."

Jiang Chu was a little bald. "I'm really not cold! I used to perform in outdoor venues for New Year's Eve with much less clothing, and I was fine after the performance."

"It's different when we're exercising," Xie Jing glanced at her, "unless we go out in the future and you don't walk, you just dance the whole time."

Jiang Chu imagined the bizarre scene and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Old Liang had already arrived before they got into the Rolls-Royce.

"Chairman, Ms. Jiang, the traffic police have already issued an accident report. The person's blood test result was 140. They are fully responsible."

"So," Jiang Chu thought for a moment, "is he going to jail?"

"Based on judicial practice cases in Beijing, if your forgiveness is not obtained, there is a high probability of imprisonment, usually two to three months of detention."

"...I don't understand at all! He was so drunk and still drove! And he even tried to hit someone!"

Old Liang nodded silently.

Jiang Chu got into the car, buried her slightly cool cheeks in the velvet cushion, and turned her head to look at the man next to her.

Xie Jing casually unbuttoned his coat, stretched his long legs to one side, and placed his arm on the center armrest, gesturing for her to come closer.

Jiang Chu moved over very naturally and snuggled into his arms without any regard for her image.

The car silently glided into the snow-shrouded traffic on the ring road.