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

"Jiang Chu!"

Wei Jing strode closer with a sullen face.

Today he was wearing a gray designer casual suit. At 1.85 meters tall, with his gold-rimmed glasses, he looked quite handsome and refined.

Wei Jing was used to being looked up to by others, and always maintained that aloof and arrogant air of a top student in front of others. However, at this moment, he could no longer suppress his anger.

Wei Jing walked straight to Jiang Chu's desk. "...Come out with me, I have something to ask you."

He said through gritted teeth.

Wei Jing is very famous in the science circles of Peking University, but there are more than five figures of students on campus, which is just too many people.

In this teaching building, which mainly houses humanities and arts majors, very few people could recognize him quickly, and most had never heard of him.

The way people looked at him was as if he were a strange intruder with a bad complexion.

Wei Jing didn't care about any of that.

He desperately needed Jiang Chu to tell him personally that she had returned to her dormitory early yesterday, that she had not stayed out all night, and that she had not taken any luxury car; it was all made up by others.

"No," Jiang Chu didn't even lift her eyelids, "we still have class to continue later."

Wei Jing's face darkened, and he reached out to grab her arm, his tone urgent and sharp: "Who saw you off yesterday?"

As a dance major, Jiang Chu's daily exercise level far surpasses Wei Jing's, so she is not afraid of this at all.

She was already on guard, so her reaction was naturally faster; she quickly withdrew her hand, leaving him with nothing.

"What's it to you?" she said indifferently. "Don't even mention that we're not a couple anymore. Even if we were, when you rode in another female classmate's car before, I asked you, what was your response to me?"

Wei Jing frowned. "Then—"

Jiang Chu continued, "You told me not to be so controlling, that you're an independent individual, and that if I couldn't understand that, then we weren't suited to be together. See, now you've got what you wanted. Are you satisfied?"

Wei Jing grew increasingly annoyed by her retort, "That's different! I already said we're friends!"

Jiang Chu scoffed, "Fine."

Wei Jing originally thought she was going to say that she and the person who gave her the gift were also friends, then he would have something to say.

After all, she had previously said that she hated those rich kids.

And that's how she ended up?

Without even offering a single explanation?

Wei Jing became increasingly envious.

The stares and comments from his classmates, in particular, irritated him.

"Are you crazy? What's wrong with that guy? Is this Jiang Chu's boyfriend?"

"Uh, it's your ex, right? They've already said they broke up."

"He's alright looking, but in terms of appearance alone, he's not a good match for Jiang Chu. And in terms of physique, he's not as fit as me!"

"So you got dumped."

"Did you really break up? Or was it just a prank?"

"..."

Upon hearing these words, Wei Jing took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and reached out to pull Jiang Chu again, "Come out with me for a moment. I have something to ask you."

"I told you I have class," Jiang Chu said coldly, stepping back slightly. "Let's talk after class."

"Jiang Chu, stop pretending. You don't care about these classes at all—"

"Hey kid, what are you doing?!"

The old professor on the podium had been watching this scene closely, and finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He pushed up his reading glasses and stared at the uninvited guest with a displeased expression.

He had spent his entire life studying classical art and didn't recognize this so-called prominent figure in the mathematics department at all; he only saw a male student bullying his student.

Wei Jing stiffened. "Teacher, this is my girlfriend. We're just taking care of some personal matters..."

"No, I'm not." Jiang Chu crossed her arms. "Professor, he's my ex-boyfriend. I broke up with him last night."

The people around her were initially skeptical, but now that they heard her speak with such certainty, their gazes toward Wei Jing changed from scrutiny to blatant contempt.

Wei Jing's face turned pale instantly, then flushed red as he looked at Jiang Chu in disbelief.

He thought she was just throwing a tantrum last night, but he never expected her to dare to do it in front of so many people, leaving no room for compromise and directly trampling his face under her feet!

Upon hearing this, the old professor's brows furrowed immediately, and his protective instincts kicked in.

He had a very good impression of Jiang Chu today. Although he was initially a little unhappy that the young girl was playing on her phone, he thought that young people these days are bound to do that.

Besides, this girl wasn't originally a cultural researcher, but she still came up and danced earnestly to showcase her talents!

The old professor got angry.

"Since your female classmate has clearly stated that she wants to break up, what kind of behavior is it for a grown man like you to touch her inappropriately in public?!"

The old professor put on a stern face and reprimanded him bluntly in front of everyone, "As a student of Peking University, don't you even understand basic manners and respect?"

Wei Jing had always been a top student praised and adored by his teachers since childhood, so he had never been subjected to such a harsh reprimand.

His forehead veins throbbed: "Teacher, you've misunderstood. I wasn't bothering you, I just..."

"I saw it with my own eyes!" The old professor ignored his explanations, his eyes sharp as knives. "Which college are you from? Who is your advisor?"

Wei Jing took a step back. "I..."

"You still can't learn how to respect female classmates? I'll call your counselor over right now and give you a proper moral education lesson!"

Wei Jing was suddenly startled, and a strong sense of shame overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

He can't afford to lose face.

He still has many competitions to participate in and various research projects to undertake!

If someone is reported to the counselor by a professor in the Faculty of Arts today for "harassing female students," the news will spread throughout the entire Kyoto University tomorrow!

That's when you'll truly become famous!

How will he ever hold his head up at school again? How will he face Xie Qingyang?!

"...No need, Professor."

Wei Jing clenched his teeth, his face extremely pale, and he practically squeezed out those words through his teeth.

He gave Jiang Chu a deep, menacing look.

This woman will definitely regret it!

Even if she kneels down and begs him, he won't forgive her easily!

"No need?" The old professor's face darkened. "You think I'm discussing this with you? You've tried to lay a hand on my student in public time and time again! The girl already said she had to go to class, but you kept bothering her, trying to get her to skip class and go out with you? I'm right here, don't you even respect me! What a big shot you've got!"

Wei Jing's face was so pale it was beyond words.

He has been a role model of good children since he was a child, and the elders in his family have never spoken to him so harshly.

Not to mention that this is a professor, and in public, they actually showed him no respect!