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

Yihe Mansion, in the western suburbs of Beijing.

This is a top-tier private club built among a series of ancient buildings, appearing and disappearing among the pines and cypresses.

Tonight, there are no flashbulbs, no red carpet, and no media vans here.

But the tree-lined avenue outside the mansion is filled with priceless luxury cars.

This was a very high-profile closed-door dinner.

The guests who came and went were all wealthy and powerful, and they were all people who truly touched the core of power and capital.

At 8 p.m., a pure black bulletproof custom Phantom slowly pulled up in front of the mansion's carved gate.

The doorman respectfully opened the car door, and a foot wearing a pure black bespoke leather shoe stepped out first.

Xie Jing straightened the cuffs of his dark suit and got out of the car.

He was tall and imposing, with broad shoulders and long legs. His handsome face, as if sculpted by God, appeared even more profound and sculpted under the interplay of night and the dim yellow light of the wall lamp.

The man turned around and stretched out a hand into the carriage. The coldness in his eyes instantly melted away, turning into utmost tenderness.

A fair and delicate hand gently rested on the large, rough palm.

Jiang Chu lifted her skirt and gracefully stepped out of the car.

Tonight she wore a dark blue velvet gown that was handcrafted by a French workshop over a period of six months.

The dress is exquisitely tailored, without any extra rhinestones or complicated lace. Relying on the drape of the fabric and the cut, it perfectly accentuates a slender waist.

Beneath the deep V-neck, a large expanse of skin shone like snow.

On her long, graceful swan-like neck was a substantial antique pigeon blood ruby ​​necklace.

The ruby, so red it seemed to drip blood, exuded a striking and breathtaking classical beauty against the backdrop of deep blue velvet and snow-white skin.

Xie Jing's dark gray suit also featured a ruby ​​brooch of the same origin as her necklace.

This is an undisguised declaration.

The moment the two walked into the banquet hall side by side, an extremely brief silence fell over the entire hall, which was filled with elegant attire, whispers, and laughter.

All eyes turned to them.

In Beijing's elite circles, the chairman of Tianyu Group is known for his aloofness and detachment from worldly desires.

This ruthless and ruthless man is said to have a daughter outside of marriage—but it is unknown whether she is his biological daughter or a goddaughter who grew up in the United States.

After all, whether in China or abroad, he always appears alone, without even a female assistant by his side.

...or it seems that all of his assistants are men.

But today, this richest man in Beijing not only brought a female companion—

Moreover, the way he looked at that woman and the way his hand was protectively around her waist were all announcing something to the entire capital.

This is the person he cherishes most.

Then, people discovered something.

That woman possessed an exceptional beauty that was rarely seen in the world.

She stood quietly beside the tall man, her posture relaxed and at ease. Her bright eyes, with their long, thick eyelashes, resembled two small fans dipped in ink, casting a faint shadow beneath them.

The corners of her eyes naturally have a slight upward curve, and her eyes are full of emotion, with clear black and white, as if tears would roll down at the slightest blink.

Like apricot blossoms glistening with morning dew in March, or a night-blooming cereus bathed in moonlight.

She was on the taller side for a woman and looked very thin, but her exposed arms had clearly defined muscles, and every line looked like it had been polished.

Xie Jing held her tightly, as if afraid that if he let go, this ethereal beauty would vanish in the wind.

Despite being under the gaze of everyone, Jiang Chu remained calm.

She was used to being stared at before she transmigrated, so she's not nervous now.

"Whose is that?"

"...Does that matter?"

"Wow, this is like an iron tree blooming..."

The crowd whispered and speculated among themselves.

In the crowd, a dignified and shrewd lady in a dark purple cheongsam was holding a glass of champagne, scrutinizing Jiang Chu with piercing eyes.

This is the mistress of the Tan Group, one of Beijing's long-established conglomerates, which mainly deals in ocean shipping and heavy manufacturing.

Standing next to Madam Tan was a young man dressed in a white haute couture suit.

He looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, with extremely delicate features, fair skin that seemed to glow, red lips and white teeth. He stood quietly beside his mother, like a precious and fragile piece of porcelain.

This is Mrs. Tan's youngest son, Tan Yunxi.

Mrs. Tan was an extremely shrewd and snobbish businesswoman.

The Tan family has two sons, and the elder son took over part of the heavy industry business at a young age.

This youngest son, who was extremely handsome and had a rather gentle personality, was always regarded by Madam Tan as a bargaining chip for marriage alliances.

She had been secretly plotting for a while, and although the eldest daughter of the Xie family grew up in the United States, she was, after all, Xie Jing's acknowledged daughter.

If Xie Qingyang really does become the heir to the Tianyu Group in the future—

Mrs. Tan had always wanted her son to marry into the family.

The two are only a year apart in age, which is just right.

As long as it can be tied to Tianyu's enormous wealth, nothing else matters.

But Mrs. Tan, a cunning old fox who has been navigating the world of fame and fortune for decades, never acts without first seeing the benefits.

She had pondered this many times in secret. Xie Jing was not even forty years old. In this circle, it was common for men to continue having children in their fifties or sixties.

Whether Xie Qingyang can become the heir of the Xie family remains a huge question mark.

Therefore, she usually only allowed Tan Yunxi and Xie Qingyang to maintain a basic nodding acquaintance, and absolutely did not allow her youngest son to be tied to Xie Qingyang too early.

At that moment, when she saw Xie Jing making a high-profile appearance with a stunningly beautiful and elegant young woman, Madam Tan's heart sank, but then a surge of relief welled up inside her.

Fortunately, I didn't bet recklessly.

"Yunxi," Madam Tan lowered her voice and instructed the young man beside her, "come with me to offer a toast in a little while. Remember, be very polite and respectful to that young lady, and make sure you smile nicely."

Tan Yunxi nodded obediently, "Okay, Mom."

Mrs. Tan took a deep breath, picked up the champagne glass, and put on an impeccable, elegant smile as she led her son over.