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

Jiang Chu slightly widened her eyes.

She looked at the well-dressed, aloof man in front of her and found it hard to believe that he had said such a thing.

An abstract image involuntarily surfaced in Jiang Chu's mind.

One hundred handsome boys lined up to dance in the living room of the villa.

It was like a banquet hosted by a debauched and tyrannical ruler, or a talent show on a modern television program.

Jiang Chu: "..."

The head of the prestigious Tianyu Group, a powerful figure in the business world, can be this jealous.

however--

Seeing the displeasure and stubbornness surging in the man's deep black eyes, Jiang Chu's smile slowly faded.

He didn't say you couldn't like it or watch it.

Instead, they offered this strange solution.

Jiang Chu felt a little awkward, as if she had been bumped into by something, not too hard, not too soft.

Even when she was jealous of the man in front of her, she was still completely indulgent.

He would tell her with a straight face: If you like to watch it, I will buy it and let you watch it to your heart's content, until you only have eyes for me again.

This intense and obsessive love made Jiang Chu's heart start to race.

She looked around.

They were standing at the edge of the banquet hall, with the shadows cast by the pillars and curtains beside them, and lush green plants providing cover behind them.

The surrounding guests were chatting in twos and threes.

Jiang Chu's eyes flickered. "I have something to tell you."

As she spoke, she took a half-step forward, her toes slightly raised.

She casually tugged at the man's tie.

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow and lowered his head obediently.

The next second, the girl's soft, warm lips unexpectedly pressed against the man's thin lips, gently but provocatively sucking on them.

At the same time, the slender hand that was originally resting on the man's waist slid in without any hesitation along the edge of the open suit jacket.

"I'd rather see you jump, pfft."

Through the thin, high-quality haute couture shirt, his warm, soft palms pressed precisely against the well-defined, hard muscles of his abdomen.

Jiang Chu even deliberately bent her fingers and gave his taut abs a couple of suggestive kneads.

"..."

Xie Jing's breath caught in his throat.

The man's tall body tensed up abruptly, his muscles bulging at the touch.

The large hand that had been resting on her waist suddenly tightened.

"neat……"

Xie Jing's voice became hoarse, carrying a dangerous heat and a dull hue.

His eyes darkened, and the churning sourness in them was instantly swallowed up by a more primal and fervent desire.

Xie Jing lowered his head and took the initiative to kiss her lips fiercely, his large hands uncontrollably pressing down along the waistline of her velvet dress.

"Stop it," Jiang Chu deftly turned her head away, dodging the aggressive kiss, "There are so many people around."

She spoke casually, lightly scratching the man's hot abs with her fingertips before quickly withdrawing her hand and taking a half-step back.

Looking into the man's dark eyes, which seemed to be spitting fire, the girl blinked innocently and said coquettishly, "Mr. Xie, this is a public place, please be mindful of your behavior."

Provoked by her and then abruptly interrupted, Xie Jing felt a surge of lust rushing to his lower abdomen.

His eyes swirled with an intense, overwhelming lust. His Adam's apple bobbed twice as he stared intently at the woman before him, who was smiling like a cat that had just stolen some cream.

"Okay," Xie Jing said with a deep look in his eyes, "Don't cry later."

Without saying a word, he grabbed her wrist and turned to lead her to the private lounge on the second floor.

All he wanted now was to find a secluded spot, pin this audacious vixen against the wall, and give her a good "punishment."

"Chairman Xie? Oh my, it really is Chairman Xie! I've heard so much about you!"

A deep, resonant, and energetic voice suddenly came from the side and behind.

Xie Jing abruptly stopped, a hint of displeasure appearing on his handsome face.

But after all, he is the ruler of a multi-billion dollar empire, and his emotional management skills are already top-notch.

The moment he turned around, the desire and fire in his eyes were completely suppressed.

What replaced it was still the composure of Tianyu's chairman.

Jiang Chu immediately changed her posture, instantly switching to a dignified and calm demeanor, standing quietly.

Several very important guests walked over.

The leader was a high-ranking official from the Ministry of Culture.

Beside him was the founder of a top-tier auction house in China, and the other was an elderly man with gray hair but vigorous spirit, leaning on a golden nanmu cane.

"Director Zhou."

Xie Jing nodded slightly, his gaze naturally sweeping over the other two.

"Chairman Xie, it's a real surprise to meet you here tonight."

Director Zhou smiled warmly and then introduced the elderly man beside him to Xie Jing.

"Come, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Lin Henian, a leading figure in our country's classical arts and dance. Mr. Lin has just returned from lecturing abroad and has come here today to see some old friends."

Jiang Chu's eyes lit up slightly.

As a classical dance student, she knew all too well the weight of that name.

This gentleman is not only a national-level inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, but also the chief director of several internationally renowned Chinese classical dance dramas, holding a pivotal position in the art world.

"Mr. Lin, I've long admired you."

Xie Jing took the initiative to extend his hand and shook hands with the old man briefly.

Lin Henian looked at Xie Jing with a smile, his gaze sharp yet gentle: "Chairman Xie is young and promising. We old folks have all seen the support that Tianyu Group has given to the cultural industry over the years."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, everyone's gaze naturally fell on Xie Jing's radiant and exceptionally elegant young female companion.

"And this is...?"

Director Zhou asked with some curiosity.

He had never seen Xie Jing with a female companion, and this woman did not seem to be a relative of the Xie family.

Xie Jing naturally placed his hand back around Jiang Chu's waist, saying, "This is my lover, Jiang Chu."

His voice was deep and steady, yet carried an undeniable weight: "She currently serves as the chief consultant for Yu's Global Contemporary Art and Cross-Border Aesthetics."

"Oh?" Mr. Lin raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this.

He looked the girl up and down, admiring her natural, upright posture, like that of a pine or bamboo.

"Miss Jiang's overall demeanor is like that of a promising talent honed in our line of work. Her posture and figure have a certain refined and graceful charm."

Jiang Chu took a light breath and met the other person's gaze with grace and poise. "Professor Lin has a discerning eye. I am currently studying classical dance at Peking University, and you are an industry leader whom I have always admired. It is an honor for me to meet you here today."

"So he's from a formal acting background! No wonder, no wonder!"

Lin Henian immediately became interested.

The elderly man had little interest in business socializing, but when he met a younger person he liked, he immediately steered the conversation to his area of ​​expertise.

"The Yu family's high jewelry exhibition next spring plans to take a cross-disciplinary approach with classical art. Jewelry is an inanimate object, a crystallization of Western craftsmanship; while our Eastern classical aesthetics emphasize 'vitality' and 'blank space.' Since Ms. Jiang is the chief consultant and also studied classical dance, how do you plan to combine these two? This is no easy task."

This is a highly specialized and in-depth question.

Director Zhou and the auction house founder also showed expressions of interest.