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

Xie Jing turned his head slightly and calmly looked at the girl beside him.

If Jiang Chu needs help, he will immediately come to her rescue.

however--

Jiang Chu didn't express this meaning; all he could see in his eyes was encouragement and trust in her.

Jiang Chu pondered for a moment, sorting through the interdisciplinary materials he had read during this period, along with his insights gained from years of immersion in his professional field.

"In my view, jewelry is static, but beauty is fluid."

The girl's voice was clear and sweet, and every word she spoke made you want to listen attentively.

"Western jewelry displays often emphasize the fire and brilliance of the cut and geometric symmetry; while the core of our Eastern classical dance lies in circles and fluidity. Just as you have emphasized in your articles, it is about both form and spirit, with inner energy."

She slightly raised her arm, making an elegant hand gesture.

In that instantaneous wrist flip, the pigeon blood ruby ​​between his fingers refracted a flowing, water-like effect under the light.

"Therefore, when I was setting the concept for Yu's, I didn't want to use traditional static display cases. For example, I had an inspiration to use classical musical instruments—such as the cracks of the guqin and the curves of the pipa—as a visual extension of the display stand. At the same time, combined with the concept of dancers' breathing, I used the alternation of light and shadow to simulate the 'lifting' and 'sinking' in classical dance."

Jiang Chu said softly.

"Let those antique jewelry pieces, in the interplay of light and shadow, generate a rhythm that seems to rise and fall with the human breath. Western artifacts, Eastern spirit, using the extended feeling of dance to break the coldness of jewelry."

Jiang Chu thought for a moment, "...At least it's a plan, but it might not end up like this. I also have a lot to learn."

The surroundings were quiet for a few seconds.

Mr. Lin laughed, tapping the carpet with his cane, his eyes full of surprise. "Young people these days often just blindly copy and label things when they try to cross over into other fields. It's already rare for you to have this kind of insight."

Director Zhou also clapped, "Chairman Xie, your wife is truly remarkable. It seems that our Ministry of Culture will have to pay close attention to the Yu family's grand exhibition next year."

Upon hearing this form of address, Jiang Chu's face flushed slightly.

"Director Zhou, you flatter me."

Xie Jing slightly curled the corners of his lips, his tone remaining calm.

But the way his arms were tightly wrapped around the girl's waist, and the almost overflowing pride in his eyes, betrayed his joyful mood.

His women could not only be charming and seductive in his arms, making him lose his composure, but also remain calm and radiant in front of business tycoons and industry leaders.

The group then exchanged some details about the application of classical music in the exhibition hall. Jiang Chu answered fluently, citing classical texts, and showed no stage fright whatsoever.

Lin Henian grew to like this talented junior more and more as they talked. Before leaving, he even asked his assistant to leave Jiang Chu's contact information, saying that she could contact him anytime if she needed guidance on her graduation play.

Once the distinguished guests had left satisfied, the area around the two men was empty again.

Jiang Chu relaxed a bit.

She breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Xie Jing, her eyes sparkling like those of an excellent student waiting for praise from her teacher.

"Chairman, I didn't embarrass you just now, did I?"

"Shameful?"

Xie Jing snorted coldly, his large hand dangerously sliding down her lower back to her spine, his fingertips precisely pressing on that alluring indentation through the thin velvet fabric.

Jiang Chu's body went slightly weaker. "What are you doing? It tickles!"

The man's breathing became heavy again. "We—"

He lowered his head, his lips almost touching her carotid artery, and spoke softly in a hoarse voice that only the two of them could hear.

"We could also talk about 'breathing' and 'ups and downs' in a different place."

"What?!" Jiang Chu's cheeks flushed instantly, and she shrank back involuntarily. "How can you be so indecent! You're here on important business! Go on, hurry up and go."

"It's not time yet," Xie Jing glanced at her phone. "Going early won't make a difference. Besides, you'll be the mistress of the company in the future, so you'll come along later."

Jiang Chu sighed, "...Are you really going to take me to talk to those people? I'll just be listening anyway."

Xie Jing remained noncommittal. "Do you want to go?"

Jiang Chu nodded and then shook her head. "I'm mainly afraid of looking like a clown, since that's not an area I can talk about at all."

Xie Jing's gaze passed over her shoulder and landed on the deepest part of the banquet hall, on the tightly closed carved sandalwood door.

The man's body lost some of its warmth, replaced by a chilling and murderous aura.

The reason he participated in tonight's closed-door banquet is to consolidate pricing power for new energy and strategic minerals in the next quarter.

Within the elite circle, they control not only the coal that underpins the industrial lifeline of northern China, but also the most crucial link in the global new energy industry chain.

Tianyu Group possesses the most advanced refining technology and hidden mining rights, making it the uncrowned king of this industry.

More than half an hour later.

Jiang Chu followed her boyfriend through the banquet, greeted several business partners, and finally walked side by side into the sandalwood gate.

An elderly man, dressed in a Zhongshan suit and with a full head of white hair but a vigorous spirit, slowly approached, surrounded by several giants of the military-industrial complex and high-ranking officials from the State Strategic Reserves Administration.

"...Mr. Zhong."

"Ziyan, come here and talk to me."

Old Master Zhong waved his hand, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority.

Xie Jing naturally took Jiang Chu's hand.

Jiang Chu walked over nervously.

Mr. Zhong nodded to her, "Miss Jiang."

Jiang Chu greeted them politely.

Mr. Zhong didn't say much, quickly getting straight to the point, "At next month's international energy summit, those North American and European conglomerates are putting pressure on us to lift export quotas, even bringing up the antitrust treaty from back then. What's your opinion on this?"

The atmosphere around them froze instantly, and even the energy giants nearby held their breath.

The government is demanding an attitude from Tianyu Group.

"My opinion," Xie Jing said calmly, "...if they want quotas, they should exchange them for their latest high-precision lithography machine core light source technology and their share of Europe's largest high-nickel battery industry chain."