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

Jiang Chu laughed so hard she almost fell over. "Have you had any other 'romantic affairs' like this before? Hahahaha—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the world spun around him.

Xie Jing bent down, scooped her up by the knees, and lifted her up in his arms.

"!"

Jiang Chu gasped softly and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Xie Jing picked her up and, without saying a word, strode into the spacious back seat of the extended Phantom, bending down to place her on the leather seat.

Immediately afterwards, the tall man sat down next to him.

The car door was slammed shut.

The overhead lights inside the carriage emitted a soft amber glow.

Xie Jing did not immediately return to his seat, but instead, while she was half-pressed down in the seat, he rested one hand on the soft headrest beside her ear.

The other large hand, with a hint of punishment, precisely grasped her mischievous little hand, interlocked their fingers, and pressed her slender wrist against the back of the seat.

He lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers, and his deep black eyes swirled with a spark of anger and intense possessiveness.

"You're so happy."

The man's voice was deep and husky, carrying a magnetic warmth that could make one's legs go weak, as it brushed against her lips, "Want to hear my romantic escapades?"

Jiang Chu was trapped in this small space, and her heart was racing uncontrollably.

She could clearly feel the weight and warmth of the man's strong thighs, and through the fabric of his suit trousers pressed against the velvet skirt, she could also smell the crisp, faint scent of floral and fruity wine.

She swallowed hard, her earlier arrogance instantly subsiding. "Those were just funny things that happened during your growing up, considering you were still young back then—"

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly, took her large hand and guided it downwards, slowly and deliberately placing it on the spot where she had just been patted, through the thin layer of her suit pants.

His voice was extremely hoarse, "Then what does this mean?"

Jiang Chu's face flushed slightly, even her ears turned bright red: "I... I just thought it felt nice to hold. Cough, I'm sure a lot of people wanted to take pictures of it back then, but now it's mine anyway!"

Xie Jing stared at her intently.

Then he lowered his head and fiercely kissed her slightly parted red lips.

The kiss carried a strong sense of punishment, yet it wasn't overly rough.

He pried open her teeth, hooked her tongue, and irresistibly seized her breath until tears uncontrollably spilled from the corners of her lips.

The Phantom's seats were spacious enough that Jiang Chu leaned back, feeling dizzy from the kisses.

The hand he was holding unconsciously curled its fingertips, causing the man's strong thigh muscles to tense up as well.

Xie Jing let out a muffled groan and finally released her lips, but their foreheads remained pressed together.

The man's breath was hot and rapid. "They're all yours."

His fingertips gently caressed the lips that he had kissed until they were red and swollen, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded.

"You can feel it properly—"

He gave her no further chance to dodge, his high, straight nose brushing against her beautiful jawline.

The man greedily sniffed and wandered around, finally stopping beside that small, round earlobe.

Xie Jing turned his head, parted his thin lips slightly, and took the luscious ruby ​​earring into his mouth, along with her soft earlobe, and rolled it into his warm, moist mouth.

"Well……"

Jiang Chu trembled uncontrollably.

Cold, hard, and expensive gemstone facets.

A hot, nimble tongue.

The two create a striking contrast.

He deliberately used his teeth to gently grind the soft flesh, biting it lightly and softly, his tongue sweeping across the sensitive area behind his ear, his warm breath spraying all over his neck.

The tingling, itchy sensation shot through my entire body like an electric current along my spine.

The girl's originally clear eyes instantly welled up with a shimmering, watery light, and the corners of her eyes were tinged with a seductive crimson.

"Xie Jing..."

She called to him in a soft, charming voice, like a small brush with a hook, scratching hard at the man's heart.

Hearing the sticky, lingering tone, Xie Jing's eyes grew even darker. He grabbed the slender waist with his free hand and pressed her forcefully against him.

Jiang Chu's hand also began to slowly climb upwards.

Through the exquisite French haute couture shirt, she could feel the man's well-defined abdominal muscles.

My fingertips gently traced and pressed along the contours of her abdominal muscles, feeling the muscles suddenly tighten and bulge as she touched them.

The heat penetrated the thin fabric of the shirt, burning directly into her palms, full of power and aggression.

Xie Jing let out an extremely sexy pant.

Jiang Chu's breathing became uneven due to his actions, but her courage also grew.

Her restless little hand slid down her slender waistline, past the edge of the belt on her suit pants, and her fingertips reached for the man's firm, perky buttocks.

He placed his palm on that incredibly powerful muscle, and even mischievously curled his fingers to give it a light pinch through the supple fabric of the trousers.

Xie Jing: "..."

Xie Jing gasped and grabbed her wrist as she tried to provoke him.

He finally loosened his grip on her earlobe.

The ruby ​​earrings shimmered with a moist luster in the dim light.

The man's dark eyes burned like two dark flames, locking tightly around the audacious little vixen in his arms.

"Jiang Chu," he gritted his teeth, his jawline taut to the extreme, "you really are—"

He held Jiang Chu in his arms, her pitiful eyes curving into a sly smile.

She hooked her arm around his neck and pressed herself closer to him.

"Since they're all mine," the girl tilted her head slightly, "then I'll exercise my sovereignty."

Xie Jing looked down at her, then resignedly hugged the girl, "...Okay."

He buried his face in the other's neck and kissed it gently, then couldn't resist taking a light bite.

Jiang Chu couldn't help but gasp.

She pressed her hand against the back of the man's neck, feeling as if she were hugging a large, furry dog, and couldn't help but stroke his hair, constantly smoothing it.

The Rolls-Royce drove smoothly on the road, and outside the window, a light snow began to fall.

The first snow melted into winding water streaks that crisscrossed the car window, revealing the dazzling night view of Beijing outside.

The dazzling neon lights of the CBD and the ancient buildings with red walls and golden tiles overlap in the night, forming a blurry and ambiguous background on the window.