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

Jiang Chu was stunned.

Looking at the man kneeling before her, who held the lifeline of half the Earth's energy, her eyes welled up with tears.

She knew he loved her, and she knew this day would come sooner or later.

After all, this matter had been discussed in front of Sigrid.

but--

"You," Jiang Chu bit her lower lip, tears welling in her eyes, "the chairman of the prestigious Tianyu Group, actually believes in these things?"

Hearing her teasing tone with a nasal quality, Xie Jing's tense back relaxed slightly.

He chuckled softly, covered her soft little hand with his large palm, held her slightly cool fingertips in his palm, and gently caressed them.

"I didn't believe it at first either."

Xie Jing's gaze became more distant.

"When I was a child, I met a Taoist priest who was quite famous in the circle..."

He pondered for a moment and said, "It's rare that even the old man respects him and speaks to him so politely. I found it interesting, so I chatted with that person for a while. As a result, that person looked at me and said that this young man has a fierce destiny and a fierce aura. If he gets married early, he may suffer losses instead of blessings."

Jiang Chu didn't quite understand these things, but she could tell that it wasn't advisable to get married too early.

"Then it was said that if the Red Phoenix Star shines late in life, one will surely meet a perfect match, like a phoenix and a unicorn, and live in harmony."

Xie Jing glanced at her with a half-smile, then emphasized the last sentence, saying each word clearly: "May the jade trees fill the courtyard, and orchids and cassia compete in fragrance."

Jiang Chu blinked.

She was thinking about the previous sentence and didn't quite understand it at first, still trying to figure out which words it was.

"What this means," the man said with a slight smile, "is that you will have a lot of children in the future, each one outstanding and bringing glory to the family."

"What?" Jiang Chu blushed. "And you made it sound so mysterious..."

Xie Jing paused, his dark eyes locking onto her, watching the blush spreading across the girl's cheeks.

He pinched his slender fingers together. "Back then, I didn't take it seriously. Later, I even used it to shut other people up. I witnessed my brother's experience and realized that there is no such thing as a soulmate or destiny. There is only desire, scheming, and helplessness. I have to be more ruthless than others to avoid being used and hurt."

Jiang Chu grabbed his hand in return, "You're right to think that way. Even ordinary people who inherit a little property might be targeted and killed, let alone someone like your family."

"But," Xie Jing pressed the back of her hand against his cheek, "meeting you, seeing you smile beside me, feeling your tenderness in my arms, and then missing you when I can't see you, and being afraid of losing you when I do see you—"

He whispered, "I had a feeling that the Taoist priest might have been right. Luckily, I didn't miss you."

Jiang Chu finally couldn't hold back her tears, which streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto her legs.

She didn't say anything, but simply pulled her hand away from his grasp.

Then he gently cupped that face with its sharp bone structure and extreme handsomeness.

Her fingertips gently traced the man's high nose bridge, his deep-set eyes, and finally landed on his slightly tense jaw.

Jiang Chu leaned closer and gently pressed her warm lips to Xie Jing's forehead.

This was a kiss devoid of any lustful intent, yet it contained a tenderness, reverence, and surrender more intense than any deep kiss.

Xie Jing was startled.

Jiang Chu slowly stepped back a little, turned her head, and looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, the snow had just stopped.

The night sky over Beijing was washed clear by the snowmelt, and in the vast expanse of the sky, a few extremely bright stars pierced through the clouds and hung quietly atop the eastern mountain.

Her gaze shifted from the starry sky back to the deep blue velvet box filled with dazzling diamonds.

"We carefully gather firewood, and the three stars are in the sky."

Jiang Chu stretched out her hand as she spoke.

—It seems to be an expression of admiration for the magnificent starry sky, but it is actually a love poem congratulating a newlywed couple.

Xie Jing took her hand and slowly pushed the ring up.

"...What night is this, to see such a radiant person?"

He responded in a low voice.

The cold, hard platinum ring slid firmly into her slender, fair finger.

The size is exactly the same.

That priceless miracle fit perfectly between her fingers, reflecting a dazzling, mesmerizing fire.

Xie Jing lowered his head, reverently kissed the ring, and then kissed the back of her hand.

Then, he suddenly stood up and, with irresistible force, pulled her tightly into his arms.

"neat……"

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling her faint fragrance, his voice filled with a satisfied and frenzied joy at having his long-cherished wish fulfilled.

"Once it's on, you'll never be able to take it off for the rest of your life."

Jiang Chu was struggling to breathe because of his choking, but she didn't struggle.

She leaned obediently on the man's shoulder, wrapped her arms around his broad, upright back, and ran her fingertips through his hair.

It was like soothing a wild beast that had been completely tamed.

Xie Jing nuzzled against her neck, as if trying to leave his scent firmly on her body.

The two quickly embraced and fell backward together, sinking deeply into the soft velvet bed.

Jiang Chu was held tightly in his arms, her long, black hair cascading like seaweed onto the white pillow.

She was slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed with a light blush, and her delicate hand, adorned with precious diamonds, rested on the man's shoulder.

Xie Jing leaned on one hand beside her, looking down at her.

He lowered his head and kissed her very patiently, little by little.

His warm, thin lips first landed on her smooth, full forehead, then slowly moved down her high, straight nose, landing on her eyes that always shimmered with innocent light.

His eyelashes brushed against her cheek, and he paused for a moment after each kiss.

It was as if he was reverently branding his mark, a mark that belonged only to him.

"neat."

He called her softly, his voice now only a tender, husky whisper that could melt your bones.

"Um……"

Jiang Chu tilted her head back slightly, like a cat whose fur had finally been stroked, and wrapped her arms around the man's neck.

Her movements carried a touch of coquettish dependence. "Are you going to headquarters this morning?"

Xie Jing's eyes darkened. "I specifically chose this day, so naturally I can go a little later."

He took the girl's left hand, the one with the ring on it.

The two held hands tightly.

The cold, hard platinum ring rested between their fingers.

The coldness that originally belonged to inorganic matter was gradually being tinged with the burning body temperature of the two people as their skin touched and rubbed together.

Jiang Chu turned her head, her gaze passing over the man's broad shoulders, and looked at the night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

"It's so beautiful..."

She murmured softly, then turned to look at the man above her, tracing his handsome features with her fingertips.

"You look good too."

Xie Jing glanced at the silent snow scene outside the window, then turned his gaze back to her delicate and bright face without any hesitation.

For him, no matter how beautiful the scenery in the world was, it couldn't compare to even a fraction of the vividness of the person in his arms.

"……really."

He said something softly, then turned his head and kissed her moist red lips.

"...My wife is the most beautiful."