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

At dusk, the sun sets in the west.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the evening glow stretched out like flowing rose petals.

Jiang Chu sank into the large, comfortable sofa, a thick economics book spread out on her lap.

Ding.

My computer suddenly emitted an email notification tone.

She walked to the desk.

On the screen, at the very top of the unread email list, lay a formal email from Geneva.

Jiang Chu glanced at the sender and immediately gasped.

For this email, she scoured interdisciplinary literature, racking her brains and stumbling along the way during the choreography process.

Now we finally have results.

The email's layout was as rigorous and restrained as ever, with pure black academic font embedded with the foundation's unique dark gold shield emblem.

"Dear Ms. Jiang Chu..."

She quickly looked down.

Until you see the end of the email

"...Jury's Special Prize of this biennale."

Special Jury Prize.

Jiang Chu blinked, still somewhat incredulous.

BIMMA's regular awards are only gold, silver, and bronze, which are awarded to works that demonstrate outstanding choreography techniques or research perspectives.

The special award is often a unique prize that breaks down disciplinary barriers and provides directional inspiration for future research.

This award is often left vacant in previous competitions. The winner of the previous competition is now the principal choreographer of the Paris Opera Ballet and an honorary professor at the Sorbonne University.

Jiang Chu suppressed the turmoil in her heart and continued to browse the detailed instructions in the email regarding the subsequent procedures for the award.

According to BIMMA's charter, my academic paper has passed three rounds of blind review by the joint committee.

—This article will be formally included in "Movement as a Primitive Language: The Boundaries of Body, Nerve and Culture" (Vol.7).

This means that in future academic citation networks, she will have a highly formal and unshakeable identity in the international intersection of performing arts and science.

—Independent author of academic papers included in a joint collection published by Cambridge University Press and MIT Press.

In addition to the publication of the article, the email also included a copy of a letter from Paris.

Since the co-organizers of this competition include the Paris National Higher School of Dance, the dance short film submitted by Jiang Chu has been selected by the Digital Arts Committee of the Centre Pompidou.

The work will be permanently included in the permanent digital collection of the National Museum of Modern Art at the Pompidou Centre.

In the future, art researchers around the world will be able to see the physical miracles created by this girl from Peking University in China in digital databases.

Jiang Chu was so excited she almost jumped up.

However, the shockwaves from this email were far from over.

At the end of the letter was a separately formatted electronic invitation with a unique invitation code.

The IACF Foundation’s most important annual closed-door event is the closed-door invitation-only research and development forum.

The number of people invited to this forum each year is strictly limited to no more than fifty.

It is not open to any member of the public or media.

In addition to the winner of the highest award at this year's BIMMA, the attendees were all top neuroscientists, psychiatric experts, and senior chief curators from museums and art galleries around the world.

There, artists don't talk about box office revenue, and scientists don't talk about funding; they simply sit in a conference room on the shores of Lake Geneva and discuss the ultimate boundaries of human consciousness, the body, and aesthetics.

Jiang Chu looked at the renowned scholars' names on the invitation, her fingertips trembling slightly with excitement.

For a dancer, being able to enter a circle that places "art" and "the highest wisdom of mankind" on an equal footing is an indescribable and ultimate temptation.

She clicked the "Confirm Attendance" link almost without hesitation.

When filling in the section for accompanying persons and family members, the cursor in the input box blinks gently on the screen.

Jiang Chu tilted her head.

Some invitations are best extended in person.

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8:30 p.m.

Xie Jing entered the living room, bringing with him the chill of deep winter.

He loosened the dark blue tie around his neck and casually handed his bespoke suit jacket to the butler beside him.

His handsome face still carried the coldness and weariness he had shown when facing a group of senior executives at the board meeting, and his deep black eyes held an imposing sense of authority.

However, when he looked up and saw the slender figure approaching gracefully, the frost and hostility in his eyes instantly melted away.

Jiang Chu, wearing a dress with cartoon cat prints, walked barefoot down the stairs, hopping and skipping to a stop on the last few steps, her face beaming with joy.

"You're back, Chairman."

She looked at him with a smile.

Xie Jing glanced at her.

Immediately afterwards, he strode forward, stretched out his long arm, grabbed her slender waist, and lifted her down the steps.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes again?"

The man's voice was deep and husky, carrying a hint of reproach, but more so an overwhelming sense of indulgence.

He easily picked her up and placed her comfortably on the huge leather sofa in the living room, then leaned over and pressed down on her.

Butler Wang has already slipped away.

"...Are you so happy today?"

Xie Jing braced himself on both sides of her, completely enveloping her in his shadow, and leaned down to kiss her.

Jiang Chu sank into the sofa, raised her hands, and naturally put them on the man's broad and thick shoulders.

"I have good news for you," she said, tilting her chin slightly, her bright eyes brimming with undisguised joy, "The BIMMA results are in."

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly.

He actually received the report from his assistant on the way.

Although this matter has nothing to do with his work, it does involve his wife, so it is just as important as those other things.

but--

Seeing the girl in his arms, looking as lively as a little peacock waiting for praise, he readily concealed his expression.

Xie Jing looked at her intently, his deep black eyes filled with focus.

"How did it go?"

"Special Jury Prize!"

Jiang Chu was overjoyed, and her fingertips lightly traced the edge of the man's suit vest.

"Furthermore, my paper is going to be jointly published by Cambridge and MIT Press. From now on, please call me peer-reviewed author, Mr. Xie."

Xie Jing looked down at her.

The girl tilted her head back, looking proud, her clear black and white eyes sparkling with an astonishing brilliance.

"……good."

"Hehe, Chairman, you're also a graduate of a prestigious university. Did you... um!"

The man suddenly lowered his head, and his thin lips unexpectedly captured the chattering little mouth.

He sucked and entangled fiercely until he had stolen all the warmth from the girl's lips.

Looking at the little one in my arms, breathing rapidly and with a dazed look in his eyes, limp in my arms.

Xie Jing then loosened his grip on her slightly.

"I'm not as good as you."

Xie Jing's voice was hoarse as he pinched the soft flesh of her waist as punishment with his large hand.

"Not only are you advising the Yu family, but now even the international academic community is giving you their approval. Shouldn't I start to feel threatened? Hmm? In a few years, when Professor Jiang becomes world-renowned, I guess I'll be kicked out by you too."

Jiang Chu was panting from his kiss, but upon hearing this, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

"Don't give me that crap. Weren't you already world-famous eight hundred years ago? By your logic, I should have been fired long ago."

As she spoke, she bit the man's neck.

Xie Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

—It actually hurts a little.

But it's not too overt, so it's more like a subtle, almost imperceptible flirtation.

"Don't give me that crap."

The man's deep black eyes suddenly darkened, and a very low, deep laugh escaped his throat.

He tightened his large hand on the girl's waist, and with a little force, lifted her up and made her straddle his crisp suit trousers.

A burning hot palm slipped under the hem of her skirt, its force irresistible strength as rough calluses rubbed against her taut yet supple muscles.

"They're getting bolder and bolder, daring to bite me."