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

Xie Jing spoke softly, lowering his head to find her long, fair swan neck.

He also left a wet, hot kiss on that throbbing carotid artery, a kiss that carried a hint of punishment yet was also incredibly tender.

Then he opened his teeth and began to grind them down, neither too hard nor too soft.

"Ugh—"

Jiang Chu shuddered violently.

The tingling sensation that shot up her spine and tailbone made her waist go limp instantly.

The man's advances were like a storm, his kisses traveling from her neck upwards, sealing her lips once more. His tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, greedily stealing her breath.

The large hand didn't stop at all, moving and kneading along the protruding butterfly bone.

"Hmm...slower..."

In just a few minutes, Jiang Chu's eyes were already glazed over from his kisses, with a captivating blush at the corners of her eyes, and her breathing was erratic.

She turned her head away, panting, trying to avoid his demands that seemed to want to devour her whole, and let out two soft, tearful moans.

"Don't pinch me, it's so itchy... I can't breathe..."

Hearing that soft, trembling plea for mercy, Xie Jing finally stopped moving.

He raised his head and looked down at the girl in his arms.

Jiang Chu's breathing was a little rapid, a few strands of black hair clung messily to her sweaty cheeks, and her watery eyes were also misty.

Xie Jing took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the rage within him.

He extended his thumb, his rough fingertip wiping away the saliva from the girl's lips, his voice terribly hoarse: "You're begging for mercy already? A big celebrity?"

It took Jiang Chu a while to regain her breathing.

She puffed out her cheeks and nestled against the man's broad chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and gave him a playful glare.

"Stop fooling around, I want to talk to you about serious matters."

Jiang Chu tugged at the man's collar, "At the end of next month, IACF is hosting a very high-level interdisciplinary closed-door seminar..."

She paused for a moment, then said, "The invitation says that as the latest recipient, I can go, and I can even bring a family member."

Xie Jing looked at her smug little face and a smile flashed in his eyes.

But he didn't agree immediately. Instead, he leaned back lazily on the leather sofa, his long legs slightly apart, letting her straddle him.

"Really? Which family member are you planning to bring?"

The man's long, slender fingers tapped casually on the sofa armrest, his eyebrows slightly raised, adopting an extremely serious, businesslike demeanor as he pondered.

Jiang Chu: "..."

hateful.

"I don't know," Jiang Chu squinted. "Do I have any family members? I can't seem to remember."

Xie Jing was amused by her. "I remember you seem to have a fiancé. Are you thinking of inviting him?"

Jiang Chu rolled her eyes at him. "Really? I forgot."

Xie Jing pinched her chin. "Which lady was crying and sobbing upstairs in front of the diamond ring earlier?"

Jiang Chu slapped his hand away. "So you don't have dementia? Then why did you ask me which family member I was planning to bring!"

"You have parents and younger siblings," Xie Jing looked at her innocently, "I'm not your only relative."

Jiang Chu pinched him.

That bad guy.

She looked at Xie Jing's smug expression, then snorted, rolled off him, and straightened her slightly disheveled skirt.

Then he slowly gathered his hair.

"Never mind, I guess you must be very busy."

Jiang Chu deliberately dragged out her words, her tone revealing a nonchalant air.

"Anyway, the scenery around Lake Geneva is so beautiful. I heard that several of the neurobiologists there are quite young. I can also go and see the members of the avant-garde dance troupe. They all have great figures and good personalities, so I'm sure some of them would be willing to go with me. And there's that guy surnamed Tan I met at the banquet last time..."

Before he could finish speaking, a terrifying force suddenly came from his waist!

Before Jiang Chu could react, Xie Jing had already pulled her back and slammed her down into the deep recesses of the large, soft leather sofa.

The man's tall frame loomed over her like a black panther, forcefully parting her legs and pinning her firmly between himself and the sofa.

His large hands gripped her two slender wrists, lifting them above her head without allowing her to resist, and pressing them against the leather cushion.

The air of strategizing and deliberately aloofness that had just been there had vanished without a trace.

His deep black eyes swirled with jealousy and possessiveness, his jawline muscles were taut, and he exuded an aura of an extremely dangerous tyrant.

Say it to me again.

Xie Jing lowered his head, his nose touching hers, his hot breath spraying onto her face like flames.

"The principal male dancer of a European dance company? That immature, pretty boy from the Tan family?"

"I... um!"

Just as Jiang Chu was about to explain, the man's passionate kiss sealed her lips.

Then came the ruthless plunder and occupation.

Xie Jing sucked on her lips like a madman, and soon his tongue also roughly darted in, sweeping through every inch of the softness in her mouth.

"Ugh... Xie Jing... let go... you bastard..."

Jiang Chu's mind went blank from his kisses, her tongue went numb from being sucked, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She struggled desperately for her wrists, which were being held in a clamp, but this only resulted in the man pressing down on her even harder.

Xie Jing finally released her lips and instead bit her fair collarbone, leaving an ambiguous red mark.

Jiang Chu tugged at his hair, "You really are..."

"What's wrong?" Xie Jing nuzzled against her neck, "Don't you like playing like this?"

Jiang Chu hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

She was reluctant to admit it, but she knew that this guy had seen through her, so she couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

Jiang Chu ruffled the man's fluffy hair haphazardly, as if she were petting a dog, making his thick, slightly curly black hair a mess.

"...You're the one who likes it! You always try to annoy me on purpose!"

She said angrily.

Xie Jing bit her again, "I learned it from you."

"Ouch," Jiang Chu said, feeling both pain and ticklish from his bites. "Stop biting me, I want to do it again tomorrow..."

Xie Jing unbuttoned the last two buttons with one hand, revealing his full and muscular chest.

He held his fiancée's hand, letting her slender fingers press against his heart. "You said they have good figures? How good?"

Jiang Chu: "..."