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

Jiang Chu lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the full, muscular chest that rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

The scalding body temperature and powerful heartbeat traveled through my fingertips.

"Hmm... how good is it?"

Jiang Chu's eyes darted around, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

Instead of pulling her hand back, she spread her fingers and placed her soft, warm palm completely against his hard chest muscles.

Xie Jing paused.

The long fingers clasped around that slender wrist unconsciously tightened their grip.

Jiang Chu's fingertips gently scraped and circled the taut muscles, teasing them a couple of times.

She tilted her head slightly upwards.

"That's true. Forget about male dancers or rich second-generation heirs, none of them can compare to our chairman..."

"!"

The girl's cool fingertips brushed against her skin.

And that sweet, soft voice.

The provocation, like adding fuel to the fire, made him feel terrible.

A muffled groan escaped the man's throat, and a dark fire instantly ignited in his deep black eyes.

He could no longer bear this almost torturous sweet teasing. He grabbed the back of her head with his large hand and flipped her over, pressing her deep into the sofa.

"Since it feels so good, I'll let you touch it to your heart's content tonight. Let's see if you'll still have the energy to think about anyone else tomorrow!"

The kisses rained down on her, drowning out all her gasps of surprise.

The leather sofa made a slight rubbing sound.

The room was enchanting, filled with the boundless beauty of spring.

"..."

After a long while, Jiang Chu was carried upstairs and took a shower, feeling utterly exhausted.

The lights in the master bedroom have been adjusted to a warm orange hue.

She nestled limply in the man's broad, warm embrace, like a cat whose strength had been drained.

She was wearing a large black shirt, the hem of which barely covered her thighs, and there were still some ambiguous red marks on her fair skin.

Xie Jing leaned against the headboard, one arm around her slender shoulder, the other gently playing with her loose long hair.

The man's hard jawline relaxed completely, his eyes filled with a languid and affectionate look after he had satisfied himself.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, his voice hoarse yet gentle.

Jiang Chu didn't want to move a single finger, but simply snuggled closer to him in a more comfortable position, saying, "You're such a jerk, it's probably red again..."

Xie Jing chuckled softly, tightened his arms, and held her even closer.

"I had plans for that day, but I'll have someone else attend and I'll listen online. After all, being with you is the most important thing."

Jiang Chu was slightly taken aback. She lifted her head from his embrace and looked at him with her still slightly wet eyes.

"Actually, I was just asking casually. To be honest, with my level of expertise, if I went to a place full of experts, I probably wouldn't understand what they were saying."

She was a little embarrassed, "Those kinds of forums, let alone you, even for me, it doesn't matter whether I go or not, your business is the most important."

"So I'll be listening in," Xie Jing said, gently rubbing her face. "I can't be with you wholeheartedly, as long as you don't mind."

"Are you really sure it's okay?" Jiang Chu puffed out her cheeks. "Don't let you miss out on hundreds of millions or even more money again..."

"No, not at all," Xie Jing smiled. "Besides, my wife is going to make her mark in academia, so of course I can't be absent."

Jiang Chu was overjoyed to see him like this.

She couldn't help but smile, leaning forward to kiss his chin: "Okay!"

-

The next afternoon, Jiang Chu stopped her car and walked into the teaching building. She encountered many familiar faces on the way, many of whom cast shocked and envious glances at her.

There was even a hint of awe in them.

When she pushed open the door to the director's office, several professors from the major courses were already sitting inside.

"Jiang Chu! Come in quickly, come in quickly!"

The moment the director saw her, he stood up excitedly, his face beaming with undisguised elation.

"Director, fellow teachers."

Jiang Chu greeted him politely.

"You're really something, kid! Look at our department, it's been a long time since we've had such a great occasion!"

A professor who teaches classical dance movements was beaming with excitement, clapping his hands repeatedly.

"The IACF Special Jury Prize! In all the years since Kyoto University established this department, not only our university, but the entire Faculty of Arts, has never had an undergraduate student receive this level of interdisciplinary academic award!"

"Yes! Especially that anthology jointly published by Cambridge and MIT!"

The director continued, "This morning, the college's official email address received a congratulatory letter from Geneva! The dean was just saying that this is not only an honor for you personally, but also a source of pride for our college! Your paper has already been requested by several interdisciplinary laboratories in neuroaesthetics and anthropology as a key reference case!"

The teachers showered the teachers with praise, one after another.

He praised her for a long time before letting her go.

After leaving the director's office, Jiang Chu went to the changing room, where she met many familiar faces, both from her own major and from other majors. They all gathered around her when they saw her.

"Chuchu, you're amazing! The Pompidou Centre's permanent digital collection! I never even dreamed of such a thing!"

"I heard that the book that includes your articles is archived by top university libraries around the world! You've already made a name for yourself in history!"

but--

Amidst the cheers and praise, there were also some discordant voices.

The two girls sitting in the corner exchanged a glance.

One of them couldn't help but grimace.

"Wow, this award sounds impressive. But in the end, it's just a niche academic award. What's the point of doing this dry, unproductive research these days?"

The atmosphere in the locker room instantly turned cold.

The other students didn't dare to make a sound.

Seeing that no one objected, the girl grew bolder and continued in a sarcastic tone, "Although I don't major in classical dance, aren't we all the same in dance? We work so hard every day, isn't it all for fame and money?"

She paused, then said, "Jiang Chu, you're so beautiful. If you participated in a talent show like 'Dancing with the Stars,' or filmed a couple of web dramas and became a big star, the popularity and appearance fees would be phenomenal. Why bother with academic papers? It's such a waste of effort, and it doesn't even pay off. What's the point?"

Someone winked at her.

The man got more and more excited as he spoke, "These days, who knows you if you don't have money? Look at you, you just casually show your face online, and you get so much attention, so many people like your posts. Instead of promoting yourself and striking while the iron is hot, you waste your time doing academics. My god, to put it bluntly, you're so stupid. You're not even taking advantage of God's gift. What's the point of seeking fame and fortune? You'll regret it later..."

Jiang Chu sighed.

She raised her hand and casually tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

This gesture perfectly revealed the pair of exquisite Aka coral and diamond stud earrings she was wearing today.

That was a gift from a master craftsman on Yu's high-end custom line. I had discussed some design inspiration with her before, and because I had gained a lot, I gave it to her as a thank you gift.

The room fell silent.

The deep, blood-red color and the exceptionally pure diamond cut—

Even someone who doesn't know anything about these things can tell at a glance that they are priceless treasures.

"Everyone has their own way of life. As long as it doesn't affect others, it's fine to do whatever you want."

Jiang Chu blinked. "But you don't need to be sarcastic towards me. Oh, by the way, I also like money."

She looked at the girl and said, word by word, "So, the reason I'm not in a hurry to make money is, of course, because I don't lack money."

The man's face was grim. "Really? How much money do you have? Do you know anything about those people—"

Jiang Chu tilted her head slightly, "...Those people, after working hard for months, might not even be able to afford this."

She touched the diamond stud on her earlobe, which emitted a faint red glow, with her fingertip.

"And I have several boxes of this stuff."