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

"you!"

The girl blushed.

"...There are so many high-quality counterfeits these days, who knows if you're just exaggerating! I could say my clothes are worth tens of millions!"

Jiang Chu took her phone out of her bag.

They also retrieved the earring's authentication certificate and design drawings with anti-counterfeiting watermarks.

"I've never liked making empty promises."

Jiang Chu turned the screen around, almost touching the girl's nose.

"It has the GIA diamond number and the joint signature of Yu's chief gemologist. If you know how to check, you can verify it on the official website at any time."

The girl's eyes widened as she stared at the astonishing valuation figures and the gold-plated electronic seal on the screen, her face draining of color instantly.

The others in the locker room also gasped in shock.

"...I...I have to go now."

The girl was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground. Without even changing her clothes, she grabbed her bag and fled.

Meanwhile, in another teaching building.

An elderly professor with gray hair stood on the podium in the large classroom, erasing formulas from the blackboard while looking at the students below with a hint of disappointment.

get out of class was about to end, and many students were packing up their things to leave.

"Look at those art schools..."

The old professor sighed, his eyes filled with envy and感慨.

"The announcement just came out this morning: an undergraduate student from the dance department won an international award in an interdisciplinary competition in Geneva! Most importantly, their research paper was directly included in an academic anthology jointly published by Cambridge University Press and MIT Press! That's a top-tier, cross-disciplinary publication!"

He patted the podium. "Look at yourselves! You're always nitpicking those clichés, and you can't even get close to publishing in a core journal. You need to step up your game! Don't let your academic foundation be outdone by those in the arts!"

Whispers instantly filled the classroom.

At a place like Kyoto University, everyone values ​​academic honors highly, and news related to this can spread throughout the entire university with the slightest breeze.

Almost instinctively, most of the students in the classroom turned their gazes toward the front row.

The air outside the window was bitterly cold in December, but it was actually quite warm inside.

but--

Wei Jing, however, only felt a chilling aura on his back.

He stared intently at the draft paper in front of him, the pen in his hand cracking loudly.

"...Is she his ex-girlfriend?"

"Yes, same name, and they both dance, they must be the same person."

"Pfft, you guys used to call her a pretty face, but now you know what she is."

"Are you kidding me? Anyone who gets into our school is just a pretty face. What an idiotic statement..."

"He always acted so arrogant, with such a capable and beautiful girlfriend, and he didn't even appreciate it. Now that his family is bankrupt, it's karma..."

"Who said he went bankrupt? His parents were arrested for committing crimes..."

Wei Jing's face was ashen, and his jaw was clenched tightly.

He spent a few days in the hospital, and after recovering and being discharged, he immediately contacted a lawyer to try and get his parents out of the hospital.

This turned out to be very troublesome, and he had no idea how to deal with it. Moreover, Xie Qingyang seemed to be very busy lately and hadn't been coming to school much.

If it weren't for the fact that he needed to prepare for an exam, Wei Jing wouldn't want to come to school.

Listening to those voices now, the whip marks on my back seemed to start to ache again.

-

After class that evening, Jiang Chu ran into Yu Wanzhou at the garage elevator entrance.

"Senior!"

The junior schoolgirl bounced over like a happy little deer, "Congratulations on winning the prize!"

Jiang Chu smiled and patted her shoulder, "I have to thank you for this. If you hadn't taught me so much back then, giving me inspiration and ideas, I wouldn't have known how to write many parts."

As she spoke, she took out her tablet, opened the final English version, and scrolled to the acknowledgments section on the last page.

"Look here," Jiang Chu pointed to a line of text, "I'm expressing my special thanks to you."

Yu Wanzhou leaned closer to take a look, "Wow, I've become a martial arts expert?"

She excitedly grabbed Jiang Chu's arm and shook it wildly, "Ahhh, senior, you're so kind! I want to be featured in the anthology too! As an expert! Hahahaha—"

The two exchanged pleasantries.

After the initial excitement, Yu Wanzhou pulled Jiang Chu inside, exclaiming, "Senior, I've already got my driver's license!"

She stopped in front of a parking space and pointed to the brand-new, shiny, dark blue Cullinan in front of her, which still had its temporary license plate.

"Plus, my family has had a lot of good things happen lately, so my parents gave me this car as a reward! Look, I've put so many cute decorations on it!"

As the two were chatting and laughing and preparing to open the car door, another group of people got out of the car not far away.

Jiang Chu glanced at it casually.

It was Wei Jing and several classmates.

He looked somewhat haggard and had lost weight; his eyes were sunken, and his gait appeared somewhat unnaturally stiff.

Wei Jing also saw Jiang Chu.

He abruptly stopped, his gaze fixed on her, then glanced at the multi-million dollar Rolls-Royce beside her.

Jealousy, resentment, and anger.

A complex mix of emotions churned wildly in his eyes.

Jiang Chu: "..."

Wei Jing probably thought the car belonged to her.

But she didn't want to say another word to him; she just wanted to call the junior schoolmate to get in the car.

"Jiang Chu".

Wei Jing spoke in a cold voice.

"You're really doing great right now, winning an award. You must think you're really amazing."

Jiang Chu paused for a moment.

She didn't want to talk to him, but since he had provoked her, she couldn't just ignore it with a nonchalant smile.

"No, not at all," Jiang Chu sneered. "I'm not like some people who think that just because they participated in a few competitions and won some prize money, they're superior to others. They're vain and want a beautiful girlfriend, but at the same time they complain that she's empty-headed and not good enough for them. As for me, even though I won a big prize, my boyfriend doesn't know how to dance at all, but I don't mind that."

Wei Jing chuckled lightly, "You don't need to say these things. The competitions I participated in are not comparable to any of those shoddy awards."

Jiang Chu rolled her eyes at him. "May I ask which top international academic anthology your masterpiece is currently included in? And which authoritative international institution has it as a permanent collection? Why don't you show it to me so I can have a look?"

Wei Jing tilted his head slightly. "The collections in the mathematical world are called theorems, conjectures, and formulas that have been cited by mathematicians all over the world for hundreds of years. Your work has been collected, which is impressive, but if I may be frank, it's hard to say whether they will replace this piece in twenty years; while once the proof of the Riemann Hypothesis is established, it will not be removed from textbooks for a hundred years."

Jiang Chu chuckled. "Oh, great mathematician, may I ask where the theorem you invented is?"

Wei Jing remained silent.