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

Jiang Chu leaned lazily against Xie Jing's chest, fiddling with the buttons on his suit vest.

"The person has been caught and taken to the police station."

Xie Jing grasped her hand, "...not only did he secretly film her, but he also molested some girls and used the videos to blackmail them."

"Tell the legal department to step up their efforts and make sure this guy doesn't have to come out!" Jiang Chu felt utterly disgusted. "Are those two in cahoots?"

"Sort of," Xie Jing explained simply, "It's not the first time that person has done this kind of work."

"Oh right," Jiang Chu said with a dark expression, "I remember now, I've seen that bright green Lamborghini outside before, that person is Wei Jing's friend."

The original owner did see Xu Kang, but didn't have any special impression of him, because they only brushed past each other at a hotel.

The original owner naturally wouldn't intentionally try to remember a man who was about the same height as her, with average or even somewhat ugly looks and an oily face.

It was because the car was so eye-catching that I had a slight impression of it.

Xie Jing's eyes darkened slightly.

Jiang Chu turned to look at him. His expression had softened, and he reached out to pinch her chin, his dark eyes filled with a smile.

"I'm quite curious—when did my wife become so capable? How did you discover that person was following you?"

"Ahem," Jiang Chu blushed slightly, "This is all thanks to your excellent teaching. Didn't you tell me before that I should observe carefully when I'm out and about, and pay attention to my surroundings, whether it's traffic conditions or people?"

She paused, "You also said that normal people's gaze patterns in public spaces follow certain rules. If someone is in a position where they shouldn't be staring at you for an extended period and keeps looking at you, their gaze creates a subtle sense of pressure. As long as I don't keep looking down at my phone, I can easily feel it..."

So today, at the entrance of the teaching building, she vaguely sensed something was wrong.

"Someone was staring at me. I pretended to talk to a classmate and saw the person. Although they were dressed similarly to an average college student, their demeanor was different..."

She is very used to being stared at, so she knows what it feels like for a normal person to be amazed.

"...In any case, that's not it."

Jiang Chu thought for a moment, "You also said that in public or semi-public places, the worst thing you can do to determine if you're being followed is to keep looking back. That will alert the follower and make them change their tactics to hide themselves even more. So I took a slightly roundabout route, passing by the activity center where there's a large glass wall. I could still see him through the reflection. I ran for a while, pretending to tie my shoelaces, and he looked at his phone."

Xie Jing listened quietly, his eyes full of admiration.

He also learned from a teacher he had in his youth, a retired special forces soldier who taught him a lot.

Telling Jiang Chu these things was also to teach her how to protect herself.

Although he didn't want her to actually be in danger, he couldn't help but be happy for his fiancée when he saw her make an excellent counter-surveillance judgment.

Xie Jing gently pinched the back of her neck. "You're such a good student."

Jiang Chu felt an itch on her neck from his pinching, so she shrank back and slumped into his arms.

"Because I have an amazing teacher."

Her eyes were sparkling.

The man sighed softly, "Chu Chu."

Xie Jing bent down and kissed her delicate cheek hard, making a crisp sound.

"If you encounter something like this again, call me immediately."

"Yeah, yeah, I knew you'd be waiting for me at the school gate!"

Jiang Chu responded softly, burying her head on his broad, warm shoulder. "By the way, what should we do with that guy who drives the green car?"

-

On Tuesday afternoon, the sky over Beijing was gloomy, with leaden-gray clouds pressing down on the tops of the teaching buildings, and a cold wind carrying ice shards lashing against the windowpanes.

Wei Jing had just stepped into the lecture hall when his phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, thought for a moment, and then answered, "What's up? I'm about to start class."

"Wei Shen! Something terrible has happened!" The voice on the other end of the phone was filled with barely concealed terror and trembling. "Xu Kang... Xu Kang is completely finished! He's been taken away by the Municipal Public Security Bureau!"

Wei Jing was taken aback. "...It's not like it's his first time in jail. At most, he'll be in custody for a few days, right?"

"This time it's different! Damn, that bastard is a beast!" The man gasped. "Someone dug up the scum he did in college! He drugged and raped a high school girl, damn, she wasn't even fourteen yet. Afterwards, when the girl's parents went to demand an explanation, he had them beaten to death! He then staged it as an accident, but just yesterday, somehow, all that evidence was put on the desks of the city bureau and the supervisory team!"

Wei Jing's eyes widened. "Yesterday?"

"Yeah," my friend continued rambling on the other end of the phone, "I don't know which powerful figure is pulling the strings behind the scenes, even funding a lawyer for that girl's aunt, saying they'll sue him until he's sentenced to death! Wei Shen, Xu Kang is really going to get shot this time!"

Wei Jing felt a chill run through his body.

On the one hand, he genuinely didn't know that Xu Kang had done such a heinous thing. If he had known earlier, he would have stayed further away from him to avoid being implicated.

On the other hand, he also felt fear.

Why now of all times?

Who did Xu Kang offend?

In a daze, he recalled the conversation from two days ago and had a bad feeling.

"..."

The front door of the lecture hall opened.

The person who entered was not the professor who usually taught classes, but a strange man wearing a dark blue bespoke suit, carrying a black briefcase, and with a cold expression.

Behind him were two assistants, also dressed in suits.

This elite aura, so out of place on campus, instantly attracted the attention of many students.

The previously noisy classroom fell silent.

The man at the head of the group had a sharp gaze as he coldly scanned the lecture hall. He then took out a photo, checked it, and strode forward.

He stopped in front of Wei Jing's desk.

"Mr. Wei Jing."

The man's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a cold, businesslike quality.

Wei Jing looked at him coldly, "May I ask who you are?"

"I am the chief counsel of the Asia-Pacific Legal Center of the International Foundation for Arts and Cognitive Sciences."

Without a word, the man pulled a document stamped with a large red seal from his briefcase and slammed it heavily onto the desk in front of Wei Jing.

"This is a summons from the Dongyang District People's Court."

The lawyer's voice echoed in the classroom.

"Regarding your false statements published on a public online platform on the 18th of this month, which maliciously defamed the fairness of the IACF competition and spread rumors that Ms. Jiang Chu, a recipient of our foundation's awards, had rigged the proceedings, we have formally filed a civil lawsuit and applied for summary procedure. Please attend the pre-trial conference next Wednesday at 9:00 AM to exchange evidence and confront each other regarding the false statements you spread. Please be prepared to respond to the lawsuit."

The classroom erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap... the summons was delivered directly to the classroom?!"

"Are you crazy? You dare to say that kind of academic award was bought?"

"Spreading rumors about Jiang Chu?"

"No wonder the organizers are going to sue him internationally. This isn't just defaming Jiang Chu; it's damaging the reputations of Cambridge and MIT..."

"Isn't that his ex-girlfriend?"

"You don't understand, do you? It's precisely because she's an ex-girlfriend that some people are so petty. They can't stand seeing their ex doing well, they can't stand seeing their ex achieve success..."

"My god, this is so embarrassing! How disgusting! What a hypocrite!"

"He acts all high and mighty all day, but he's so despicable behind people's backs! All he does is spread rumors!"

The surrounding whispers, disdainful glances, and schadenfreude were like poisoned needles piercing Wei Jing's body.

He stared intently at the glaring summons on the table, his fingertips trembling, his mind blank.

"See you in court."

The lawyer coldly uttered those words and turned to walk out of the classroom.

A few minutes later.

The homeroom teacher also walked in through the back door of the classroom with a stern face.

"Wei Jing, come to the department head's office!"