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

A deep sense of fear crept up my spine.

But it's too late to regret it now.

He absolutely cannot be expelled!

Wei Jing paced anxiously in the underground parking lot.

He pulled out the ticket stamped with the court's red seal again, turned it over, and found the contact information for the IACF Asia-Pacific legal representative.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

"I...I am Wei Jing."

Wei Jing's voice was dry, as if he had swallowed a handful of sand. "Regarding that defamation lawsuit... I'd like to settle privately. I can publicly post a handwritten apology letter on my personal social media account and pin it for a month, sincerely apologizing to your foundation and Ms. Jiang Chu. Do you think this would allow me to withdraw the lawsuit?"

He had already planned it out in his mind.

Wei Jing forbids Jiang Chu from building an image on social media, and he himself doesn't really like doing it.

So that account usually posts modeling formulas, geometric problem-solving ideas, or screenshots of foreign language literature.

Most of his fans are either professionals or enthusiasts in the field.

No one knows his identity in reality.

"...Mr. Wei, are you joking with me?" the lawyer sneered. "You think far too highly of yourself."

Wei Jing's face flushed red with embarrassment. "So what exactly do you want?! I'm just a student, are you trying to kill me?"

"You are an adult and should be responsible for your words and actions." The lawyer remained unmoved, coldly stating his bottom line: "Since you have proposed an out-of-court settlement, we can give you a chance. First, purchase front-page space on Peking University's intranet and the three major mainstream social media platforms to issue a public apology; second, compensate for damages to your reputation and all expenses incurred by our legal team in the initial investigation and evidence collection, totaling two million RMB."

"Two million?!" Wei Jing exclaimed. "Why don't you just rob me?! I only posted a few comments, and you want me to pay two million?!"

"This is a rigorously audited minimum estimate of legal costs and reputational damage," the lawyer said calmly. "You can think about it carefully."

The call was once again abruptly ended.

Wei Jing clutched his forehead in anguish.

A month ago, this amount of money wouldn't have been a big deal; at most, I would have been scolded by my father and handed it over.

However, now all of his parents' assets have been frozen, and he himself still has some money, which he is also preparing to fight in court...

Wei Jing turned his head to look at his Porsche.

Selling the car might raise the money, but he can't be penniless.

not to mention--

Attorney Zhang felt that his parents' case was unwinnable, so he also had to consider his own interests, including his house and car, which he couldn't just touch.

"..."

Wei Jing took his phone and called Xie Qingyang several times, but no one answered.

He reluctantly exited the call interface.

After all, she is the eldest daughter of the Xie family, and she is usually quite busy, so she can't be on call all the time.

Wei Jing scrolled through his phone's contacts.

Suddenly I saw someone.

Wei Hongjun.

...This was a distant cousin of his father, who held a very high position in the family.

This great-uncle started his business in traditional industries and owned several well-established shops and teahouses in Beijing, making him very wealthy.

When my father first started his business, his cash flow dried up and he almost jumped off a building. It was this great-uncle who, out of consideration for our shared ancestry, generously provided a sum of money to help Wei Jianhua through the crisis.

Later, Wei Jianhua became wealthy, and although he returned the money with interest, he always kept this kindness in mind.

Logically speaking, with this connection, it shouldn't be difficult for him to borrow two million to tide him over, and then have the other party smooth things over.

but--

There are reasons why the two companies haven't been in much contact over the years.

Wei Hongjun has a friend surnamed Wang. Mr. Wang has a granddaughter who is about the same age as Wei Jing and is studying for a master's degree abroad.

Three years ago, the old man wanted to play matchmaker, so he specially prepared a high-class family banquet so that the two young people could get to know each other.

As a result, Mrs. Wei disliked the girl and complained to her husband a few words when she went to the restroom.

"...I heard she's already twenty-three? Xiao Jing has only just come of age. How could you introduce an old maid who can't get married to our family? And look at her, with such a big nose, fierce-looking, like a man, and so short. Just looking at her makes me uncomfortable!"

Unexpectedly, the girl was nearby when he said this and overheard him.

After everyone returned and Madam Wei had just sat down, Miss Wang threw the hot soup over Madam Wei's head, then overturned the table and started cursing at Madam Wei.

"That old hag should look in the mirror and see her own ugly face! How dare she talk to me like that? I'm only here to eat because I'm doing you a favor. Who do you think you are? A bunch of shameless bastards!"

Later, everyone managed to persuade her to stop, and she didn't end up beating Madam Wei so badly that her face was covered in bruises.

The banquet ended unhappily, and Wei Hongjun lost all face, nearly having a heart attack.

Wei Jing felt a chill run down his spine whenever he thought about it.

He initially disliked the girl because she wasn't pretty, so he just stood by and watched without saying a word in her defense.

But now, apart from this uncle who has deep roots and values ​​old friendships, he doesn't know who else to turn to.

Wei Jing gritted his teeth and made the call.

The phone rang for a long time.

Finally, a frail yet powerful voice came through the receiver: "Feed?"

"Grandpa! It's me, Xiao Jing!"

Wei Jing quickly said, "Grandpa, something bad has happened to my family, and I'm also in trouble at school. We're really desperate now. Please, for the sake of us being family, help us out!"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Wei Jing's heart was in his throat, and he didn't dare to even breathe.

Finally, Wei Hongjun sighed, "Jianhua has been taking too big a step these past few years; it was bound to stumble sooner or later. What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?"

Wei Jing dared not tell the truth and could only give a vague answer: "Yes... I had some trouble with a classmate..."

The old man sighed again, "Let's meet tonight and talk things out. If it's truly an emergency, I, an old man, can't just watch the Wei family members end up on the streets."

"I'm coming right away! I'm coming right away!" Wei Jing's eyes reddened with emotion. "Grandpa, where should I wait for you?"

"Yin Ya Xuan. Come over at six o'clock." Wei Hongjun gave a location name. "When you get to the front desk, just say that Old Wei booked a private room, and someone will show you in."

Hidden Elegance Pavilion!

Upon hearing this name, Wei Jing's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled back into his stomach, and he even felt a surge of elation at surviving a disaster.

That's no ordinary restaurant; it's one of the most prestigious private restaurants in Beijing, located in the heart of the city's prime real estate, the Second Ring Road.

Moreover, it is located within a well-preserved ancient royal residence.

It is said that the membership threshold there is extremely high. Not only do you need to be rich, but you also need to have a very strong social status. A meal there can easily cost six figures and you have to make a reservation a month in advance.

Since his great-uncle was willing to meet him in such an expensive and high-class place, it shows that the old man still considers him his grand-nephew!

After all, blood is thicker than water, and in this most difficult time, it is indeed only the elders of the family who can be relied upon.

"Okay! I'll be there soon!"

Wei Jing skipped class and drove over in his Porsche.

Two hours later, he stopped in front of the low-key yet extremely luxurious mansion.

Wei Jing straightened his coat, trying to make himself look less disheveled.

He took a deep breath, stepped onto the bluestone steps, and entered the gate of Yinyaxuan.

After announcing Wei Hongjun's name, the greeter smiled and nodded: "Mr. Wei is at Shushi Pavilion, please follow me."

Wei Jing followed behind the greeters, passing through one carved moon gate after another.

The interior decoration of Yin Ya Xuan is extremely exquisite, and it completely preserves the style of a classical Chinese garden.

In the cold winter of December, a patch of red plum blossoms blooming proudly in the snow was cleverly cultivated among the rockeries and streams in the garden by utilizing the geothermal system.

A subtle fragrance wafts through the air, accompanied by the faint sound of a guzheng, completely shutting out the hustle and bustle of the city.

Wei Jing walked along the winding corridor, looking at the extravagant scenery around him that exuded wealth and power.

He secretly vowed that as long as he could get through this ordeal, he would climb up and repay the humiliation he had suffered a hundredfold!

and--

He will make Jiang Chu pay the price!

"Sir, after passing through this garden and crossing a stone bridge, you will reach the Shushi Pavilion."

The greeter stopped at the end of the corridor and bowed slightly to guide the way.

Wei Jing nodded and walked alone along the cobblestone path into the depths of the garden.

In the center of the garden stands a very large viewing pavilion, with transparent gauze curtains hanging on all four sides to protect it from the wind. The pavilion is filled with the finest silver-boned charcoal, which warms the surroundings like springtime.

Wei Jing took a few steps and then suddenly stopped.

He stared incredulously at the viewing pavilion in front of him.

Two people stood under the red plum tree that was in full bloom outside the pavilion.

One of them was a young woman wearing a beige haute couture cashmere coat.

She was tilting her head slightly, looking at the plum blossoms on the branches, her profile exquisitely sculpted.

Wei Jing: "!"

That's Jiang Chu!

The next second, Wei Jing saw the tall man next to him.