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

Jiang Chu was slightly taken aback. "What?"

She didn't actually pay much attention to Wei Jing. Firstly, she found him annoying, and secondly, she didn't want her fiancé to think she cared too much about him.

—After all, he was still just a nominal ex-boyfriend.

Although it wasn't her choice.

Xie Jing looked down at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "...It's nothing. Violent physical conflict scenes can over-activate the amygdala, and some people will feel very uncomfortable because of it."

He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her nose. "But your heart rate is steady, madam. It seems I don't need to worry about you."

Jiang Chu's face flushed again.

...He even deliberately imitated those people's intonation, pronouncing the word "madam" exceptionally clearly.

She bit her red lips. "Seriously, cough cough, I think the way you kicked him away was really cool."

After saying that, Jiang Chu felt that she was being a bit childish.

She simply lowered her head and buried her face in the man's chest, rubbing against his strong, thick pectoral muscles, then shrank back and stopped looking at him.

Xie Jing: "?"

He chuckled softly, seemingly pleased by the coquettish tone tinged with admiration.

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat."

The man scooped her up in his large hand, slipping it under her knees and back, and lifted her up steadily in his arms amidst Jiang Chu's gasp.

Then, with steady steps, he walked towards the private room not far away.

They entered Tingquan Pavilion.

This private room is extremely large, with three sides featuring panoramic bulletproof floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking an elegant courtyard.

As the first snow fell, the snowflakes landed silently on the green tiles and upturned eaves. The winding corridors in the courtyard and the vermilion pillars looked particularly dignified against the white snow.

Several gnarled and slender Taihu stones are scattered in the courtyard, and a few winter plum blossoms sway between the stones, their buds ready to bloom despite the wind and snow.

Behind the artificial hills and rocks, there is a stream of fresh water drawn from a hot spring in the suburbs of Beijing.

Even in December, when water freezes instantly, the flowing water still murmurs through the mountains, sending up wisps of white mist.

The warm mist and the cold winter snow intertwined in the air, creating a scene resembling a fairyland.

The private room was warm and cozy.

The heavy, dark gold Suzhou embroidery double-sided screen completely blocked out the cold air from the outside, and the floor was covered with a thick and soft pure handmade wool carpet, which was silent when stepped on.

Xie Jing placed Jiang Chu on the chaise lounge in front of the French windows.

The underfloor heating is extremely warm, and the floor-to-ceiling windows have undergone special anti-fogging treatment, allowing the stunning Chinese snow scene outside to be presented to the viewer without reservation.

Jiang Chu excitedly pressed her face against the glass window.

She rested her chin on her hands, her beautiful, watery eyes reflecting the fluttering snowflakes and crimson lanterns outside the window.

"The view from here is really great."

Jiang Chu gently touched the warm bulletproof glass with her fingertips. "This scenery and snow go quite well together."

Xie Jing sat beside her.

He took off his chilly overcoat, revealing a well-fitting black shirt.

Two buttons on the collar were undone, and the sleeves were casually rolled up twice, revealing the full, muscular lines of the arms.

He poured himself a cup of warm Shaoxing wine, the aroma of which filled the air, bringing a warm and slightly tipsy feeling.

"Yinyaxuan was built near the site of the former Prince's Mansion, and this courtyard was also built in the style of the former Prince's Mansion."

Xie Jing held his wine glass, not looking at the snow scene outside the window, but his gaze was fixed on her delicate profile.

"If you really like it, I'll buy it."

"Pfft, no need," Jiang Chu turned her head and smiled sweetly at him, "I like it, but I can't sit here every day. The scenery should be changed."

As they were talking, the wooden door to the private room was gently pushed open, and a waiter silently entered, dragging a heavy yet exquisite food box.

The private kitchens at Yin Ya Xuan are extremely rare in Beijing, with each dish featuring top-quality ingredients and showcasing the ultimate in Chinese aesthetics in terms of presentation and symbolism.

The first dish was a cold appetizer called "Searching for Plum Blossoms in the Snow".

On a white jade plate, a giant peony flower was arranged by layers of extremely thin, cicada-wing-like slices of pear.

It is topped with a few dried red plums made from wild hawthorn and honey, and finally sprinkled with a layer of fine coconut flakes.

The red and white colors are interspersed, just like snow covering red plum blossoms.

The second dish is their signature stone-grilled beef.

The waiter brought out not an ordinary plate, but a black volcanic stone slab that was radiating intense heat.

Top-grade Wagyu beef is sliced ​​into evenly thin pieces and placed on a sizzling hot stone slab, making an enticing sizzling sound.

The oils melted under high temperature, and the aroma of top-quality truffles and wild matsutake mushrooms instantly filled the private room.

"..."

Outside the window, the snow gradually intensified, and the fluttering snowflakes, under the warm light of the vermilion lanterns, resembled countless dancing white butterflies.

Jiang Chu watched as the snowflakes fell onto the Taihu stones and melted in the rising steam from the hot spring. She had been taking pictures with her phone, but for a moment she became quite engrossed in watching.

They all forgot to keep filming.

Xie Jing looked at her focused expression and smiled quietly.

He picked up a pair of ebony chopsticks with gold trim and used them to pick up a slice of beef that was perfectly seared on a stone slab and was just beginning to sizzle with oil.

He lightly dipped it in the special truffle salt next to him and then slowly brought it to Jiang Chu's lips.

"ah--"

A deep, magnetic voice sounded in my ear, carrying an irresistible tenderness.

Jiang Chu was still immersed in the snowy scenery.

Smelling the rich, mellow, and piping hot aroma of meat, she almost instinctively opened her small mouth and obediently bit into the tender Wagyu beef.

The top-grade Wagyu beef almost melts in your mouth, with rich juices bursting on your tongue, mixed with the unique and sophisticated aroma of black truffles, making it so delicious that you want to sigh.

Jiang Chu chewed twice with satisfaction, "Mmm...delicious!"

She turned around and bumped right into those deep, dark eyes.

The man was looking at her with a half-smile, still holding chopsticks in his hand, his deep eyes filled with amusement and an intense tenderness.

Jiang Chu: "..."

Wait a moment.

Was she being fed?

Jiang Chu's face instantly turned bright red. "What...what's wrong with you?!"

She bit her lip in annoyance and lightly punched the man's broad shoulder. "Why are you secretly feeding someone?!"

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow innocently, "I'm feeding you openly and honestly. Besides, we've been here for so long, and you've been looking at the scenery the whole time. I was worried you'd be hungry."

Jiang Chu glanced at him sideways.

The man reached out and pulled her into his arms, drawing the girl, who was tense with shyness, into his embrace.

Those large, warm hands were pressed tightly against her slender waist.

Xie Jing rested his chin on her rounded shoulder and took a deep breath of her pleasant fragrance.

"I only have one wife, what if she goes hungry?"