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

Pan Yuhua's face darkened, followed by shock.

...This was the first time she had ever seen anyone dare to talk about Xie Qingyang like this!

But she quickly realized what was happening.

If this woman were an idiot, she wouldn't be here; if she weren't an idiot, why would she dare say such a thing...?

That's someone I absolutely cannot afford to offend.

Pan Yuhua forced a smile, barely suppressing her unpleasant expression, and pulled Xie Tao aside without saying another word.

Xie Lan quickly came over and brought up the matter of compensation.

Jiang Chu: "...I'll have Assistant Feng send you the bill. Let's call it even. Please keep an eye on your child. If he's still young and hasn't learned to respect others, then you parents shouldn't be taking him out in the first place."

Xie Lan's expression hardened. "Yes, yes."

In the distance, Xie Tao was being dragged away by his mother. After taking a few steps, he turned back, glared at her fiercely, and looked quite resentful.

Jiang Chu did not miss this scene.

The matter was left unresolved for the time being.

Jiang Chu received several more phone calls, including one from Yu Wanzhou and another from the designers at Yu's company. After discussing them for a while, she returned to the lobby.

She stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor, replying to a message on her phone, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a reflection of a person on the glass wall.

Xie Tao quietly walked over from the side.

He looked completely nonchalant, but he moved very quietly.

Jiang Chu did not look up.

The next second, Xie Tao pounced on her, pushing her waist with both hands at the same time.

"..."

Jiang Chu immediately took a step to the side.

She was already on guard. Given her physical abilities, she could easily dodge it, and even if she couldn't, she would at most sway slightly.

"what!"

Xie Tao missed his target.

His center of gravity shifted rapidly forward, he stepped on the edge of the step, and with a thud, tumbled down the stairs.

The sounds of impact and cries rang out simultaneously.

Xie Tao lay on his back at the bottom of the stairs, his forehead was bruised and bleeding. He cried out in pain and kicked his legs wildly on the ground.

Jiang Chu stood at the top of the stairs, glanced down at him, and didn't move.

Pan Yuhua's scream followed immediately.

She rushed over, knelt down, and hugged Xie Tao. "Tao Tao, what happened?!"

Xie Tao cried uncontrollably, "She pushed me! That bitch tried to kill me! She even said it was all my fault for ruining the flowers and that I should pay with my life!"

When Pan Yuhua saw the bloodstains on her son's forehead, her eyes immediately reddened, and she abruptly looked up.

"What are you doing?! How could you hurt a little kid like him? It's just a potted plant—"

"There are surveillance cameras here."

Jiang Chu pointed to the ceiling, "If you think I pushed him, you can call the police."

Pan Yuhua opened her mouth.

"However," Jiang Chu smiled, "your son doesn't even have my fingerprints on him. I advise you to be prepared. The lawyers from Tianyu Group's legal department will devour your family clean, skin and bones... Otherwise, everyone will think they can provoke me and slander me without paying the price."

Pan Yuhua's face turned pale.

She wasn't stupid; she knew what kind of personality her son had, and it was really hard to say how Xie Tao had fallen.

"You, you..."

"oops!"

Xie Lan rushed out, her face covered in sweat, looking around helplessly.

"Since you're not calling the police," Jiang Chu glanced down at Xie Tao, who was still lying on the ground crying, "then please call an ambulance. Don't delay, otherwise—"

She raised her eyes, and calmly finished her sentence, "I'll have the bodyguards escort you out."

The voice just fell.

A voice came from the direction of the gate.

"Who dares?"

A figure walked into the hall.

It is Xie Qingyang.

She had just come in from outside, and before she could even take off her coat, the first thing she saw was Xie Tao lying at the bottom of the stairs, blood streaming from his forehead, wailing loudly.

Xie Qingyang recognized Xie Tao, or at least had some recollection of him. She remembered that the boy spoke English well and she had even praised him a couple of times.

"A little kid fell and got hurt like this, and you still dare to call for help..."

Xie Qingyang raised his head.

"—Jiang Chu?!"

She stared incredulously at the bottom of the stairs.

Five seconds later, Xie Qingyang blinked, still seemingly unable to comprehend it all.

"Um?"

Jiang Chu tilted her head.

Xie Qingyang gasped in shock, rubbed his eyes, and looked at her again.

"...Jiang Chu?!"

Jiang Chu: "What are you doing? Are you Zhang Guifang? Are you going to add 'If you don't dismount, when will you ever get another chance?'"

Xie Qingyang: "???"

She was completely stunned.

It really is Jiang Chu.

Jiang Chu stood here.

Standing in Xie Jing's private estate.

On the eve of the year-end family dinner.

Wearing a perfectly tailored haute couture gown.

"You..." Xie Qingyang subconsciously took two steps forward, his eyes filled with undisguised shock. "Why are you here?"

Jiang Chu's lips slowly curved into a smile. "Then why are you here?"

"This is my home!" Xie Qingyang frowned, his voice unconsciously rising. "Of course I can stay here!"

"Oh," Jiang Chu responded softly. "Your house? Is your name on the property deed?"

Xie Qingyang choked.

"This is my father's house," she said again, her tone firmer, "so it's my home too."

Just as things were at a stalemate, steady footsteps suddenly echoed from the depths of the corridor.

It was particularly clear in the spacious, double-height hall.

Jiang Chu turned her head away.

Xie Jing strode towards this side.

He took off his coat, and the black suit made his figure appear even more imposing and upright, exuding an overwhelming aura.

He was just talking to his assistant, Wang, about work when he heard the housekeeper report the commotion outside, so he immediately came out.

Xie Jing knew very well that Jiang Chu could definitely handle these situations.

Not to mention she had bodyguards with her.

however--

He didn't want her to face it alone either.

Xie Jing walked over, not even glancing at Xie Qingyang at the door, but only at the couple down the stairs and Xie Tao who was still crying.

Then he immediately looked away.

The man stretched out his large, well-defined hand, grabbed Jiang Chu's wrist, and pulled her closer with a little force.

Those sharp, deep black eyes fell on her. "Are you alright?"

Jiang Chu let him pull her along, her expression relatively relaxed. "I'm fine. That little bastard tried to push me from behind, but I dodged, and he rolled down."

Xie Lan and Pan Yuhua's expressions turned even more unpleasant upon hearing this.

Seeing Xie Jing's expression, as if he wanted to hold them tightly in his arms, their hearts sank to the bottom.

Xie Jing slowly turned his head, his gaze towards the couple filled with hostility. "Who gave you the audacity to run wild in my territory?"

Xie Lan trembled all over, her legs went weak and she almost knelt on the ground. "Chairman, it's not like that..."

Pan Yuhua was also trembling like a sieve, her face as pale as paper.

Xie Jing said coldly, "The lawyer will contact you tomorrow."

"Chairman! Chairman! Please spare us this time!"

Xie Lan finally broke down, crawling forward two steps in a cold sweat, "For the sake of the old man, the old man and my father have always had a good relationship—"

Xie Jing: "..."

It would have been better if we hadn't brought it up; bringing it up only made him angrier.

We have to make them pay.

Xie Jing: "Get out, or the bodyguards will throw you out."

The bodyguards strode over.

Knowing he meant what he said, the couple quickly got up and took their son outside.

The hall fell silent again.

Jiang Chu took Xie Jing's arm and slowly walked down the steps, raising her hand as she did so.

The diamond ring reflected a clear yet dazzling light.

Xie Qingyang's pupils suddenly contracted.

Jiang Chu looked at her with a smile.

"Since you think the chairman is your father—"

She tilted her head, her eyes crinkling as she looked at Xie Qingyang.

"Well then, my dear daughter, why don't you come and call me Mommy?"