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

Xie Qingyang was completely stunned.

She felt as if she had been hit by a heavy hammer; her mind went blank, and all she could hear was a buzzing sound.

...What happened?

Why is this happening?

No.

That's absolutely impossible!

Xie Qingyang pinched his hand hard, trying to wake up from the nightmare, but the flesh there was still a sharp pain, and the scene in front of him remained unchanged.

She stared intently at Xie Jing, then at Jiang Chu, "You...you guys..."

Jiang Chu?

And Xie Jing?!

How did these two people get involved together?

Her father, who was absolute in his word, ruthless in his methods, and never interested in women—

He actually has a fiancée?

Or is he someone like Jiang Chu?

Xie Qingyang had considered that perhaps one day her father would get married, but she always thought that he would most likely be a well-bred lady from a prestigious family, a shrewd and capable heiress.

...She also thought that if this situation were to occur, it would definitely be difficult to deal with.

However, after Xie Jing turned thirty, she felt that perhaps this person would not get married, which would be just as good.

And then what happened?

Xie Qingyang stared intently at the diamond ring.

...Is it with Jiang Chu?!

This was more outrageous than any answer she could have imagined!

Jiang Chu!

What else is there besides a face?

Can you dance?

Perhaps she is indeed good in this respect, but she is just a young woman in her early twenties. No matter how good her skills are, that's about it.

There are definitely many people in the art world who are even more amazing than this!

Xie Jing has plenty of money; who can't he find?

Are you serious?

Xie Qingyang stepped forward, pointed at Jiang Chu, stared at Xie Jing, and said, word by word, "Do you know what kind of person this is?"

Snapped!

Jiang Chu slapped her hand away.

Xie Qingyang swayed slightly, "You—"

Jiang Chu stepped forward, looking down at her. "Is this the quality of a top student? Pointing fingers at your elders right off the bat?"

Xie Qingyang looked like she was about to faint.

She did imagine meeting Xie Jing's "spouse," and in her imagination, the other party would either be obsequious and flattering or generous and courteous.

But when it was Jiang Chu instead, it looked like he could kick her out the door at any moment.

"...Dad," Xie Qingyang turned his head, "Are you just going to watch her like this? Let her do this?"

Xie Jing's face was ashen. "I don't intend to keep watching. I also want to remind you that she is my fiancée, which means she is your elder."

Ignoring Xie Qingyang's unpleasant expression, he continued, "If you consider yourself a member of the Xie family, then you need to learn to respect her; otherwise, get out."

Xie Qingyang was so angry her face turned pale. "You're only after her because she's pretty—"

"Xie Qingyang," Xie Jing said coldly, "I won't hit a junior on my own initiative, but if you want to humiliate her, you will pay the price."

"Indeed," Jiang Chu rolled up her sleeves, "because I know how to hit people."

Xie Qingyang: "..."

Xie Qingyang took two steps back, his expression mocking. "I won't say anything offensive, Jiang Chu, I'm not you, but—"

She turned to Xie Jing, "Are you sure you love her? I mean, truly know her? Not the version of her you see. Not the version you want to believe in."

(Are you sure you love her? I mean, do you really know her? Not the person you see, and not the person you want to believe.)

"Who do you think you are?" Xie Jing said calmly. "You have no right to question me, and I have no obligation to explain anything to you."

Xie Qingyang's face drained of color.

Xie Jing said no more.

Even if his relationship with his niece is better and closer than it is now, they are still independent individuals.

Especially in choosing a partner, he will not interfere with the other person's choice, nor will he ask for their opinion when he wants to get married.

As for what Xie Qingyang mentioned...

like.

Love.

Everything takes time and process.

Initially, it was just unexpected curiosity, but interest grew as we spent time together, and we were moved by each other as we got to know each other better.

Humans are visual creatures.

As a neuroscience researcher, he is used to interpreting things from a professional perspective and never tries to romanticize the human species.

...The reward circuit in the human brain is activated when faced with a face that matches one's aesthetic sense, releasing dopamine and generating pleasurable neural signals.

This reaction is an instinct shaped by evolution.

Because throughout the long history of evolution, symmetrical and healthy physical characteristics have often meant good genetic quality and survival ability.

Although modern society has long since moved away from the primitive logic of mate selection, the brain's underlying operating system has not been upgraded accordingly.

No matter how many people try to emphasize the specialness of this race, in the end, they are just unwilling to admit one thing—humans are animals.

They cloak themselves in civilization, wear appropriate attire, and package themselves with complex language systems and sophisticated moral frameworks.

But what drives people to make their initial choice is still the underlying code that was written millions of years ago.

Of course, due to the complexity of human beings, physical appearance may only be a stepping stone; incompatibility of personality and other reasons can also lead to the breakdown of a relationship.

But at the very beginning, his fiancée's face was definitely a plus, and he would never deny that.

Moreover, he was well aware that the reverse was also true.

If he looked like an ordinary passerby, even if Jiang Chu tried to please him once for some reason, she might not be willing to continue to associate with him afterward.

but……

What truly moved him was not the fleeting first glimpse of their meeting, but rather the many more memorable scenes.

She kissed the scar on his neck.

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she listened to him use his professional knowledge to analyze certain phenomena.

She embraced him in the cold, snowy night, and mumbled that she would stay with him forever.

She said in a serious tone that she had imagined countless times how she would support him if he went bankrupt.

Numerous fragments of memory surfaced in an instant.

...He remembered that many years ago, he had discussed love with his mother and asked her how to judge whether he had fallen in love with someone.

Sigrid was silent for a moment, then said that when the time came, you should ask yourself if you could immediately explain why you liked her, which meant you didn't love her that much.

He didn't fully understand it at the time, but he remembered the sentence.

Even now, looking at the girl laughing and joking in his arms countless times, he suddenly understands what his mother meant back then.

The feeling of love is strung together by countless flashbacks, which eventually piece together a shape that can mend one's incompleteness and make one whole.

...This is the self-narrative integration of episodic memory.

Fragments imbued with high emotional intensity are pieced together into a coherent narrative, which ultimately forms a stable attachment representation in the brain.

—You don’t need to think about her intentionally, because she has become part of your brain network and exists at the bottom of your consciousness.

As natural as breathing.

It also helped him understand why humans created the concept of soulmates.

She is his other half.

Like the double helix of DNA, the two strands carry different base sequences, yet they perfectly complement each other at each corresponding node, intertwining with one another.

Together they form a complete whole that can self-replicate and continue.

Without her, he remains a complete single chain, but he can never achieve that stable and elegant twist.