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

"This is my duty."

"Yes, keep a close eye on things afterward. Don't let the young lady use the Xie family's name to do these things and upset the chairman."

After giving his instructions, Assistant Wang promptly ended the call.

Hearing the busy tone on the hotline, Assistant Zhang put the phone back on the landline, picked up the coffee from the heating plate, took a sip, and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window.

Miss, you're still too inexperienced.

What about the Confucius family's "fearlessness of power" and "desire to keep scholarship clean"?

That was just a perfect excuse he made up to shut Xie Qingyang up.

The truth is much more complicated than that.

In this land, given the Xie family's current terrifyingly powerful and deeply entrenched position, if the true leader of the Xie family wanted to accomplish something—

No one dares to openly disagree.

The Kong family is indeed aloof and has the confidence to back it up, but they will also give the Xie family face.

This is not simply a matter of whether or not one is afraid.

Ultimately, in this arena of fame and fortune, there are no absolutely pure individuals; it's just a matter of the weight of one's stakes.

Since everyone has something they can use to benefit each other, they can definitely make a deal.

Moreover, if the Xie family really wanted to help, they would definitely have that man surnamed Wei apologize to ease tensions and provide a way out, rather than simply asking someone to do something immediately with a single sentence.

Unfortunately, Xie Qingyang couldn't even see through this most basic logic of power. He wanted to do this, but he didn't even mention the actions of having Wei Jingzhi apologize and send gifts.

But then again—

Assistant Zhang shook his head, the sarcasm in his eyes deepening.

The reason why the young lady was so easily fooled by this bluffing rhetoric is ultimately because she has never truly touched the core of the Xie family's power.

Despite bearing the title of Xie family's little princess, she is too young and has not yet gained the family head's approval to mobilize the group's real resources.

Without Xie Jing's approval, Xie Qingyang herself would have no right to represent the Xie family.

-

Jiang Chu stayed in the training room until evening.

When she finally stopped and turned off the music, she realized that her legs were so sore and weak that they felt like they were filled with lead, and her stomach was also making a disgraceful gurgling sound.

The intense recovery training was extremely physically demanding. She wiped the sweat from her neck and went to the bathroom in the corridor to take a shower.

Then she put back on the clothes she had worn during the day and prepared to go to the cafeteria for food.

As soon as I pushed open the door of the rehearsal building and stepped into the corridor, I bumped into another classmate from the same major.

"Jiang Chu!"

The classmate's eyes shone like searchlights. He grabbed her arm and became so excited that he couldn't speak coherently.

"You're famous now, you know that?! The video of you dancing in Professor Kong's class has been posted on the school's online community wall and short video platforms, and it's already gone viral with over a million views!"

"what?"

Jiang Chu was stunned, blinking blankly.

"See for yourself!"

Her classmate shoved the phone screen right in front of her face.

Jiang Chu looked down at the screen.

The footage was clearly taken secretly by a student sitting in the middle row.

Although the angle is a bit off, the image quality is very clear. In the video, she is swaying her waist to the rhythm of the pipa music, making that classic "three-bend" pose.

The comments below have already numbered in the thousands.

Holy crap, who is this goddess? Is that waist even humanly possible?!

[Help! That overwhelming softness! How can someone dressed so conservatively move so alluringly?!]

[This is so beautiful... but is that face really real?]

[Is AI synthesis technology really that advanced now?]

[The bag is AI-generated; no real person could possibly look like that!]

[Either it's AI-generated, or maybe it's been filtered with a level 10 beauty filter? But her figure is undeniably stunning, her skills are absolutely amazing.]

[This girl from Kyoto University became quite popular after her dance performance at the university's anniversary celebration!]

Although there were a few trolls making sarcastic remarks in the comments section, almost no one dared to criticize her face or figure.

It was so beautiful that many people suspected it was fabricated.

Jiang Chu looked at the comments and sighed helplessly.

—Actually, with the original owner's beauty, it would have been easy for her to become famous; she had even been invited to act in movies before.

However, Wei Jing didn't like it very much and even expressed some rather derogatory views about the entertainment industry, so the original owner ultimately didn't make any related attempts.

Moreover, Peking University, as one of the top universities in China, is not a place to slack off.

The assessment standards for each course are very strict, and any slackness will result in having to retake the course.

The original owner had already spent a lot of time on this relationship, and the rest of her time should be devoted to her studies, otherwise she would not be able to get her degree.

"...Thank you," Jiang Chu said to the classmate. "Actually, I didn't perform very well back then."

The classmate seemed a little surprised, not expecting her to be so friendly, and immediately laughed, "Oh, don't be so modest!"

-

Night falls, at the VIP passage of Beijing Capital International Airport.

Xie Jing strode out of the passageway into the night, his posture upright and his aura low and cold. Behind him, his entourage pushed luggage, while his assistant, Wang, followed half a step to his side, methodically reporting the itinerary.

"Chairman, the executives and resident designers from the European jewelry stores we arranged to meet arrived at the villa on Yunxiang Road an hour ago and are waiting for you."

Xie Jing nodded slightly but did not speak.

Without pausing, he pulled out his phone with one hand, swiped the screen, and scanned the WeChat interface with his deep gaze.

Throughout the entire day, apart from the proper morning report of arriving at school safely, the girl never sent him a single punctuation mark.

Xie Jing glanced at the greetings from the other executives with a blank expression, locked his phone again, and casually put it back in his trench coat pocket.

"Have you heard anything from her side?" the man's voice was low, tinged with a barely perceptible coldness.

Assistant Wang immediately understood.

The boss was, of course, asking about Miss Jiang.

After a moment's thought, he said, "This morning, Ms. Jiang's ex-boyfriend, Wei Jing, went to the classroom to see Ms. Jiang. His words and actions were extremely rude, and he offended Professor Kong, who taught that class."

Assistant Wang paused for a moment, then continued, "After Wei Jing was publicly reprimanded, his qualification for the National Mathematical Modeling Competition was also revoked. This was because there happened to be a highly influential special advisor in the project team, who was Professor Kong's cousin."

Xie Jing did not stop walking, but merely raised his eyebrows slightly.

"In addition," Assistant Wang lowered his voice and added tentatively, "Miss heard about this and originally wanted to use her connections to help Wei Jing. However, we didn't go along with her wishes, and Assistant Zhang has already stopped her."

Assistant Wang was a smart man; he knew that in the boss's heart, Miss Jiang definitely received very special treatment.

and so--

Judging from yesterday's events, the boss must really dislike Wei Jing.

As a subordinate, you need to understand your superior's meaning without them explicitly saying so, and then handle things well.

Xie Jing glanced at him.

Assistant Wang lowered his head slightly.

Xie Jing didn't say anything, but simply nodded slightly, his expression revealing obvious satisfaction.

Assistant Wang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Bet right.

Ten minutes later, two unassuming black bulletproof sedans left the airport and drove smoothly toward Yunxiang Road on the Third Ring Road in Beijing.

It's very close to the headquarters of the Tianyu Group, and there's a huge private mansion there.

This was also Xie Jing's usual residence in the capital.

It is more solemn and majestic than the previous exclusive villa with a swimming pool on the hillside.

The carriage was dimly lit, with only the occasional neon lights outside the window flashing across the man's profile.

Assistant Wang, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and handed a tablet to the back seat with both hands.

"Chairman, this is a video that suddenly went viral this afternoon on the Peking University campus forum and other major platforms... It's about Ms. Jiang."

Xie Jing reached out and took it, then lowered his eyes and pressed play.

The screen lit up, and a pipa melody with a Western Region flavor flowed through the previously quiet carriage.

Xie Jing's gaze was immediately fixed on the girl in the center of the picture.

She was still dressed the same as she had that morning, in a casual outfit with a touch of androgynous scholarly air, which became the most lethal catalyst the moment the music started.

In the video, the girl deftly flips into a starting position, then lowers her waist and thrusts her hips out, creating an extremely flexible and challenging curve.

Xie Jing's eyes suddenly darkened.

The slightly loose, thin blue striped shirt stretched taut across her chest as she bent over, outlining a fuller figure than her slender frame suggested.

The slim-fitting, light blue jeans honestly accentuated her firm hips and rounded buttocks.

Innocence and voluptuousness, shyness and allure.

Although she didn't deliberately flaunt her charm, her delicate and beautiful face, with a hint of bewilderment and innocence, coupled with her body language that was enough to steal one's soul, was simply maddening.

Xie Jing stared at the screen, looking at the small section of her fair neck that was slightly exposed due to her movements, and her Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

The video is very short, less than a minute long.

But Xie Jing pulled back the progress bar and watched it a second and third time with a blank expression.

The air pressure inside the carriage seemed to drop and become stuffy at a visible speed.

Assistant Wang sat in front, eyes downcast, barely daring to breathe.

Xie Jing finally turned off the screen and casually tossed the tablet onto the leather seat beside him.

The man loosened his tie with his well-defined knuckles, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

The little cat that should have been kept in a dish by him is now wearing the clothes he gave it, showing off a view that only he should see in front of a screen watched by countless people.

"Old Cheng."

The man's voice rang out in the confined carriage, sounding three degrees hoarseer than usual.

The driver in the driver's seat immediately sprang to attention. "Yes, Chairman."

"...Go to Peking University."