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

Jiang Chu's second morning at the manor was awakened by an unexpected heavy snowfall.

Outside the thick, bulletproof double-glazed windows, the world was already a blanket of white.

The goose-feather-like snowflakes silently struck the warm glass, then quickly melted into tiny watermarks.

The room, however, was warm and cozy.

Jiang Chu, dressed in dark-colored training clothes, stood barefoot on the wooden floor of her two-story private fitness studio.

This fitness studio was prepared specifically for her; it was arranged before they even planned to arrive.

The underfloor heating was set to a high temperature, and it felt slightly hot to the touch.

Her tall and slender figure was clearly reflected in a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.

She didn't play any music; she simply let her body's muscle memory guide her movements in the quiet.

Lifting and sinking, pressing and leaning, beginning, development, transition and conclusion.

A smooth, high jump.

She paused briefly in the air before landing lightly, her toes touching the ground silently, like a falling snowflake.

Sweat trickled down the girl's slender neck and into her collar.

Jiang Chu stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at her face, which was flushed with health from exercise, and her eyes, which were exceptionally bright and full of vitality.

……very nice.

In the original story, she might have already died at this point?

Jiang Chu vaguely remembered that the scene seemed to be in winter.

Of course, it could also be spring.

It's generally when the temperature is relatively low.

The book seems to have mentioned that she felt extremely cold when she fell into the water.

"..."

But it's okay.

Wei Jing has not yet been discharged from the hospital.

Xie Qingyang has already lost his identity and will soon lose his property as well.

Even health.

Until there is nothing left.

Jiang Chu glanced at her reflection in the mirror, then turned and left.

After taking a warm shower, she changed into a rather casual home outfit. Her hair wasn't completely dry, and it was loosely tied back with a shark clip, making her look lazy yet clean.

She had only walked a few steps in the corridor when she bumped into Xie Jing, who was coming out of the elevator.

The latter had just finished a video conference and had taken off his suit jacket, wearing only a dark gray fitted shirt.

The man had two buttons undone at his collar, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the extremely firm, veiny outline of his forearms.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and a hint of oppressive anger still lingered on his body, but that coldness melted away the moment he saw who it was.

"Finished practicing?"

Xie Jing strode over, naturally reaching out to touch her still-damp hair, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Why didn't you dry yourself? It's cold here."

"Too lazy to brag."

Jiang Chu leaned against his broad, muscular chest, inhaling the pleasant, cool woody scent emanating from him. "Is there a meeting later?"

"And also," Xie Jing pinched the back of her neck, pulling her away slightly, his deep eyes locking onto her, "you'll be participating too."

"Oh, then I'll go change my clothes," Jiang Chu tilted her head. "But who is it? Is it a relative?"

"It's not them," Xie Jing took her hand and held it in his dry, warm palm. "It's my core team. There are some things that require your signature."

They went to a private, confidential study on the basement level.

This is the area with the highest level of security in the entire manor, requiring triple biometric authentication to open.

Pushing open the heavy, soundproof wooden door, the interior view comes into view.

This study is very large, with large areas of dark mahogany wall panels and dark leather sofas creating a sense of privacy.

In a huge fireplace in the corner, pine wood was burning fiercely, and the warm orange flames danced in the dimly lit room.

Three people were already seated around the mahogany conference table in the center of the study.

Upon hearing the door open, they all stood up in unison, their posture extremely respectful.

Standing on the far left is the chief practicing lawyer of the Xie family office.

A man in his fifties, with meticulously styled hair, wore frameless glasses, the lenses gleaming with an extremely professional and sharp light.

Three generations of their family have been Xie's go-to lawyers, handling countless thrilling isolation cases.

The person in the middle is the family office's chief investment officer and actuary.

He was around forty years old, with long, slender fingers and a refined demeanor. He was Xie Jing's ultimate actuary, managing Xie Jing's global offshore private assets.

On the far right is the CEO of the Xie Family Manor's private affairs office, and Xie Jing's most trusted coordinator of private affairs.

Any one of these three individuals could be a behemoth that would shake the financial and legal worlds.

The three of them watched as the head of the family and the new wife walked in side by side, their expressions calm and without the slightest surprise, clearly having already received the news.

"Chairman, Madam."

The lawyer bowed slightly first, speaking in an extremely polite tone.

"Please sit down."

Xie Jing led Jiang Chu to the main seat.

Instead of letting Jiang Chu sit on the cold conference chair, he put his arm around her waist and made her sit on the soft leather couch with thick wool cushions that he had specially prepared next to his seat.

The possessiveness and favoritism in this gesture are already evident.

"Take the things out."

The lawyer nodded, took out an astonishingly thick document from his briefcase, and pushed it in front of Jiang Chu.

"Ms. Jiang, this is an independent and absolute asset segregation plan that the chairman instructed us to tailor for you last month."

As Jiang Chu looked at the complex legal document, which was a mix of English and German, an idea popped into her mind.

Xie Jing quietly took her hand under the table, his rough palm squeezing her soft fingers, his fingertips gently tracing across her palm, signaling her not to panic.

"Let me speak."

Xie Jing looked up at his team and said, "I told them before that I would completely sever a portion of your assets from Tianyu Group and the Xie family."

Jiang Chu immediately knew that she had made the right decision.

"Tianyu is too large," Xie Jing said in a low voice. "Anti-monopoly, geopolitical conflicts, corporate debt, and even future internal strife within the family—even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, I don't want these risks to affect you."

He turned his head, his deep black eyes fixed intently on Jiang Chu.

"I hope that even if something happens to me or the group, you won't be able to touch a single penny of this asset, and no one will have the right to claim it. It's enough for you and our descendants to continue living a comfortable and prosperous life."

Jiang Chu stared at him speechlessly.

She opened her mouth, but found that her throat was blocked by something, and she couldn't say a word.

She could only clench her fingers tightly.

He was telling her in his best way: I love you, so I won't let you share all the risks with me.

I give you the best, and keep the most dangerous things for myself.

This is not a fleeting romance.

Instead, he is a man accustomed to being in control, calmly, meticulously, and without regard to cost, weaving a safety net for her that will never collapse.