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

Jiang Chu lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and warm liquid silently slid down, landing on the back of her hand.

She quickly wiped it away with her fingertip, "...I'll keep it for you. If you ever run out of money, I'll take care of you."

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly. "You probably won't have that chance. At most, you can only fantasize about it in your head."

That being said, preparations are always necessary.

Tianyu Group was his life's work, an empire he built with his life's blood and sweat. He spent his entire life adding bricks and tiles to that edifice, making it an unshakeable fortress.

However, in front of the girl he loved, he only hoped that no matter what happened, she would be alright.

The actuary then took over the conversation, opened the asset map on the tablet, and began to report:

"Chairman, Madam, we have established an irrevocable and non-retroactive offshore safe-haven trust, located in the dual jurisdiction of Liechtenstein and Zurich, which has some of the world's strictest privacy laws. Madam is the sole first-line beneficiary of this trust and has absolute and sole disposal rights..."

Xie Jing grasped Jiang Chu's hand and explained in a low voice, "I don't own any share in it, so any debt collection or judicial freezing targeting Tianyu Group or myself will not touch this trust in the slightest."

The actuary paused, then swiped the screen:

"To mitigate the risks associated with virtual assets and stock market volatility, the assets injected into the trust do not include shares of Tianyu Group. Instead—"

"First, the properties in eleven prime commercial locations, including those near Hyde Park in London, in the heart of Manhattan in New York, in Ginza in Tokyo, and in the shopping district of Zurich, are all unsecured, generating only rental income without any financial leverage."

"Second, physical gold reserve certificates held in custody by Swiss banks, and sovereign bonds guaranteed by Lloyd's of London."

"Third, the trust has established an independent art management fund, which has already purchased 24 top-quality artworks for asset preservation."

The actuary took a deep breath and announced a startling figure: "Based on current calculations, even without any high-risk second-phase investment, the annualized risk-free rental income from these eleven commercial properties alone is enough to cover the daily operating expenses of more than a dozen family offices."

Jiang Chu: "..."

Jiang Chu was a little confused.

At this moment, the lead lawyer glanced at Xie Jing with some difficulty and then steered to the most sensitive legal clause:

"Chairman, regarding your marriage. As is customary, to protect the group's structure, is it necessary for the wife to sign a prenuptial agreement? For example, in the event of extreme circumstances such as a future breakdown of the marriage, would the trust assets need to be...?"

"unnecessary."

Xie Jing coldly interrupted him, his voice even carrying a hint of displeasure.

"There's no need for any agreements that restrict her." He squeezed Jiang Chu's hand, turned to look at her, and said, "Unless I pass away, we will be together forever."

Jiang Chu looked into those deep, dark eyes, as unfathomable as an abyss, and then grasped the other person's hand in return.

On the day she accepted the proposal, he said that once she put on that ring, she would never be able to take it off for the rest of her life.

She never thought it was a joke.

But so what?

"No," Jiang Chu smiled, "death cannot separate us, and you can't get rid of me in any way."

Xie Jing's eyes flickered slightly, and he gripped her hand even tighter, their fingers intertwining.

The lawyer and actuary exchanged a glance. "...We've closed all the loopholes in cross-border hedging and tax compliance. Now, all you need to do is sign these final documents."

Xie Jing took out his signature pen, leaned over, and his tall figure enveloped her in a warm shadow. His deep voice brushed past her ear.

"Sign it, Chuchu."

"This is also a gift from me to you."

Jiang Chu looked at the heavy steel bar in front of him, then at the empty signature field at the end of the document.

Her nose tingled slightly as she turned to look at Xie Jing's deep, focused face, which was filled with tension at that moment—he was actually nervous, nervous that she wouldn't accept it.

"Chairman," Jiang Chu said, her eyes red, but she couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Aren't you afraid I'll run away with the money? After all, we haven't even registered our marriage yet."

Xie Jing chuckled, placed his large hand on the back of her head, and pressed a kiss on her forehead with a little force.

"You can try. Even if you leave this planet, I can still bring you back."

"...You're giving me too much credit."

Jiang Chu picked up the pen and signed her name.

With the final stroke completed, the lawyer took the document, stamped it, and put it back in the safe.

The three of them stood up at the same time and bowed respectfully.

"Congratulations to the Chairman and his wife! Wishing you both a happy marriage."

"You've worked hard. Let Lao Wang take you to lunch."

Xie Jing waved his hand.

The three of them quietly left, and the heavy wooden door closed again, completely shutting out the slightest noise.

In the study, only the sound of burning pine wood in the fireplace remained.

Jiang Chu turned around and threw herself into Xie Jing's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his broad and strong neck.

"What's wrong?"

Xie Jing picked her up and placed her astride his lap, supporting her hips and thighs with his large hands, naturally bearing her entire weight.

"Xie Jing, you're a madman."

Jiang Chu buried her face in the crook of his neck, "What are you going to do about spoiling me?"

"It won't get worse," Xie Jing hugged her, "it will only get better."

Jiang Chu couldn't help but chuckle, tilting her head slightly to look at the man in front of her who was usually aloof but had nothing to hide from her.

She leaned forward, opened her pearly teeth, and bit down hard on the taut muscle on Xie Jing's side of his neck!

The bite was merciless, leaving a row of deep teeth marks and even a faint red mark.

"Um……"

Xie Jing didn't even frown.

He grunted, his large hands firmly supporting her hips and legs, letting her run wild at the most vulnerable spot on his carotid artery.

Jiang Chu loosened her teeth and looked at the row of clearly visible pink teeth marks.

She licked it triumphantly with her little tongue and said coquettishly, "This is your seal! From now on, you'll not only have my scent but also my mark. If I find out you've changed your mind or have any other bad intentions, I'll... I'll just take this huge sum of trust assets and run away to Europe to find ten or eight handsome dancers and watch them dance every day!"

Xie Jing looked down at her.

"Bad intentions?"

The man said dangerously, his large hand tightening suddenly, his knuckles turning slightly white as he pressed her against his waist, pulling her even closer to his chest.

"What bad intentions do you think I have?"

He lowered his head, his hot breath overwhelming her, his thin lips pressing maliciously against her delicate earlobe.

"However, I am indeed thinking about how to exhaust you to the point that you don't even have the strength to walk, so that you can't go anywhere except in my arms for the rest of your life."

Jiang Chu's ears burned, and the heat spread all the way to her cheeks.

"What...what nonsense are you talking about!"

She pressed her hands against his hard chest. "This is a study! There were people here just now. Can't you be serious for once!"

"Serious?" Xie Jing raised an eyebrow. "Don't you like my unserious side? You're always trying to flirt with me—"

As he spoke, his large hand brazenly slipped inside the hem of his shirt.

The rough calluses on her palms pressed against the delicate skin on her waist.

Jiang Chu gasped, her body trembling slightly.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, grabbing his hand in surprise, her cheeks flushed with panic. "No...not here, what if someone..."

"Not even a fly can get in without my permission."

Xie Jing lowered his head, his thin lips sliding down her earlobe, nibbling at her slender, swan-like neck, his voice hoarse beyond belief.

"Aren't you full of energy? Why do you need ten or eight more actors?"

"I was just kidding!"

Jiang Chu felt weak all over from his bite, and her hand, which was originally pressed against his chest, unconsciously turned into gripping his shirt collar.

"yes."

Xie Jing's palm roamed over her flat, firm abdomen, then moved slightly downwards.

Jiang Chu let out a soft breath, her eyes filled with tears.

"Call me husband," Xie Jing coaxed in a hoarse voice, biting her lower lip. "I'll carry you back to the room."

Jiang Chu blushed and glared at him.

Under the increasingly intense and dangerous gaze of the man, she finally couldn't resist the overwhelming passion and parted her swollen, red lips slightly.

"……husband."

Xie Jing took a deep breath, and the last bit of restraint in his eyes completely collapsed.

He suddenly stood up, picked up the delicate flower in his arms, and strode towards the private lounge.

"Good girl."