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

The underground private lounge is extremely soundproof; once the heavy upholstered wooden door is closed, it completely cuts off the outside world.

Although it's called a lounge, the room is fully equipped.

In the center was an extremely large double bed, covered with dark gray silk bedding, which gleamed with a luxurious cool light under the warm yellow wall lamp.

Because the building upstairs is a terraced structure built against the mountain, this area is actually a semi-underground sunroom.

A wide, bulletproof glass window faces a natural cliff on the back mountain.

Below the cliff lies a deep valley.

Jiang Chu leaned against the double bed, looking out at the leaden gray sky.

The falling snowflakes swirled in the wind, forming white eddies that gathered and scattered in a chaotic manner, like a silent dance.

Further away, on the cliff face, snow had covered the jagged rock edges, softening the sharp rock contours into rounded white lines.

The pine forest at the bottom of the valley was already covered with a thick layer of snow.

The dark green canopy drooped slightly, and snow piled up between the branches. Occasionally, a bird perched on a branch would be startled by the falling snow and flap its wings to take flight.

The whole world seemed to have been muted.

Clothes lay scattered on the soft bed.

Jiang Chu was alarmed.

She turned around.

Xie Jing stood by the bed, his dark gray shirt unbuttoned, his broad shoulders trembling slightly as the fabric slid down his strong arms.

That fierce and powerful body was exposed without reservation to the warm firelight of the fireplace.

Jiang Chu's gaze swept over his full deltoid muscles, his bulging pectoral muscles, his narrow waist with its distinct cleavage, and the shark line that slanted into his pants.

She leaned against the cushions, openly admiring her fiancé.

Xie Jing noticed her gaze.

He didn't come over immediately. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, one hand resting on the wooden railing at the foot of the bed. "Is it nice?"

Jiang Chu blinked, like a kitten caught red-handed, the amazement in her eyes quickly masked by a smile.

She changed her posture, resting her chin on her hand. "Beautiful."

Jiang Chu mischievously stretched out one foot and gently rubbed her smooth, delicate toe against the man's waist, her eyes curving in a provocative manner.

"You train so hard every day, oh dear, it breaks my heart to see you like this, but I'm also worried that your stamina won't keep up—"

Before she could finish speaking, her slender ankle was suddenly gripped firmly by a large hand.

Jiang Chu trembled all over.

Xie Jing didn't use much force; he simply tightened his large hand slightly and pinched her firm, slender, white calf in his palm.

Because of years of dance practice, the muscles there are tight and firm, every inch of which contains power.

"Can't keep up physically?"

Xie Jing looked down at her.

His fingertips slid along her ankle, his rough fingertips kneading maliciously, slowly pressing her calves.

The man's palms had some thin calluses; when he pressed them slightly, a tingling, numb, and itchy sensation instantly shot straight to his head.

"Ah... um..."

Jiang Chu snorted lightly, his previously arrogant demeanor fading considerably.

She tried to pull her leg back.

That large hand was like an iron shackle, completely still.

"Xie Jing... let go, stop pinching there, it's numb..."

Her voice trembled, and her other leg twitched involuntarily as she rubbed against the silk sheets in a somewhat coquettish manner.

Xie Jing snorted coldly, not only not letting go, but also slightly bending his knees, pressing down even further with his tall body.

He lifted her long, slender leg up slightly, his palm sliding down her calf, and he brazenly pinched the soft flesh on the inside of her knee.

Finally, his large hand gripped her waist, and he pulled her forward sharply.

In a dizzying moment, Jiang Chu was pulled beneath him.

"Weren't you just worried about my health?"

Xie Jing lowered his head and rubbed his chin heavily against her neck, causing a tingling sensation. His voice was hoarse, as if it were being rubbed on coarse sand.

"You little brat, if you can get out of this bed today, I'll take your surname."

He pressed his palm against the sensitive acupoints on her calf again.

Jiang Chu's body went limp. "I was wrong, I was wrong! Chairman! You're the youngest, you have amazing stamina, please let go... stop squeezing, it really hurts..."

Her bright, watery eyes glistened with moisture, her red lips parted slightly, and she was breathing rapidly.

That fearful and weak look made one's mouth dry.

Xie Jing's eyes suddenly darkened. "Since you say my stamina is good, then I should let you experience it again."

Jiang Chu: "...?"

Xie Jing lowered his head and bit her lips.

The unique woody, cool fragrance emanating from him, mixed with a touch of biting cold, was amplified infinitely in this small, warm space, completely enveloping and consuming him.

Jiang Chu was so weak from his kisses that she wrapped one arm around his neck and pulled his hair with the other.

"Open your eyes."

Xie Jing stepped back slightly, and his deep, husky voice sounded above her.

Jiang Chu opened her eyes somewhat dazedly, her watery pupils reflecting the man's handsome and perfect face so close to hers.

At this moment, a raging fire was burning in those once icy black eyes.

"neat……"

Xie Jing called her name softly, grasped the girl's soft little hand, and pressed it forcefully against his frighteningly hot chest, feeling the vigorous and powerful heartbeat.

"This is all yours."

As Jiang Chu felt the intense heat and frantic rhythm beneath his palm, his heart began to race.

She leaned in and kissed the man passionately.

"...I am yours too."