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

The next afternoon, fine snowflakes continued to fall gently from the sky.

Jiang Chu stood in the spacious dance studio.

The surroundings were warm and cozy, and a thin layer of white mist condensed on the French windows due to the temperature difference.

She was wearing a jet-black training uniform, her long hair was tied into a neat bun at the back of her head, revealing her slender and graceful swan neck.

Using the reflection of the full-length mirror, she repeatedly practiced the side-turning and leg-controlling movements.

When she completed her big jump and landed gracefully—

Jiang Chu's gaze passed through the vast white fog outside the window and caught a glimpse of movement in the far distance.

In a flat valley deeper behind the manor, there is a private helipad.

At that moment, above that area, in the midst of swirling snow, a low-profile Gulfstream aircraft was gliding smoothly to its descent.

That was Xie Jing's private jet.

Jiang Chu's eyes lit up.

My fiancé took a plane to Shenzhen early this morning. A large part of Tianyu Group's offshore financial structure, including its technical operations and legal teams, is located there.

If the list on the USB drive that Old Weber gave me last night points to someone on the inside, then that person is most likely on that drive.

She wouldn't ask any more questions.

Jiang Chu quickly took a shower, and when she came out, three SUVs sped towards her from the direction of the helipad on the back mountain, cutting through the snowstorm.

Then it came to a steady stop in front of the main building's entrance.

Jiang Chu was overjoyed. She put on a loose, light coat, jogged out the door, and ran down the spiral staircase.

She arrived at the foyer in her fluffy slippers, just as Xie Jing came in.

Snowflakes, mixed with the biting cold wind, swirled in through the crack in the door, along with a tall, imposing man who exuded a travel-worn, chilly aura.

Xie Jing had just handed a stack of confidential documents to his assistant, Wang, when he looked up and saw a slender figure wearing a thin coat running towards him.

His brows furrowed instantly.

"It's cold here."

Xie Jing strode forward with his long legs to meet him.

At the same time, he deftly took off his black cashmere coat.

"oops--"

Jiang Chu felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and then a coat, still warm from a man's body, covered her head.

Xie Jing wrapped her tightly in his coat, then pulled her into his arms through the fabric with his large hand, like holding a large dough ball.

"I'm not afraid of catching a cold."

He lowered his head and touched her forehead with his slightly cool touch. Although his tone was scolding, the tenderness and doting in his eyes were almost overflowing.

Jiang Chu struggled to peek her little head out from inside the coat, smiling at him with her eyes crinkled: "No, besides, I also want to see you soon."

Xie Jing's large hand around her waist paused slightly. He had originally wanted to say something to her, but now he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Your dinner will be ready soon," Jiang Chu snuggled into his arms. "As soon as I got the news that your plane was about to land, I had the housekeeper prepare the dishes. They're all your favorites."

Xie Jing looked down at her rosy cheeks, then lowered his head and kissed her deeply. "It's so good to have a wife."

Jiang Chu's cheeks felt slightly warm.

Xie Jing glanced again at Assistant Wang, who was trying to hide beside him.

Assistant Wang: "..."

Actually, he's already used to it.

Xie Jing: "Did he sign it?"

Assistant Wang nodded. "Signed. Ten minutes ago. He submitted a written application voluntarily, citing health reasons, and the wording was very clean. He's smart; he didn't say a single unnecessary word."

"How's things at home?"

"The compensation has been received," Assistant Wang paused for a moment, "His wife doesn't know what happened, she only knows that her husband is going to retire early."

Xie Jing nodded slightly. "The offshore level?"

"The legal department started this afternoon. It's a normal annual organizational restructuring, which is acceptable both internally and externally."

Assistant Wang flipped through the tablet in his hand. "The new node will be finalized within two weeks, and the old channels will be closed simultaneously. All the entry points mentioned in that document will be rendered invalid at that time."

Xie Jing nodded. "The one on the east side?"

"Our people arrived this afternoon. He himself is currently in Bali and doesn't know. At this rate, by the time he realizes it, at least two of the three projects will have already changed hands."

Xie Jing nodded again.

The surroundings were quiet for a few seconds.

Assistant Wang understood.

This matter is now considered closed.

From the time Old Weber pushed that USB drive over last night until now, only twenty hours have passed, and a hidden line that had infiltrated the core architecture of Tianyu has been calmly cut off without even making a sound.

Xie Jing lowered his head again, glanced at Jiang Chu, and said, "You go first."

Assistant Wang nodded, took two steps back, and then decisively turned around, disappearing into the corridor with two other assistants.

Jiang Chu's gaze swept past his retreating figure and landed back on her fiancé's face. "Is it resolved?"

Xie Jing patted her head. "Of course."

"That's good. It wasn't for nothing that you went out so early in the morning."

As Jiang Chu pulled Xie Jing into the warm and cozy restaurant, the servants tactfully pushed in a food cart.

On the marble round table, one after another, steaming hot and exquisitely prepared dishes were served.

She was just about to say something when her phone suddenly rang.

Jiang Chu was taken aback.

The note says "Mom".