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

The original owner's mother, Chen Qingxue, was a primary school teacher. She had been divorced from the original owner's father for many years and had remarried long ago, having a son and a daughter.

Chen Qingxue was very busy with work and her relationship with the original owner was not very close, so they gradually lost contact and interaction.

Jiang Chu hesitated for a moment.

Xie Jing glanced at her. "Take it if you want."

Jiang Chu nodded. "You eat first."

She picked up her phone, walked to the window, and answered the call, "...Mom?"

A familiar yet unfamiliar female voice came through the receiver, "Chuchu, are you on holiday for New Year's Day?"

Jiang Chu responded.

"Your dad called me before," Chen Qingxue said, "saying that you blocked him, and he was still yelling at me, asking if I had told you something."

Jiang Chu looked up at the sky and said, "He asked me for money before, but I didn't have any, so I couldn't give it to him. He probably suspects that I gave you the money."

Chen Qingxue was silent for a moment. "He said you have a rich second-generation boyfriend, but you're unwilling to give any money for the bride price. Is that true?"

Jiang Chu was utterly speechless. "First of all, my boyfriend isn't a rich second-generation. Secondly, we're already preparing to get married."

They're pretty much like the heirs of wealthy families.

Jiang Chu: "Moreover... the relationship and way we get along are beyond his imagination, so those things don't exist."

Chen Qingxue sighed, "Chuchu, I didn't call to ask you for money. Don't worry, even if there is a bride price, it will be yours."

Jiang Chu didn't want to explain repeatedly. "What happened?"

Chen Qingxue sighed deeply, "Chuchu, you're not young anymore. Have you thought about the future? You can't dance your whole life, can you? Your grandma spoiled you back then and made you take the arts entrance exam—"

Jiang Chu: "Have you ever met a dance professional who is older than you?"

Chen Qingxue: "..."

"Chuchu, why are you always arguing?" Chen Qingxue said impatiently. "I'm doing this for your own good. How long can you dance? What will you do after you've used up your youth? Do you really want to become a teacher at some second-rate institution? Do you think those jobs are easy? You need to find a stable job, or... find a reliable partner who can support you."

Jiang Chu: "Is this all you wanted to say on the phone?"

Chen Qingxue: "Do you have time?"

Jiang Chu: "I'm eating."

Chen Qingxue wasn't in a hurry. "Then you eat first, and call me later."

Hang up when you're done.

Jiang Chu put down her phone.

Xie Jing glanced at her. "What?"

Jiang Chu: "There's a 90% chance my mom will introduce me to a boyfriend, and a 10% chance she'll introduce me to a job."

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly. "Didn't you just say you were planning to get married?"

Jiang Chu shrugged. "Your dad might send you to a war-torn mining area to get stabbed, but he probably won't do what my dad did, like stealing the house your grandma left you. So... there are many types of parents in this world that you haven't met yet."

Xie Jing chuckled, "My grandmother passed away a long time ago, but you're right, even if she were still alive, the old man wouldn't do such a thing."

After the two finished their meal, Assistant Wang came in again and said that several guests would be arriving that evening.

Xie Jing said he would wait for them in the study.

Jiang Chu stood up. "I'm going to play in the greenhouse for a while."

Ten minutes later.

Outside the window was a pine forest with its branches bent low by snow. The sky was darkening, and the valley was so quiet it seemed to be isolated from the world.

"...Regarding the information disclosure issue, we have reached an internal consensus—to follow the rectification plan you submitted, giving you a three-month window period, and not to disclose it to the public."

A man in a suit closed the folder and said calmly.

Xie Jing nodded upon hearing this, "Deputy Director Chen, you've worked hard."

Deputy Director Chen waved his hand, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Oh, right, there's one more thing..."

He didn't speak immediately, but instead turned his head to glance at his subordinate next to him.

The man pulled a thin sheet of paper from his briefcase and placed it on the coffee table without pushing it over, just so Xie Jing could see the name on it.

Xie Jing glanced down at it.

Xie Qingyang.

"You should know about that insider trading deal at Rongke," Deputy Director Chen said calmly. "We've been monitoring it for a while now, and the chain of evidence is complete."

"Offshore shell companies and multi-layered penetration structures aren't too crude," a subordinate chimed in, "but they're still too inexperienced compared to our system."

The study was quiet for a moment.

Xie Jing nodded. "I know."

Deputy Director Chen hesitated for a moment, "And it also involves an illegal transfer to related parties. We are going through judicial investigation procedures for this part and cooperating with Interpol."

He paused, looked at Xie Jing, and said, "We'd like to hear your opinion."

The subtext of this statement was perfectly clear to all three people present.

Xie Qingyang's surname is Xie, and he comes from the founding family of Tianyu Group. If Xie Jing wanted to step in and mediate, leaving an opening, those present could understand.

Xie Jing remained calm. "Your duty is to uphold the fairness of the capital market. You don't need to consider my position, and I won't have any position."

Deputy Director Chen looked at him for a moment, then nodded and smiled, "Then there's no problem."

He took the flyer back from the coffee table.

"We're currently conducting a final asset inventory," another subordinate stood up, fastening the clasp of his briefcase. "It'll be done soon, just letting you know."