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

The gaze, almost tangible, slowly and clearly swept across the girl's body submerged in the water.

From his position, one could vaguely see his slender waistline reflected in the water, tightly wrapped in soaked fabric.

There were also those towering, undulating hills that floated completely on the water, and that snow-white neck that seemed so fragile it would break at the slightest touch.

Jiang Chu could almost feel the temperature and weight of that gaze.

Like fingertips covered in calluses, brushing against her skin inch by inch through the air and water.

She couldn't help but tremble, unsure whether it was the cold pool water or the penetrating gaze.

Jiang Chu lowered her face even further, biting her lower lip, her posture becoming increasingly delicate and graceful.

No one else noticed this.

The rich kids by the pool were terrified and dared not look up to see where the Xie family patriarch's gaze was falling.

They felt their souls flee from their bodies as soon as that cold and imposing gaze swept over them, wishing they could bury their heads in the ground, and dared not look at anything else.

Everyone just hoped that this evil spirit wouldn't focus his attention on them.

As for the people in that pool?

The rich kids had long forgotten about her and didn't think Mr. Xie would care about her at all.

After all, that's Xie Jing! He's the undisputed head of the Xie family, a giant conglomerate, and the absolute controller of the vast business empire of Tianyu Group!

Even people like them are probably no different from ants in this man's eyes.

What's more, she's just a gold digger from a poor background who wants to climb the social ladder by relying on her looks!

"...What happened?"

Xie Jing spoke in a deep voice.

His voice was low, husky, and mellow, each word carrying an imposing pressure, echoing clearly in the quiet courtyard.

The rich kids shuddered.

"Thank you, Mr. Xie! We...we were invited by Qingyang! It was a gathering organized by Qingyang; we were discussing a research topic upstairs!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We'll leave right away! Right away! We didn't know you'd be coming, we're so sorry to have bothered you!"

One of the boys, from the best family, mustered his courage and asked another question in a trembling voice.

"Uncle Xie, you...you came here tonight...?"

Xie Jing finally shifted his gaze from the pool and gave the boy a brief, indifferent glance.

Just then, the boy also looked up.

Their eyes met.

The boy looked as if he had been pierced by an ice pick; his face turned deathly pale, and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. The words he was about to say were stuck in his throat.

He wanted to slap himself.

It's none of his business to inquire about Mr. Xie's itinerary!

"Want me to give you a ride?"

Xie Jing said calmly.

"No, no, no—we're leaving now, going, uh—"

The group bowed and scraped, then scrambled back into the villa to retrieve their belongings, wishing they had more legs.

As for Jiang Chu, who was still in the pool? They had long since forgotten about him.

They only hoped that tonight's events wouldn't be remembered, and that they would soon be forgotten by the Xie family head; otherwise, their parents would surely go crazy!

In the blink of an eye, only the whistling wind remained by the pool.

At Xie Jing's signal, the bodyguards, assistants, and technicians had already retreated to a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

He can be at his beck and call without disturbing him.

Xie Jing strode over and walked unhurriedly to the edge of the pool.

Jiang Chu lowered her head, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw the tall figure gradually approaching.

The spotless, handmade custom-made leather shoes came into view.

And then there were the neatly ironed trousers with hems that hugged the long, slender legs.

The leather and fabric gleamed with a restrained yet expensive sheen under the light.

Jiang Chu heard her heartbeat begin to quicken.

"Little girl—"

She heard a man's voice coming from above her, which seemed much closer and lower than before.

It's like the lowest string of a cello being gently plucked, carrying a strange magnetism.

"Frozen stiff?"

His tone was devoid of emotion; it seemed he was simply asking her why she wasn't coming up.

"……without."

Jiang Chu slowly shook her head, her wet hair swaying with the movement. Her voice was soft and slightly hoarse, with a hint of grievance and annoyance.

"If I had gone up there, they might have beaten me up again. It's a little safer in the water."

Her explanation was vague, and she didn't say much more.

Jiang Chu subconsciously felt that if she started complaining and saying too much to someone like Xie Jing, it would only annoy him.

"...I'm sorry, Mr. Xie, I've dirtied your swimming pool."

She spoke timidly as she used her hands to support herself on the edge of the pool and climbed up.

The soaked white dress clung to her body as if it had lost its soul; the thin fabric, now half-transparent, clung tightly to her slender frame.

That slender waist was so delicate that it seemed it would slip through your palm with the slightest touch.

Her lower body suddenly becomes rounded, with a full and delicate hip line, like a peach covered in night dew.

Water droplets slid down the collarbone, sparkling as they disappeared into the deep shadows.

Xie Jing stared intently at her, then at the overturned crystal pot on the ground and the spilled orange juice.

"...It's fortunate you came," Jiang Chu said softly, "otherwise I don't know what would have happened. Thank you. I'll be leaving now."

Before the man could reply, she took a step with slightly trembling legs and walked towards the side door of the villa.

The water was indeed a bit cold.

After soaking for so long, my limbs are a bit stiff and weak.

Jiang Chu took two steps when his foot suddenly slipped, and he lost his footing on the smooth tile, falling uncontrollably to the side!

The next second, she felt a lightness in her body.

A strong, large hand was already firmly gripping her waist.

The hand was too big, enveloping her entire waist in its burning palm, the knuckles clearly visible as they sank into her waistline, pressed against her soaked skirt.

His thumb rested precisely on the lower edge of her ribs, while his other four fingers firmly supported the end of her spine.

Jiang Chu was pulled by this force and uncontrollably bumped into the man, her shoulder lightly hitting his forearm.

Even through the thick fabric of the suit, you could feel the muscles in his arms were bulging and as hard as cast iron.

Her waist looked so slender in his palm, and the soft flesh that seeped out between his fingers was made even whiter and smoother by her wet clothes, like a handful of melting snow.