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

It was as if the surroundings had been muted.

At first, everyone was confused and stunned, then they all stared at Jiang Chu's earlobe, and then suddenly turned to Wei Jing, whose face had turned deathly pale.

And his friend, who was speechless and seemed to be being choked.

Seven...seven figures? Or US dollars?

Those earrings?

Those earrings look just slightly brighter and more uniquely designed than regular diamond studs, right? How could they possibly be worth that much money?!

Wei Jing's mind went blank, as if something had exploded.

He certainly knew Graff; it was synonymous with top-tier jewelry.

Then he suddenly remembered that when he saw Jiang Chu this morning, she seemed to be wearing these earrings.

He was so angry at the time that he didn't pay any attention.

now--

He tried to recall, but found that he couldn't remember whether she had ever worn that earring before.

Because Wei Jing simply didn't care about these things.

And close to seven figures?

Or in US dollars?

How is that possible?!

Where did Jiang Chu get the money to buy this kind of jewelry?

No, she absolutely can't afford it!

Even if she really did leave with some rich second-generation classmate last night, even if she really used tricks to make that person fall in love with her in a short period of time!

It's impossible to receive such a gift so quickly, isn't it?

This is jewelry worth millions!

Countless questions and horrifying speculations overwhelmed him in an instant.

He stared intently at Jiang Chu's ears for a few seconds, then turned to the boy with glasses, "...You're good at bluffing."

Wei Jing said calmly, "You were in cahoots with Jiang Chu, weren't you? What benefits did she give you?"

The boy was completely confused. "What?"

The freshman girl at the next table rolled her eyes. "My God, this guy is completely immersed in his own world. He doesn't believe what he doesn't believe is fake."

Wei Jing looked coldly at the female student.

The junior student raised an eyebrow. "What? Want to spar? I'm a martial arts major, I'm always ready to fight."

Wei Jing: "..."

He hadn't intended to fight; he was just in an extremely bad mood.

Jiang Chu also drifted off into thought.

Tens of millions?

These earrings?

She had specifically chosen a small pair, never imagining that their origin and price would be so shocking.

Or rather, she guessed it must be very valuable, but she never imagined it would be this valuable.

It's safe to say that this is indeed the work of Beijing's richest man; even the casual gifts he gives away are not ordinary items.

After a while, the students around finally came to their senses from the shock, and the discussion exploded, even more heated than before.

"My God... Really? Earrings worth millions?"

"Is it true or false?"

"I don't know!"

"But she's so beautiful, it's not surprising..."

"Maybe she's actually quite wealthy?"

Wei Jing stood there, feeling as if those gazes and words were whipping him.

His face turned from white to green, then from green to red, and finally to ashen.

He wanted to question Jiang Chu, to make her explain where the earring came from and whether it was really worth that much money.

However, when he opened his mouth, he found his throat extremely dry, and under the gaze of the students around him, he felt increasingly embarrassed.

In the end, he could only leave in resentment.

Jiang Chu was still pondering the earring and had no interest in paying attention to him.

She stood up, refused two students who came to ask for her contact information, placed her tray in the storage area, and left the cafeteria.

The sky outside had completely darkened.

The nights at Kyoto University are always bustling. People are jogging on the sports field, and groups of students walk by with their books under the streetlights.

She walked slowly along the tree-lined path alone when her phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket.

A message box pops up in the middle of the screen.

X: [Do you have class tonight?]

Jiang Chu's heart pounded wildly.

She couldn't help but stare at the line of text for several seconds. After opening the chat window, she hovered her thumb above the input box for a few seconds before quickly typing.

CC: [No OwO]

She regretted it a little after sending it.

Is adding this emoji inappropriate? And did I reply too quickly, or too slowly?

My phone vibrated again.

X: [Come to the West Gate.]

Jiang Chu's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped her phone, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.

She tried to make her steps seem less hurried, but her pace still unconsciously quickened.

The West Gate is one of the busiest exits, and at this time of day, there are still many students waiting for buses to pick up takeout or going out for late-night snacks with friends.

Jiang Chu walked to the door, stood under a ginkgo tree, wrapped her thin coat tighter around herself, and stood on tiptoe to look out at the roadside.

She didn't know what kind of car Xie Jing would arrive in.

Soon, amidst the exclamations of the surrounding students, a long, low-slung black sedan pulled up to the side of the road.

The car features the Spirit of Ecstasy emblem and a Parthenon-style grille that gleams with a cold, metallic sheen under the streetlights.

It sits silently by the ginkgo-lined path directly opposite the school gate, like a moving palace.

"...What kind of car is that?"

"Wow, an eighth-generation Phantom, and a custom version at that—look at the wheels, they're not the original design, they were custom-molded by the Bespoke division!"

"This matte black... Rolls-Royce's color palette shouldn't have this color; it's a custom-mixed one."

"...It must be very expensive, right?"

"The base price is seven or eight million, but this is a custom-made car. Add to that the thickness of the B-pillar, tsk, bulletproof glass, armored door panels, and chassis lightning protection—this whole package will easily cost forty million."

The whispers grew louder and louder.

Several people's eyes immediately fell on Jiang Chu.

She had already walked towards the car.

Before more people could take out their phones to take pictures, Jiang Chu darted into the carriage and closed the door behind him.

The air inside the carriage was quiet and slightly cool, carrying a very faint scent of oak and leather.

The soundproof glass shut out all the noise from outside, leaving only her own breathing and the undeniable, heavy presence of the man beside her.

Xie Jing sat there.

He was wearing the same blue shirt he wore during the day, but his tie was loosened and hanging there casually.

The top two buttons were undone, revealing a small patch of skin from the neck to the collarbone.

He took off his suit jacket and draped it over the leather seat on the other side, the cuffs rolled up twice, revealing strong, muscular forearms with lines full of power.

The carriage was clearly very spacious; the rear seat space was enough for an adult man to easily cross his legs.

But Jiang Chu just felt a little breathless.

This man is too big.

Or perhaps it's that the proportions of the skeleton and muscles are too aggressive.

His height of over 1.9 meters meant that even when he was sitting, his shoulder line was much higher than hers.

His broad, thick shoulders occupied almost half of the backrest of the seat, and his long legs were casually crossed, with his knees less than a hand's width away from her legs.

She could even feel the warmth emanating from him, carrying a faint sandalwood scent mixed with a barely perceptible hint of tobacco.

It wasn't the kind of permeation that seeps in from the inside out; it was more like when someone offers him a cigar on an important occasion, and he politely holds it between his fingers.

But it was not inhaled, and may not even have been ignited.

"...Mr. Xie," Jiang Chu said softly, "Good evening."

Xie Jing had been turning his head slightly to look at her, and upon hearing this, he simply nodded calmly, "Good evening."

The carriage fell silent once again.

Jiang Chu originally wanted to say a few words to ease the atmosphere.

Suddenly, the man's tall, strong body leaned towards her without warning.

That broad, full chest instantly filled her field of vision.

The faint woody scent suddenly approached, enveloping her entirely.