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

There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone.

Chen Qingxue seemed to doubt that she had misheard and remained silent for a moment.

"Anyway... watch it if you want."

Jiang Chu hung up the phone.

She packed up her phone and, like a cheerful little bird, ran to the door in a few steps.

"How about it?" Xie Jing looked down at her, "I'm providing your mother with an authoritative channel to verify her son-in-law's identity."

Jiang Chu couldn't help but laugh.

Then a little worry crept into my heart.

"Speaking of which," Jiang Chu grabbed the man's sleeve, "if I said..."

"It's okay," Xie Jing said, pulling her into his arms as he saw her hesitant and conflicted expression. "Don't worry."

"Huh?" Jiang Chu looked up. "You know what I wanted to say?"

"I can guess," he said calmly, "just like you and your father. You want to stay away from them and not interfere with each other, I understand."

Jiang Chu pursed her lips. "Back when they divorced, neither of them wanted me. I said I wanted to stay with my dad, but actually it was because I wanted my grandma..."

She paused briefly, "Besides, they aren't the kind of relatives who are easy to deal with. If they think that you, their son-in-law, have taken them under their wing, they might use you as a shield to cause you trouble. I don't want that to happen."

As a transmigrator, Jiang Chu would naturally be willing to repay the original owner's parents if they took good care of their daughter, but if it was the other way around, then forget it.

Not to mention compared to her fiancé.

"What I mean is," Jiang Chu said softly, "you must not put up with them for my sake. It will make me very uncomfortable because they treat me badly. I am a very petty person, and I don't want the people who used to look down on me to be living a good life because of me."

After saying that, she buried her face in the man's chest.

Xie Jing hugged her and kissed the top of her head. "I know, that kind of thing won't happen."

"Well, speaking of which," Jiang Chu leaned against his chest, "the signing ceremony the week after next, is that the thing Old Weber and you agreed on last night?"

Xie Jing put his arm around her waist. "The technology transfer agreement has already gone through internal approval. Elder Zhong acted very quickly, elevating this matter to the level of national strategic cooperation. We'll go through the formalities with the outside world and give Wall Street and European stock markets some reassurance."

Jiang Chu took a breath. "So, do I really have to go to the state banquet with you?"

"Of course." Xie Jing pinched her cheek. "Unless you don't want to go?"

Jiang Chu tilted her head, feigning distress, "Then you should still go, otherwise it'll be so pitiful for you to be all alone."

Xie Jing smiled and kissed her forehead again, then picked her up in his arms. "Then please have pity on me, Madam."

-

When the New Year's Day holiday ended, they returned to the city.

The snowstorm in Beijing has subsided slightly, but the air is still filled with a biting chill.

city ​​center.

The top floor of the Shenghua International Hotel, owned by Tianyu Group.

A power struggle within a business empire has begun.

This is the group's annual closed-door reception for core shareholders and senior executives. Those who can enter the banquet hall are, in addition to several capital giants who control the group's peripheral equity and core members of the board of directors, the executive presidents and chief officers of various strategic sectors under Tianyu.

Amidst the elegant attire and swaying hair, and the clinking of glasses, the conversation revolves around multi-million dollar decisions that can significantly impact the industry landscape.

In the center of the main banquet hall, Xie Jing, dressed in a finely tailored black haute couture suit, held a half-empty glass of red wine and was talking quietly with several core directors of the group.

His formal attire accentuated his tall and imposing figure, making him appear as unshakeable as a mountain.

Jiang Chu stood beside him, wearing a dark blue satin evening gown, her dark hair pulled back, revealing her elegant collarbone and slender swan neck.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out from the side.

"...Chairman."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Xie Qingyang, dressed in a white suit skirt, walked over slowly, her face calm and composed, appearing confident.

The old directors surrounding Xie Jing exchanged glances.

They tactfully raised their glasses in acknowledgment, then quietly stepped back a short distance, giving the uncle and nephew some space.

Xie Jing took a sip of red wine.

Xie Qingyang puffed out his chest. "Chairman Xie, let's be frank. I know that what you said last time—the Lei family's financial collapse, the liquidation of the United Fund—was all made up to scare me. Lei Bin has already explained it to me."

She raised her chin. "That bill was a deliberately fabricated smokescreen, part of a short-selling trap. And you may have misjudged the derivative options structure behind that funding due to a lack of knowledge."

Xie Qingyang paused, seemingly waiting for Xie Jing's face to show some panic or wavering.

But the man just looked at her calmly, without even raising an eyebrow.

Xie Qingyang was displeased. "...I have prepared a complete asset integration plan. Tonight, I will let all the core shareholders present know that I will formally apply to join the board of directors of Tianyu Group."

She said, enunciating each word clearly, "As a direct descendant of the Xie family—"

Jiang Chu scoffed.

Xie Qingyang couldn't help but look at her.

Jiang Chu looked up at the sky, "I thought the previous dynasty was over. What kind of time is this? Still talking about legitimate and illegitimate children? If you want to use that method, are you the child of the legal wife?"

Xie Qingyang's expression was somewhat unpleasant. "...Then as the successor who has already proven his trading ability in the financial market, I am also qualified and capable of taking that position."

After saying that, he stared intently at Xie Jing.

Xie Jing remained calm, simply swirling the wine glass in his hand, watching the dark red liquid ripple under the light.

"Whatever," he said casually. "You can do whatever you want, it's just a pity you don't have time."

Xie Qingyang's expression darkened. "Are you going to bring up my illness again? You don't need to do that. I'm not like Xie Rong, and don't treat me like him."

Xie Jing glanced at her. "Neither in the past nor now, I will. You are not worthy."

Xie Qingyang gritted his teeth, suppressing the inexplicable unease in his heart, and turned to look at Jiang Chu.

Jiang Chu was leisurely sipping champagne.

When she met Xie Qingyang's gaze, she even gave him a smile that could be described as loving.

Xie Qingyang felt a lump in his throat. "Miss Jiang really has great self-control."

Jiang Chu blinked: "Look at you, child, how can you talk to your elders like that? Never mind, I won't hold it against you since you're young."

Xie Qingyang: "..."

Xie Qingyang took a deep breath, ignored the two of them, and turned to walk deeper into the crowd in the banquet hall.

She has already made up her mind.

First, they identified a few minority shareholders holding peripheral shares to test the waters and signal that "the Xie family's direct descendants are about to officially enter the game."

If even a few people present take it to heart, the news will spread like wildfire throughout the circle.

Even if Xie Jing wanted to stop him, he would have to consider the pressure from public opinion.

What's more, she also has funds in her hands.

That's solid proof of financial strength.

Xie Qingyang weaved through the crowd, his gaze sweeping across the banquet hall, quickly locking onto several targets—

Several peripheral shareholders of a non-core subsidiary of Tianyu do not have much say, but they have extensive connections in the industry and are best at spreading information.

Just as she picked up her wine glass, preparing to go over and strike up a conversation.

The noise in the banquet hall subsided.

Accompanied by a series of hurried footsteps, several people in uniforms with solemn expressions walked in.

The music at the event continued.

Many people had already noticed something was wrong and turned to look towards the door.

Xie Qingyang subconsciously turned around to look.

The men were wearing dark blue uniforms with silver badges on their chests.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties with a dignified face. He scanned the banquet hall and his gaze landed precisely on Xie Qingyang.

He walked straight toward her.

Xie Qingyang gripped the wine glass tightly.

"Ms. Xie Qingyang".

The middle-aged man walked up to her, took out his ID from his pocket, and opened it with a cold expression.

"I am an officer from the Economic Crime Investigation Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security. Our investigation has revealed that you are suspected of insider trading in securities using undisclosed information, involving a substantial amount; you are also suspected of illegally transferring funds through offshore shell companies, with the amount involved exceeding 100 million RMB. In accordance with relevant provisions of the Criminal Law, we are now taking coercive measures against you."