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

He was too close.

She was so close that she could see the finest wrinkles in his collar and the faint bluish tinge at the base of his clean-shaven stubble.

And the dense shadows of long eyelashes illuminated by the lights outside the car window, and the cold, hard curve of the neck muscles taut when the man tilted his head slightly.

If she moved just a few more centimeters forward, the tip of her nose would have brushed against his Adam's apple.

Jiang Chu froze, stunned.

She was trapped between that hot, imposing body and the cold, smooth leather seat, with no way to move forward or backward.

Xie Jing slowly reached out his hand, seemingly wanting to pull her into his arms.

however--

Click.

After a slight noise.

Jiang Chu found herself fastened with a seatbelt.

Jiang Chu: "..."

The man next to me straightened up, sat back down in his seat, and said calmly, as if nothing had happened: "Do you need someone to fasten your seatbelt for you?"

Jiang Chu looked at him in disbelief.

Was it intentional?

It must have been intentional!

Jiang Chu gritted her teeth and took a deep breath. "Mr. Xie, I've noticed something."

Xie Jing leaned back in his chair as if nothing had happened, raised his hand and completely ripped off his loose tie, tossed it aside, and turned his head to look at him.

"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow in inquiry.

Jiang Chu suddenly unbuckled his seatbelt, turned around abruptly, and knelt on one knee on the wide, soft leather seat.

Then she leaned over and pressed herself against him.

The thin blue striped shirt stretched taut instantly as the girl's body was stretched to its limit.

Jiang Chu was practically half-lying on the man next to her.

One hand rested on the leather seat beside him, the other across his broad chest—

Xie Jing was also stunned.

The scent emanating from the other person, a blend of the sweetness of shower gel and a faint body fragrance, forcefully entered his breath.

Because the distance suddenly closed, the girl's supple waist was right next to him, and he could touch it by simply raising his arm.

And those two round mounds, with her movements, were just a hair's breadth away from brushing against his muscular upper arms.

Xie Jing, who had been casually leaning back in his chair, suddenly stiffened into a rock as the other person approached.

He could clearly feel the heat emanating from her as she leaned forward, and he could even hear her slightly heavier, shallow breathing as she struggled with the posture.

From his current perspective, if he lowered his eyes even slightly, his gaze would inevitably follow her slender neck and brush past her slightly open neckline.

Then I glimpsed a dazzling white exudate rising and falling with each breath.

The man's fingers, which had been casually resting on his knees, suddenly tightened, his knuckles turning white, and several blue veins bulging on the back of his hand.

In the confined carriage, one could faintly hear the sound of breathing gradually becoming heavier.

A dangerous ripple of light surged in Xie Jing's deep, dark eyes, which were as deep as a dark lake.

He didn't move at all.

The beast within him, a symbol of control and instinct, was being provoked by the girl's reckless teasing, and was about to break free of its cage.

The anger that I had managed to suppress after watching the video is now surging back in a more ferocious and direct manner, rushing straight to my limbs and bones.

He even had to exert great restraint to avoid grabbing her slender waist and pressing her directly onto the seat.

"Click."

A very crisp metallic snapping sound.

Jiang Chuli deftly fastened the seatbelt into the slot.

She then quickly stepped back, slowly and obediently sat back in her seat, and refastened her seatbelt.

Xie Jing turned to look at her.

The audacious little vixen who had been practically clinging to him had vanished in an instant.

The girl straightened her clothes, looked up, blinked her wet eyes, and looked at him with an extremely innocent yet matter-of-fact expression.

"I discovered—"

Her voice, still slightly breathless from her earlier movements, was as soft and sweet as a feather, gently brushing against his tense nerves.

"You're not wearing your seatbelt either, Mr. Xie."

Xie Jing: "..."

He looked at the girl's slightly reddened earlobes and softly replied, "Then I should thank you."

Jiang Chu blinked. "Likewise?"

Xie Jing didn't say anything, but just stared at her for a few seconds.

His gaze, focused yet unhurried, slid from her eyebrows and eyes to the tip of her nose, and then to her lips.

It's like examining a fine work of art, where every inch of the curve must be clearly seen.

She must have taken a shower; her hair was still slightly damp, and she had casually tied it into a low ponytail, with a few unruly strands of hair sticking to her slightly damp cheeks.

Because she had walked too fast before getting on the bus, the thin blush on her cheeks hadn't completely faded, and her lips were naturally glistening with moisture.

She was clean and tidy, like a gardenia that had just been pulled out of the water.

Xie Jing turned his head. "Have you eaten?"

Jiang Chu nodded vigorously, "I ate. I ate in the cafeteria."

"The cafeteria?" He raised an eyebrow slightly. "What do they serve?"

"...Three dishes and a soup?"

Jiang Chu wasn't sure if he was just chatting idly, but since he seemed interested, she didn't mind saying a few more words and seriously recited the names of the dishes.

Xie Jing looked at her. "Are you full?"

"More or less," Jiang Chu suddenly understood, "You mean... you want to invite me to dinner?"

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly. "Looks like it's not the right time?"

"Well," Jiang Chu bit her lip, "I can have something sweet too. Anyway, I didn't eat any staple food, so I'm not particularly full."

Xie Jing was a little surprised. "Why?"

Jiang Chu was a little embarrassed, "Because I wanted to eat a few more bites of vegetables, I would get full very quickly if I ate staple food."

Xie Jing paused for two seconds, then asked, "What kind of sweets do you like?"

Without hesitation, Jiang Chu answered, "Smoothie!"

"Let me guess," Xie Jing looked at her, "cake is easy to get tired of, you get full after just a couple of bites, right?"

Jiang Chu nodded obediently, "You're really smart."

Moreover, this thing is relatively lower in calories.

However, she will definitely be doing extra training tonight, so she doesn't mind consuming some more sugar and fat.

After all, the opportunity to have dinner with Xie Jing is very precious.

Jiang Chu: "Actually, anything that's cold is fine."

"Okay." The man slightly raised the corners of his mouth and tapped the back of the driver's seat with his hand. "Old Cheng, Le Rêve."

"Yes, Chairman."

The driver said in a low voice.

Jiang Chu didn't hear the word clearly at all, only that it might be French—or Italian?

She blinked blankly, her mind racing but still couldn't make sense of it. She could only sit there obediently, her fingers unconsciously tugging at the seatbelt.

"Le Rêve's signature dish is white truffle ice cream served with cherries soaked in Burgundy red wine."

Xie Jing turned his head, his gaze sliding from her earlobe to the lingering blush on her cheeks, his voice so low it seemed he was speaking only to her.

"You really should eat some ice."

Why?

"Your face is too red," he said. "It needs to cool down."

Jiang Chu: "…………"