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

Xie Jing paused, "..."

Jiang Chu struggled a couple of times, pulling slightly away from his embrace, and looked up at him, "Isn't that right!"

The man sighed softly, "Not entirely. You know, their family has been trying to harm me for a long time—"

"You could also dodge first and then punch him," Jiang Chu said quietly. "Although I know you react quickly, I don't think you're the kind of person who has to show off in a moment like this."

Xie Jing remained silent for a moment.

He didn't tell the truth at first because he didn't want his fiancée to feel guilty or have any other thoughts.

"Chu Chu," he pinched Jiang Chu's chin, "I love you, so my instinct is to not want you to face danger."

Xie Jing paused, "Besides, I know you would do the same for me... although I don't want you to."

"I knew it," Jiang Chu puffed out her cheeks. "Actually, what I wanted to say was that this guy surnamed Lei isn't exactly a trained fighter. You could dodge it, but I'm further back, so I have more reaction time. I can dodge it too, and that's enough time for the bodyguards to get here. Just trust me, okay?"

Xie Jing remained noncommittal, "That was just a fleeting moment; I can't think about it that much."

Seeing that the girl in his arms still wanted to speak, he couldn't help but say again, "Besides, I'm confident that I won't let you become the unlucky girl abandoned by someone with amnesia and mental disability."

Jiang Chu: "…………"

Jiang Chu laughed out loud.

-

The ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

The electrocardiogram monitor emitted a regular beeping sound.

Xie Qingyang opened his eyes.

"woke up?"

In a corner of the ward, an officer in a dark blue uniform stood up and opened his notebook.

She struggled to sit up, but found her body limp and she didn't even have the strength to lift her arms.

"Madam, I advise you not to move around."

The investigators spoke coldly, "Last night in the interrogation room, you experienced aortic dissection warning signs, an acute spike in blood pressure that led to myocardial ischemia and fainting. This condition carries a very high risk of sudden death."

Xie Qingyang's eyelids twitched violently, and his lips trembled as he said, "You...you're trying to scare me..."

"Your echocardiogram and CTA images have been released, showing aneurysmal dilation at the aortic root with severe regurgitation—your heart condition is very poor. Even a sudden outburst of anger or emotional outburst could lead to a complete rupture of the blood vessel and sudden death."

The investigators placed the official medical certificate on the cabinet next to them.

"Given your special physical condition, we will take coercive measures against you, alternating between residential surveillance and criminal detention. You will be under our 24-hour shifts in this isolation ward. Once your condition stabilizes somewhat, you will still be transferred to a detention center for further investigation."

Xie Qingyang was stunned.

She always felt that her condition wasn't that serious and that Xie Jing was lying to her.

but--

Isn't this simply her own unwillingness to accept the truth?

"My funds..." Xie Qingyang swallowed weakly, his voice hoarse, "My overseas trusts..."

"Everything has been frozen."

The investigators said calmly, "This includes all the offshore clearing accounts under your name that you attempted to transfer funds into China. Legally speaking, you currently do not have any freely disposable, legitimate liquid funds in your name."

"No—" Xie Qingyang clenched his fists, "How am I supposed to contact a lawyer like this?!"

"This is a backup of your phone's contact information," the investigator said, handing over a document. "You can use the landline here to contact your family, or a third party to pay your medical expenses or appoint a defense lawyer."

The investigator paused for a moment, then said, "Watch your words. The entire call will be recorded and monitored. All conversations will be recorded as judicial records. Any form of collusion, concealment of assets, or threats against witnesses is strictly prohibited."

Xie Qingyang gritted her teeth and dialed the numbers of several uncles from the Xie family's collateral branches, as well as directors who usually flattered and fawned over her.

however--

The first one rejected.

The second one rang for a long time without responding.

The third call connected, but the other person spoke as if avoiding a plague as soon as they heard her voice.

"Qingyang, Tianyu's compliance department already issued a notice, and the chairman has also said that you have no connection with the Xie family. We insignificant people really can't afford to get involved. Don't call again!"

The call was abruptly ended.

Xie Qingyang's chest heaved rapidly.

Those Xie family members are such opportunists! They fawn over her and call her "Young Miss" all day long, but when it really matters, they're the first to run away!

She found the Lei family's phone number.

Several phone numbers in a row have been suspended.

Xie Qingyang was practically suffocating.

and many more.

There is another family.

—The Qiu family.

In Xie Qingyang's subconscious, the Qiu family was an extremely awkward and obscure presence.

She was not aware of the relationship between her mother and Xie Jing before, and only thought that they had a brief affair.

However, Qiu Yuan is not from a wealthy family. Although she has some money, her father is a bodyguard and her ex-husband is a nouveau riche.

This matter has always made her uncomfortable.

Therefore, she also stopped associating with the Qiu family.

Some members of the Qiu family live in the United States, while others live in Beijing, but in Xie Qingyang's eyes, they are all poor relatives who cannot climb the social ladder of the Xie family.

She pretended not to know they were there, afraid that these poor bastards would try to take advantage of her, the young lady of the Heavenly Palace.

But now...

They are Qiu Yuan's relatives, after all! Blood is thicker than water! If they are willing to step in and help her pay her medical expenses and hire a lawyer, there might still be a glimmer of hope for her!

Xie Qingyang found a number and dialed it with trembling hands.

"Feed? Who?"

A middle-aged man's steady and polite voice came from the other end of the phone, with elegant classical symphonic music from upscale venues playing in the background.

"uncle!"

Xie Qingyang felt as if she had grasped at a straw, and instantly burst into tears.

"I am Qingyang! I am Qiu Yuan's daughter, your own niece!"

Xie Qingyang cried, "Xie Jing has ruined me! He froze all my assets. I'm penniless in the hospital now, and I can't even afford a lawyer. Please, please help me! For my mother's sake!"

The other person didn't say anything.

Xie Qingyang, panting heavily, said, "Uncle, don't hang up. I'm not a liar. I've read my mother's diary. She always thought about you before she passed away. She said that back in Beijing, you were her closest cousin! She had a lot of photos of you on her computer, like a family photo of you, your aunt, and your older cousin taken at Xihai Forest Park!"

Xie Qingyang became more and more emotional as she spoke, "Over the years, I've often looked at those photos! Uncle, you're the closest person to me! I often dream about you!"

The photos are real.

She had indeed seen it.

however--

She had only seen it once or twice, and vaguely remembered that there was a man in a white shirt with a kind and gentle demeanor.

What does it look like exactly?

She never really remembered it.

Moreover, in Qiu Yuan's diary, she only wrote that she disliked her relatives in the Qiu family, saying that they were poor, shallow, and unworthy of respect.

I even wish they were dead.

Xie Qingyang hadn't fully understood before that only they were enemies, but now she roughly understood what her mother meant.

—If those people are dead, no one will steal Qiu Yuan's property, and Qiu Yuan won't have to wrong her daughter by making her recognize a thief as her father.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Qingyang," the man asked calmly on the phone, "do you really look at those photos often?"

"Really! I swear!" Xie Qingyang exclaimed eagerly, "I check every week! I've always wanted to see you all, and I was even thinking that once I made money, I'd buy you mansions and luxury cars—"

The man sighed.

"Clear, do you know where I work?"

Xie Qingyang was taken aback. "You...you work at a car company in Beijing."

"I am the Director of High-End Customer Service and Private Customization for Ferrari North China."

The man said calmly.

"Chairman Xie of Tianyu Group is one of our biggest clients. Over the years, he has bought several limited-edition supercars from me."

Xie Qingyang opened her eyes wide.

"Two months ago," the man said in a light tone, "Chairman Xie bought Ms. Jiang an SF90. I went to his villa to deliver the car and met you there. You glanced at my name tag and called me Director Qiu. Moreover, that should have been our third meeting, because your 488 quota was also submitted through me."

Xie Qingyang's face was pale.

"In our line of work, we have to maintain a good image," he said slowly. "I believe that apart from a few more wrinkles, I shouldn't look much different from photos from more than ten years ago."