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

Jiang Chu felt an itch on her neck from his rubbing, and reached out to push up the frame of his glasses. "Chairman Xie, you look like a beast in human clothing, dressed like a hooligan."

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow, took off his glasses, and threw them on the table.

Without the lenses to conceal it, the possessiveness in those dark, deep eyes was undisguised, burning so intensely it almost melted one's heart.

"Then let me show you... something even more beastly."

He lowered his head and precisely covered her soft, delicate red lips with his own.

Jiang Chu didn't dodge; instead, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and tilted her head back to passionately respond to the kiss.

She was held in Xie Jing's arms, almost embedded in the man's broad chest, their lips and teeth exchanging hot and lingering breaths.

Xie Jing only bit her lower lip once, then chuckled and released her when his fiancée was a little out of breath.

"Stop fooling around, you still have work to do."

Jiang Chu's face was flushed, and she was slightly out of breath as she reached out to straighten the hem of her clothes, which had been crumpled and disheveled.

Xie Jing rested his chin on her shoulder, his strong arms still tightly wrapped around her waist, his voice slightly hoarse from their earlier intimacy.

"Your winter break is coming up soon, what are your plans? Or where would you like to go?"

Jiang Chu gently pinched the hard flesh on his arm with her fingernail. "Nothing much, just training, studying, and the Yu family's jewelry exhibition..."

"That's perfect," Xie Jing turned his head and kissed her cheek. "I'm going to handle an energy fund acquisition deal the week after next. I'll take you to Iceland on the way to see Grandma."

Jiang Chu's eyes lit up.

She knew that Xie Jing's maternal grandfather had passed away, but her maternal grandmother was still alive.

Jiang Chu: "Is Sigrid there? Will we be able to see her then?"

Xie Jing: "..."

His hand tightened around her waist involuntarily, and he raised an eyebrow with a hint of jealousy: "You're still thinking about her that much?"

Jiang Chu was taken aback, turned her head and looked at his displeased handsome face, and immediately burst out laughing.

She cupped his face in her hands, kneading it as she teased him, "Good heavens, Chairman, are you jealous? That's your mother!"

Xie Jing stared at her with his dark, deep eyes.

"...Besides," Jiang Chu puffed out her cheeks, "I idolize her, okay?"

Xie Jing narrowed his eyes. "And what about me?"

"you……"

Jiang Chu blinked, about to say something to annoy him, but then felt that he looked very dangerous. Under the control of her survival instinct, she slowly moved closer.

"You are my husband."

She kissed the man's cheek as she spoke.

Xie Jing looked down at his fiancée in his arms, then suddenly grabbed the back of her head with his large hand and kissed her again, stealing her breath.

This kiss was much fiercer and more domineering than the previous one, with a hint of punishment.

He even deliberately used his fingertips to gently massage her delicate waist, causing Jiang Chu to tremble all over, yet she was unable to move due to the pressure of his heavy body.

"Hmm...that's enough..."

Jiang Chu's face flushed red from the kisses, and tears welled up in her eyes. She patted his broad shoulders intermittently, begging for mercy.

Only after he had completely bullied his fiancée until she was so weak that her bones were melting and she could only lie limply in his arms, panting, did the man slowly raise his head.

He ran his thumb across her swollen, moist lips. "She was probably at home then, but we won't stay long; we have other plans later."

Jiang Chu leaned against his chest, "Am I going to have to meet with all sorts of ladies again?"

"Hmm, and perhaps the Queen as well."

"..."

-

After the New Year's Day holiday, Jiang Chu began preparing for all sorts of random end-of-term projects.

In contrast, Kyoto University's winter break started relatively early, so all sorts of assignments and exams piled up in mid-to-late January.

The temperature is even dropping.

The air felt like frozen ice, mixed with the occasional sharp gust of wind that swept across the bare branches.

"Jiang Chu, how many words have you written for your report on the fusion of music and dance?"

On the fifth floor of the library, the underfloor heating made people drowsy, but almost all the students gathered around the table had dark circles under their eyes.

Jiang Chu looked at the laptop screen. "It just reached 10,000 words. The annotations and literature search are still being checked."

"Ten thousand words..." The classmate next to me groaned and collapsed onto the table. "You wrote so fast! I only wrote five thousand words, and I still have to prepare for the history of thought exam tomorrow. Good heavens, why do art students have to memorize so many theological and philosophical theories?"

Jiang Chu sighed, "On the bright side, there are many more majors that have even more closed-book exams than ours."

The dance department of a top university like Kyoto University has high requirements for academic subjects and theoretical research. In addition to the performance, they also have many other tasks.

"I can't go anymore, I need to go to the cafeteria." The girl at the next table rubbed her temples. "Want to come together?"

Jiang Chu was about to say that he wasn't very hungry, but when he checked the time, he silently stood up as well.

If we don't eat, someone will be unhappy again tonight.

...She also needs to take a picture of her lunch to prove it.

Ten minutes later.

Jiang Chu squeezed through the chaotic crowd, carrying a small bowl of pork rib soup and a small portion of stir-fried yam, and found a seat by the window in a corner.

She took a picture and sent it to her fiancé to indicate that she had started cooking for herself.

"Jiang Chu?"

Jiang Chu looked up and saw three familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar faces.

...They were my roommates whom I hadn't seen in a long time.

All four of them are from the art college, but their majors are not exactly the same, so they can't always attend classes together.

However, the three of them probably came from the dormitory, so they were all together.

Jiang Chu had stopped living in the dormitory long ago, so she hardly ever interacted with them.

"It really is you." Li Yue said, carrying a tray. "Can we sit here? There are almost no seats left."

Jiang Chu nodded, "Sure."

Li Yue and Liu Yuanyuan immediately sat down, while Zhou Xiaowen hesitated for two seconds before biting her lip and sitting on the outermost side.

"Um... Chuchu, you won a special prize in the international competition before," Liu Yuanyuan said with a smile, "Congratulations!"

"Thanks."

Zhou Xiaowen didn't say anything, but she couldn't help looking at Jiang Chu's clothes. She looked for a long time but couldn't figure out the brand, but she had a feeling that it wasn't cheap.

Li Yue and Liu Yuanyuan chatted casually about the end of the semester, complaining about how demanding the teachers were.

"...By the way, Jiang Chu, has something happened to Wei Jing's family?"

Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, Zhou Xiaowen asked, "I heard that his parents got into trouble and are in jail? Is that true?"

The other two also looked over.

Wei Jing was quite well-known at Peking University, after all, he was indeed outstanding in appearance, had excellent grades, came from a wealthy family, and drove a Porsche.

If you don't pay attention to these things, that's fine, but if you have a bit of a gossip about campus figures, you'll basically know about this character.

Jiang Chu knew Zhou Xiaowen was well-informed, so she wasn't surprised to hear this. "It's fake. The trial hasn't even started yet."

Zhou Xiaowen was taken aback.

"For those kinds of economic crimes, the judicial process is very slow. Just the asset penetration and cash flow audit alone can take several months. It may not even be possible to get a first trial after the Spring Festival."

Jiang Chu wiped her mouth with a tissue. "However, the chain of evidence is already closed, and she'll be going to jail sooner or later."

The other three looked at her in shock.