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

The two wealthy business school students following behind Gu Yuanzhe were also shocked the moment they saw Jiang Chu. Their previously carefree attitude instantly disappeared.

One of the boys nervously stuffed the car keys in his pocket and stood up abruptly.

"Hello, Miss Jiang."

Jiang Chu turned her head slightly, looking at the senior in front of her whose name she couldn't even recall, "...Hello, have we met before?"

"No, no, no, I'm Gu Yuanzhe, you can just call me Xiao Gu!"

Gu Yuanzhe even had a bit of cold sweat on his forehead.

God knows what he overheard at his dad's dinner party that night.

His father, half-drunk, grabbed his hand and sternly warned: "At Peking University, you can mess with anyone, but you must show respect to that Miss Jiang!"

Even if she slaps you, you should still ask her if her hand hurts.

Xie Jing never deliberately hid this relationship. The several times he made high-profile appearances with Jiang Chu were all to show the industry one thing.

This is the person he cherishes most.

Moreover, after Xie Qingyang was taken away on the spot for his involvement in the case, Tianyu Group not only remained silent, but news soon circulated in the industry that the chairman was engaged.

"Miss Jiang."

Gu Yuanzhe bowed and scraped, forcing a fawning smile onto his handsome face.

"Our family company has recently taken on several performance projects at the National Centre for the Performing Arts. My dad said that if you need anything, we're ready to fully cooperate. We'll cover all the publicity and venue costs. What do you think…?"

Gu Yuanzhe bent over, trying his best to show his family's sincerity in front of Jiang Chu.

"Thank you, but I don't have any performances scheduled recently. However, we might have the opportunity to collaborate in the future."

Jiang Chu said calmly.

Gu Yuanzhe suppressed the urge to smile and repeatedly said, "I understand, I understand. Studies come first, and the final exams are important."

Seeing that Gu Yuanzhe had already given the go-ahead, the other two rich second-generation business school students following behind him could no longer sit still.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make a good impression. If I can leave a good impression on the future Heavenly Empress, I might be able to get my old man moved up a few places in the group's list of partners.

The guy on the left with a buzz cut and dressed in high-end fashion brands quickly stepped forward, forcing a fawning smile on his face.

"Ms. Jiang, I'm Lu Hang, a senior in the business school. I've heard that you're quite interested in Chinese aesthetics and classical art. Our family recently opened a private art museum in the suburbs of Beijing, which houses several fragments of silk scrolls from the Tang and Song dynasties, as well as a few antique dance and music figurines from previous dynasties. If you're interested, just let me know, and I'll have the place cleared so I can accompany you and... Chairman Xie to appreciate them."

He meant to say "I'll go with you," but before he could finish, his survival instinct kicked in and he added another person to the list.

"What's so special about your art museum?"

The boy on the right, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked refined, was not to be outdone and subtly pushed his companion.

"Miss Jiang, I'm Zhou Zi'ang. My father told me that Tianyu's new energy fund is currently inspecting battery assembly lines in Central China, and our Zhou's Group happens to be one of the largest battery cell suppliers in Central China. My father and I have been looking for an opportunity to visit Tianyu's headquarters, and it's a great honor to meet you in the third canteen today. This is my business card. If you encounter any inconvenience at school, or need a car for transportation, our Zhou family has several high-end car dealerships in Beijing, ready to serve you anytime."

Zhou Ziang presented a pure black metal business card with both hands, bowing very low.

The cafeteria was bustling with people, and many students who passed by craned their necks to look in this direction.

These three are usually the type to act arrogantly, with their sports cars roaring and their entourages always around. When have they ever been so humble and subservient to anyone?

Now, they stood around Jiang Chu's dining table like three eunuchs vying for favor, deliberately speaking in soft, gentle tones, as if afraid of saying something too harsh and upsetting this young lady.

Jiang Chu looked at the business card handed to her but did not reach out to take it.

She remained composed. "Thank you both for your kindness. I'll remember it."

This statement did not offer any actual promise or opportunity for cooperation, but the two men still showed expressions of ecstasy.

"Please enjoy your meal, Miss Jiang. We won't disturb you any longer."

The three men left quickly.

A deathly silence fell over the dining table.

Zhou Xiaowen dropped her chopsticks into the plate without even noticing.

Li Yue and Liu Yuanyuan's mouths were slightly open, their eyes wide open, staring intently at Jiang Chu.

If Jiang Chu's words were an abstract joke to them, then the almost obsequious flattery and fawning of those people was a resounding slap in the face.

That's Gu Yuanzhe.

A person who drives a multi-million dollar sports car at school, and even the dean has to exchange pleasantries with him.

In front of Jiang Chu, he was as humble as an intern on his first day of work, terrified of being fired.

"Jiang... Jiang Chu."

Li Yue's voice completely changed, becoming dry, trembling, and even tinged with panic, "What you just said... is it true?"

"Are you really... going to marry the chairman of Tianyu?"

Liu Yuanyuan replied, her voice so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, her expression extremely complex.

Jiang Chu remained calm. "I already said that."

Zhou Xiaowen's face was deathly pale as she gripped the corner of the table tightly, her mind a complete mess.

Jiang Chu wasn't bragging.

Unless she hires those three people to act—

But why should they be willing?

Is it just because she's pretty?

"Miss Jiang."

An elegant and gentle female voice rang out.

The person who arrived was wearing a black and white houndstooth cashmere coat with an extremely clean cut and the belt was cinched very tightly at the waist.

She wore no jewelry, only a low-key Patek Philippe on her wrist, exuding an air of haughtiness cultivated by a noble family.

Zhou Xiaowen secretly gasped.

She is a graduate student at Peking University, and I had seen her photo before.

...Qin Qingwu.

The Qin family has deep roots in Beijing, with extensive connections in cultural and political circles. Qin Qingwu's grandfather was a national-level piano master.

In the circle of wealthy second-generation students at Peking University, Qin Qingwu was considered a legitimate heiress from a prominent family.

She rarely participates in school social activities, is aloof and arrogant, and is known for being a loner.

Xie Qingyang had previously invited her to parties, but she had declined them all, citing her studies as the reason.

Upon seeing Qin Qingwu, Li Yue and Liu Yuanyuan even subconsciously straightened their backs, their eyes filled with awe.

To their surprise, Qin Qingwu walked to the table, and her originally cold expression softened slightly, revealing a very gentle smile.

"Senior Sister Qin."

When Jiang Chu saw her, he put down his cup and even pulled out the empty chair next to him.

"No need, I just finished class and saw you outside the window, so I came to say hello."

Qin Qingwu stood naturally by the table, holding several heavy German scores in her hands. She looked down at Jiang Chu, her tone familiar and gentle.

"Grandpa was talking about you at the tea party at Yuquan Mountain last week. He said the ancient tree tea that Chairman Xie sent over last week was excellent, but what's even more remarkable is your tea-brewing skill. Grandpa would like to invite you over for a visit and hear your thoughts on the guqin accompaniment for a few dance pieces. I wonder if Chairman Xie would be willing to let you go?"

The three people beside them didn't dare to breathe.

Yuquan Mountain Tea Party.

Old Master Qin.

The tea was personally delivered by Chairman Xie.

Jiang Chu has not only rightfully integrated into Xie Jing's top social circle, but even the aloof and arrogant Qin family has come to regard her as the true chairman's wife.

"Mr. Qin, you flatter me. As long as he doesn't mind my clumsy technique, that's fine." Jiang Chu smiled lightly. "After the exam, we will definitely visit Mr. Qin."

"Alright, then I'll go back and report to Grandpa."

Qin Qingwu smiled and then politely nodded to Li Yue and the others at the table, her posture impeccable.

Then she left too.

"..."

Looking at Jiang Chu, Zhou Xiaowen felt all her strength drained away.

She wasn't exaggerating.

She was really about to become the mistress of a super conglomerate that controlled the lifeline of capital in Beijing.

And that's not even the most important thing.

"neat--"

Zhou Xiaowen hurriedly spoke up, "I want to apologize to you for what happened with Wei Jing before..."

"No need," Jiang Chu interrupted her. "You don't actually think you did anything wrong; you're just afraid of offending me."