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

three days later.

Inside the special suites of the state guesthouse.

Jiang Chu stood in front of a full-length mirror, where two stylists dressed in Zhongshan suits, their expressions meticulous, were making final adjustments to her appearance.

Unlike the custom-made dresses worn for business dinners in the past.

Today she wore a new Chinese-style dark green satin cheongsam with gold brocade, which was personally modified by a master of intangible cultural heritage.

There is no large area of ​​exposed skin; the high collar and Chinese knot buttons create a smooth and elegant silhouette.

Her hair was meticulously tied up, adorned only with a translucent imperial green jade hairpin, like a dark orchid blooming silently in late autumn.

Dignified, noble, and extremely elegant.

"Miss Jiang, please take a deep breath."

The stylist spoke very softly, gently smoothing out the tiny wrinkles on her shoulders, "Your attire is very appropriate."

Jiang Chu looked at herself in the mirror, but her fingertips felt slightly cold.

This wasn't her first time attending an important banquet, but this time was different.

The armed police sentries outside the gate, the stringent security checks everywhere, and the unique solemnity and reverence permeating the air—

They are all exerting heavy pressure invisibly.

She was going to meet not only Tianyu Group's partners, but also some faces she had only seen in the news.

And leaders and high-ranking diplomats from several European countries.

The suite's intricately carved wooden door was gently pushed open.

Xie Jing walked in.

Today he wore a very formal black tailored suit, with a Windsor knot tie tied perfectly, and a gold badge representing national honor pinned to the left lapel.

His already tall and upright figure appeared even more majestic, like a pine tree, accentuated by this formal attire.

The oppressive feeling of being in a superior position all year round was also amplified infinitely.

The moment he saw Jiang Chu, a hint of obvious amazement flashed across the man's deep eyes.

He strode up behind her and gently placed his large, warm hand on the back of her slightly cool hand.

Xie Jing lowered his head slightly. "Nervous?"

Jiang Chu looked at him through the mirror and let out a soft breath. "A little, you could say. After all... these aren't just your business partners anymore."

"Don't be afraid."

Xie Jing chuckled softly, his warm fingertips gently caressing the back of her hand, transferring warmth to her continuously.

"This is a signing ceremony representing the government's will and a formal state banquet. All the media present are official newspapers that have been reviewed by higher authorities and have the strictest requirements. They have clear filming tasks and extremely strict political discipline. Their cameras will only capture solemn and dignified moments."

Xie Jing kissed the tip of her ear.

"No one would deliberately find an angle to capture a moment when you make a fool of yourself, or wait for hours just to post a picture of you looking embarrassed. That's not going to happen."

“…………”

Jiang Chu was speechless.

Xie Jing smiled, "Today's main characters are Tianyu and the European Semiconductor Alliance. You just need to stand next to me and, as the hostess of Tianyu, accept their greetings."

He straightened up, slightly bent his right arm, and his deep black eyes were filled with unreserved favor and trust.

"Let's go, my fiancée."

Seeing his composed demeanor, as if he could hold up the sky with one hand even if it collapsed, the tension in Jiang Chu's heart caused by the unfamiliar environment miraculously dissipated little by little.

She smiled and gracefully took his arm: "Okay."

7 PM, in the signing hall.

The hall has a high dome, and a huge traditional Chinese landscape painting stretches across the front. On both sides of the red carpet, flashbulbs from media outlets from various countries have been set up densely, and countless cameras are aimed at the long table in the center of the hall.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became extremely solemn.

Jiang Chu followed Xie Jing into the hall.

In that instant, countless flashes went off.

She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and stood in the family seats a step behind Xie Jing with an extremely standard and elegant posture.

In the center of the spotlight, Xie Jing sat calmly opposite the representative of a European semiconductor giant.

The pen glided across the gold-embossed contract text, producing a hoarse yet powerful scratching sound.

"Whoosh—"

The moment the two finished signing and stood up to shake hands, the entire audience erupted in thunderous and prolonged applause.

Jiang Chu's heart skipped a beat as she looked at Xie Jing, who was standing at the center of the flashing lights, speaking fluent German with the other party.

At that very moment, as if by telepathy, amidst a flurry of flashing lights and the throngs of Chinese and foreign dignitaries—

Xie Jing turned his head slightly, his deep gaze piercing through the crowd and landing precisely on Jiang Chu.

A subtle, gentle smile played at the corners of his lips.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he nodded slightly to her.

"..."

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At the same time, in a bustling residential area outside the Second Ring Road of Haicheng.

On the top floor of a villa, Chen Qingxue was preparing dinner.

"Mom, I want to watch cartoons! They're about to start!"

Ten-year-old Wang Xiaobo banged his bowl with chopsticks while shouting loudly.

"Why are you watching cartoons? I want to watch a ball game. Go away, go eat your food."

The husband, Wang Jian, was holding his rice bowl, his eyes fixed on the television, and he reached for the remote control.

"I want to watch TV dramas!"

Eight-year-old Wang Xiaomin also joined in the commotion.

Chen Qingxue glared at the brother and sister, her face dark. "That's enough!"

Ignoring her husband's and children's complaints, she snatched the remote control and, amidst their protests, resolutely switched the channel to financial news.

Wang Jian frowned. "What's so interesting about this?"

Chen Qingxue didn't say anything, she just stared intently at the TV screen.

The scene shifts, and the host announces in a clear and articulate voice:

"...This evening, a grand signing ceremony for the China-EU strategic cooperation agreement on new energy and semiconductors was held. Leaders from my country and many European countries attended the signing ceremony..."

The camera zooms in, cutting to the long table at the signing ceremony.

The young man who signed on behalf of the Chinese company was dressed in a sharp dark suit. His profile was deep and sculpted, and his expression was calm and aloof. His every move exuded a suffocating sense of nobility and oppression.

Wang Jian was drinking beer and complaining, but as soon as he saw the people on TV, he instantly acted like a professional, putting on an air of being knowledgeable and pontificating.

His chopsticks made a virtual tapping motion in the air.

"Tsk tsk, look at him, this is the head of Tianyu Group. He's a true leader of a trillion-dollar conglomerate, only in his thirties, yet he's already become the leading representative for key national strategic projects. In ancient times, someone like that would be an incredibly wealthy, powerful merchant. Look at how these foreign guests treat him with utmost respect. With a wave of his hand, the entire business world trembles; he's incredibly powerful!"

The two children next to him looked bored.

Chen Qingxue felt a little suffocated.

She didn't listen to her husband's eloquent speech, her eyes glued to the screen.

After the signing ceremony concluded, the camera cut to the entrance passage to the state banquet hall.

On the red carpet, Xie Jing slightly bent his right arm, and beside him, a slender, fair hand gently linked with his arm.

The camera slowly pulls back, giving a two-second close-up panoramic shot.

The woman arm in arm with Xie Jing wore a dark green and gold-embroidered modern Chinese-style cheongsam. Her dark hair was tied up, and her gait was elegant and graceful. Her temperament was dignified and noble, just like a noble lady from an ancient painting.

Surrounded by flashing lights, the man turned his head slightly and smiled at Xie Jing.

"Clatter".

The chopsticks in Chen Qingxue's hand fell silently onto the table.