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

Half an hour later, the black bulletproof custom car came to a steady stop beside a quiet sycamore-lined avenue.

"Le Rêve" doesn't have a luxurious or eye-catching signboard; it's just an independent European-style villa hidden behind a bustling commercial district.

But from the moment they stepped out of the car, from the doorman in his haute couture tuxedo to the foreign restaurant manager who personally came out to greet them, everything about the place exuded elegance.

The two were led directly to a semi-open private room on the second floor with the best view and the highest level of privacy.

Xie Jing had been busy working all day and hadn't eaten properly at noon, so his stomach was empty.

He ordered a large portion of M9 Wagyu beef tenderloin with black truffle sauce, as well as several French appetizers, including pan-fried foie gras with fig sauce, grilled escargot with cheese, creamy mushroom scallops, and buttered mashed potatoes.

The man gracefully sliced ​​the beef on his plate.

In front of Jiang Chu was the legendary signature dessert, laid out neatly.

The head chef personally pushed the food cart over, wearing white gloves, and used a special grater to shave a top-quality Alba white truffle, exuding a unique and rich aroma, onto the top of the ice cream like snowflakes.

Dark red Burgundy wine-soaked cherries are arranged on the side, and a thin layer of shimmering edible gold leaf is also placed on top.

Jiang Chu had heard that white truffles had an exorbitant market price, calculated by the gram.

Moreover, judging from the grand scale of the service, one could guess that this small bowl of ice cream probably costs the equivalent of several months' wages for an average person.

She carefully scooped up a small spoonful and put it in her mouth.

The rich, creamy texture of premium ice cream is blended with the indescribable, earthy, and nutty aroma of white truffles.

The addition of the sweet and sour, slightly astringent flavors of the red wine-soaked cherries creates an explosion of taste on the palate.

Jiang Chu's eyes lit up immediately.

She wasn't exactly a die-hard dessert lover, but she had tried quite a few kinds, yet she had never tasted a dessert with such rich layers and such a luxurious texture!

The girl's cheeks puffed out slightly, like a little hamster, as she focused and contentedly savored this five-figure sweet treat.

Xie Jing cut off the last piece of beef, swallowed it slowly, and elegantly wiped his lips with a pure white napkin.

His gaze swept across the table and landed on the girl across from him, who was eating with a satisfied expression.

She kept her head down, and as she picked up the spoon, the collar of her thin blue striped shirt opened slightly.

A small portion of her fair and delicate neck was exposed, revealing the clearly defined lines of her collarbone.

Her lips, like flower petals, were moist and lustrous, gleaming with an alluring sheen.

"You danced quite well."

The man's deep, mellow voice rang out without warning.

Jiang Chu, who was holding half a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth, froze upon hearing this. "Huh?"

It took her a few seconds to realize that the other person was probably referring to the video.

Jiang Chu: "...You've seen it?"

Xie Jing picked up the glass of ice water beside him and took a sip, his deep gaze still fixed on her face, his unfathomable eyes reflecting the dim, ambiguous light in the private room.

His long, slender fingers gripped the glass, his fingertips tracing the condensed water droplets on it. His tone was calm, yet it carried an overwhelming sense of aggression.

"Yes," he said, looking at her dazed expression, a barely perceptible curve appearing on his thin lips, "very beautiful."

The man's deep voice uttered those three words with a lingering tenderness.

Hearing it, it felt as if it carried a tiny electric current.

Jiang Chu's ears burned, and the fingers holding the silver spoon twitched slightly.

After a brief moment of surprise, she boldly raised her eyes, her shimmering eyes meeting the man's gaze, and tentatively cast a hook, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"If Mr. Xie likes it... I can dance whatever you want to see in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the private room seemed to rise in temperature.

Jiang Chu belatedly realized that the implication was far too strong, as if it were an advertisement for some shady private service.

Actually, what she really meant was to talk about dancing.

Thinking about this, Jiang Chu realized she had spoken without thinking, and her cheeks flushed instantly. She was about to say something to make amends.

Xie Jing chuckled softly.

The laugh was very short, carrying the air of a superior's effortless mockery.

"Really?" He casually twirled the glass with his long, slender fingers. "A renowned beauty from Kyoto University can't just dance for anyone, can she?"

Jiang Chu, stumped by his words, couldn't help but puff out her cheeks, "This isn't something you can just do casually. The earrings you gave me this morning alone are worth more than the appearance fees of many big stars..."

Xie Jing's gaze deepened slightly, lingering for a second on her full, moist lips, his tone carrying a hint of intriguing meaning:

"If this little bit of money can buy you a performance, then it's definitely a good deal."

Jiang Chu's heart skipped a beat, and she was completely speechless.

She simply lowered her head and focused on the expensive white truffle ice cream in front of her.

But as she ate, her movements became slower and slower.

Top-quality ingredients mean extremely high levels of fat and calories. Although Jiang Chu's dinner didn't include any staple food, the cafeteria food was quite oily, and he also drank soup.

My stomach was already quite full, so even though I had used up some energy after the meal, I wasn't very hungry.

In addition, they don't eat much to begin with.

She poked at the ice cream in the bowl with a troubled expression.

If you don't finish it quickly, the white truffles and gold leaf on top, priced by the gram, will soon turn to water along with the melting milk.

"What's wrong?" Xie Jing noticed her hesitation and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Jiang Chu looked up a little embarrassed: "I'm a little full... but it would be such a waste if I didn't finish it quickly."

Xie Jing wanted to say, "What's the big deal?"

But seeing the girl staring longingly at the ice cream as if it were some priceless treasure, the words he was about to say suddenly took a turn.

Xie Jing: "This is easy to solve."

Jiang Chu froze for a second, her mind somehow drifting off course, and she blurted out incredulously, "...Are you going to eat it for me?"

Xie Jing paused slightly as he was about to pour water.

The private room was silent for a few seconds.

What he actually wanted to say was to have the restaurant manager send over a liquid nitrogen freezing tray to slow down the melting process.

but--

The man didn't argue; instead, he leaned back in his chair, looking at her with a half-smile: "What do you think?"

Jiang Chu was even more shocked, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Don't you have mysophobia?"

Xie Jing: "...Why would I have obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness?"

"Maybe it's because I've been watching too many short dramas lately," Jiang Chu said guiltily, shrinking back and speaking softly, "I always felt that a domineering CEO like you should have severe mysophobia..."

Xie Jing was completely speechless.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed, and then leaned forward, closing the distance between them with an overwhelming sense of pressure.

"I am the chairman of Tianyu Group, not some president. They are just here to work for me. If I'm not satisfied, they can get lost."

He stared at her, "From now on, just watch those random things for fun, don't take them seriously."

Before he finished speaking, he reached out and took the exquisite crystal ice cream bowl in front of her with remarkable ease.

Jiang Chu even watched as the man casually pulled the pure silver spoon that she had just been sucking from between her slightly stiff fingers.

Jiang Chu: "?!"

She was completely stunned.

Xie Jing, without batting an eye, scooped up a large chunk of ice cream mixed with white truffles with the spoon that was still wet with her saliva and put it in his mouth.

The silver spoon touched the man's neat teeth, and he even gave it a suggestive little bite, making a slight clinking sound.

This...this!

Jiang Chu: "!!!"

Jiang Chu felt a chill run down her spine.

Xie Jing swallowed the ice cream and casually placed the spoon on the rim of the bowl.

He raised his eyes, his dark pupils locking onto the blushing girl opposite him. "It tastes good."