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

In the banquet hall.

The wife of another senior attaché from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs also chimed in with a smile.

"I heard that Miss Jiang is also quite accomplished in classical music and the guqin? I heard Mr. Qin mention you before, saying that you have a unique understanding of ancient music."

"Mr. Qin, you flatter me. I only have a superficial understanding." Jiang Chu said calmly, "I just feel that there are more ways to integrate traditional music with modern aesthetics."

In the ensuing conversation, Jiang Chu handled everything smoothly, whether it was the topics about art and fashion raised by the wives of political figures or the various subtle probing questions and pleasantries.

Xie Jing was talking to someone nearby, but he kept his eyes on her, his eyes filled with pride.

Watching Jiang Chu move with ease and speak eloquently among various celebrities, the disdain in the eyes of those noblewomen who had initially been scrutinizing her vanished, replaced by genuine recognition and respect.

They were now convinced that the woman who was cherished by the ruthless leader of the Tianyu Group, brought to a state banquet, and was about to get married was not just someone with a pretty face.

As the melodious farewell music faded from the hall, the dignitaries began to leave in an orderly manner under the guidance of the protocol officers.

Xie Jing, arm in arm with Jiang Chu, said goodbye to several couples of counselors at the exit of the banquet hall.

Jiang Chu only relaxed when she boarded the specially prepared Hongqi sedan at the state guesthouse and slowly drove out of the heavily guarded gate.

"Tired?"

A deep, magnetic male voice came from beside him.

The next second, Xie Jing's long, warm hand covered her ankle and began to massage it with just the right amount of force.

He casually raised the soundproof partition between the front and rear rows, creating a private space in the back.

"A little."

Jiang Chu muttered lazily, then leaned her head on Xie Jing's broad shoulder.

The neon-lit night view outside the car window rushed past.

You did a great job tonight.

Xie Jing turned his head and gently placed a kiss on her smooth forehead.

Jiang Chu silently nestled into her fiancé's arms.

"..."

When the weekend arrived, she boarded the Gulfstream G650, took off from the Capital Airport, and headed straight for the heart of Scandinavia.

The cabin was covered with thick cashmere carpets, and the leather sofas were spacious and comfortable. On the bar, there was champagne fresh from the ice bucket and a variety of exquisite refreshments.

Jiang Chu nestled in a private chair by the window, wrapped in a light gray cashmere blanket, gazing absently at the clouds drifting away outside.

Xie Jing sat opposite her, processing documents. Occasionally, he would glance at her and, seeing her quiet demeanor, a gentle smile would unconsciously appear on his lips.

After a long flight of more than ten hours, they arrived in Stockholm.

At the exit of the private terminal at Arlanda Airport, three black armored cars were already parked, their bodies gleaming with a subtle metallic sheen in the brief winter sunlight of Northern Europe.

As soon as Jiang Chu stepped out of the cabin, a biting wind, carrying the damp chill unique to the Baltic Sea, rushed towards him.

She wrapped her beige cashmere coat tighter around herself, and Xie Jing stepped forward, shielding her firmly by his side as they descended the gangway, protecting her from the wind.

The person who picked me up at the airport was a man who looked to be around fifty years old and was wearing a dark suit.

He was tall and upright, with some gray hair, but his eyes were sharp and shrewd.

"Mr. Xie! Välkommen till Stockholm!"

(Mr. Xie! Welcome to Stockholm!)

Xie Jing nodded slightly and shook hands with the other person.

"Tack, Lars. Hur går det med förberedelserna?"

(Thank you, Lars. How are the preparations going?)

Jiang Chu blinked.

She knew Xie Jing could speak many languages, but his deep, magnetic voice, coupled with a slightly guttural pronunciation, inexplicably made her heart flutter.

The middle-aged man named Lars was clearly Tianyu's senior partner or representative in Northern Europe. He nodded respectfully to Jiang Chu and then continued to report to Xie Jing in Swedish.

Xie Jing frowned slightly, seemingly thinking about something, then switched the topic in English, also taking care of Jiang Chu.

"We'll discuss the details in the car. This is my fiancée, Jiang Chu."

Lars immediately flashed an even warmer smile and said in heavily accented English, "Madam, it's an honor to meet you. Welcome to Sweden."

Jiang Chu smiled and thanked her.

After getting in the car, she couldn't help but turn her head and gently nudge Xie Jing's side with her elbow, "Just how many languages ​​do you speak?"

Seeing her surprised and somewhat admiring expression, Xie Jing reached out and pulled her closer to him.

"Not that many. The reason is that... when we started to develop the Nordic energy market more than ten years ago, we found that many old-fashioned family businesses preferred to conduct business in their mother tongue. There was always a lack of trust when using English."

The convoy drove along the highway toward the city.

Outside the window was a typical Nordic winter scene: a gray-white sky, bare birch forests, and the occasional red wooden house passing by.

Lars, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and continued reporting to Xie Jing in English.

"The meeting with the Energy Minister tomorrow morning will primarily focus on the equity swap issue related to Tianyu's Baltic wind power project. The Swedish government is very interested in your proposed green bond financing plan, but hopes that Tianyu can commit to at least a 30% local employment quota..."

Xie Jing nodded slightly, his fingers idly tracing circles on the back of Jiang Chu's hand.

"30% is acceptable, but the hiring standards for technical positions cannot be lowered. If they insist on a hard quota, then we'll move some of the manufacturing to Malmö, where the industrial base is more mature."

"Understood. Also, the Valen family's dinner tonight..."

Ralston paused, his gaze subtle. "Their youngest daughter will also be there. I heard she recently graduated from the London School of Economics, and the family intends for her to connect with key figures in the family business, and also—"

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow. "I'm engaged. If they're so out of touch that they don't even know this, then they don't need to come."