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

The convoy eventually stopped in front of a historic five-star hotel in the old town.

The hotel is a converted aristocratic mansion, with its exterior retaining the exquisite carvings of the Baroque style, while the interior is a perfect blend of modern luxury and classical aesthetics.

Jiang Chu was led into the suite by Xie Jing's hand.

Crystal chandeliers hang from the high ceilings, and floor-to-ceiling windows offer panoramic views of the red rooftops of the old town and the shimmering Lake Mälaren in the distance.

A Steinway grand piano sits in the living room, warm firewood burns in the fireplace, and a faint scent of fir fills the air.

Jiang Chu couldn't help but take a second look.

The piano's lacquer gleamed warmly in the firelight of the fireplace, and the lid was half-open, revealing the neatly arranged black and white keys inside.

This violin is clearly not just for show—the position of the violin bench, the music stand, and even the open book of nocturnes all show signs of careful maintenance and use.

Xie Jing was pouring water at the bar when he glanced at her, seemingly guessing what she was thinking.

"Play whatever you like. This is our room."

"..."

Jiang Chu stretched out her fingers and gently pressed the piano keys, the crisp and melodious sound echoing in the spacious living room.

She had actually studied for two years before she transmigrated.

However, the original owner had never formally studied it; he had only taken a free trial class.

Jiang Chu thought about it for a while, but still felt a little itchy, so she finally chose a march with a cheerful rhythm.

She sat on the stool, her fingertips falling, and a light and cheerful melody flowed out like a joyful stream.

Although a few notes were not perfectly smooth at times, the overall sound was still lively and vibrant, full of youthful energy.

After playing the last note, Jiang Chu withdrew her hand somewhat embarrassed and turned to look at Xie Jing, who was standing by the bar.

"...I wasn't very good at it to begin with, so I didn't play it well."

"I think it's very good," Xie Jing said, walking over with a water glass. "You're not a professional, this is already very good."

Jiang Chu blinked at him, "Why don't you give it a try?"

Xie Jing looked down at her, "I haven't practiced in a long time either."

He put down his water glass, sat down next to the girl, placed his large hands on the piano keys, and after a two-second silence, his fingertips fell.

It was a grand waltz with a brisk and elegant rhythm.

His fingering was fluid, precise, and full of tension; each note was like a carefully crafted pearl, strung together into a beautiful yet restrained melody.

The man's ten fingers danced across the black and white piano keys, and what was clearly an elegant waltz took on a cold and sharp quality in his interpretation.

Jiang Chu listened intently.

She stood up, raised her hands slightly, and lightly touched the ground with her toes.

—Although she is not a professional ballet dancer, she can still do many of the movements.

Jiang Chu spun on one foot, her skirt tracing a graceful arc in the air like a blooming blue lotus flower.

Using the momentum, the body continued to rotate, and the arms slowly extended from the chest, as if pushing open an invisible door.

Then she leaned back slightly, revealing her long, slender neck, with her collarbone peeking out from the edge of her neckline, like a crescent moon emerging from the clouds.

Xie Jing caught this scene out of the corner of his eye, and the curve of his lips softened even more.

His fingering didn't falter due to distraction; instead, he deliberately slowed down the last section of the melody as he neared the end, giving her more room to maneuver.

Jiang Chu took two steps forward, her steps light and rhythmic, each step precisely on the three-beat rhythm.

When the left foot lands, the knee bends slightly, the body sinks down naturally, and the right leg extends backward, like a swan gliding on the water.

The last note fell.

Jiang Chu maintained the finishing pose with one leg slightly bent and arm raised high, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if she had just caught a feather falling from the sky.

Her chest rose and fell gently, and her cheeks flushed from the exercise, looking like a thin layer of rouge under the warm yellow light.

The firelight in the fireplace flickered, casting her silhouette on the wall, as beautiful as an oil painting.

"My wife is amazing."

Xie Jing stood up, his dark eyes filled with tenderness and doting affection.

He reached out and pulled Jiang Chu, who was still standing there, into his arms. He placed his large hand on her slender waist and whispered, "You danced very well."

Jiang Chu blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed by his praise, and quietly retorted, "It's not good, I'm not good at this, but—"

She tilted her head back, wrapped her arms around his neck, and her eyes sparkled: "You're lying again! You're clearly very skilled!"

Xie Jing chuckled softly, "For the piano, not playing for a few weeks can be considered a long time since you've practiced..."

Jiang Chu tilted her head and looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly stood on tiptoe and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"My husband is also very capable."

She said in a low voice.

Xie Jing paused for a moment, then tightened his arms, holding her tightly in his embrace, and lowered his head to deepen the kiss.

The snow outside the window fell heavier and heavier, covering the entire ancient city in a silvery white.

For the next three days, Jiang Chu was also busy like a spinning top, being taken to various high-profile business occasions.

A closed-door meeting at the Department of Energy, a dinner hosted by a sovereign wealth fund, and a reception at the Stockholm Royal Palace for a sustainable development summit.

She actually met members of the royal family.

After their busy business trip, they headed to Reykjavik.

Iceland experiences very short daylight hours in winter.

When the plane landed at Keflavik International Airport, it was already evening, and only a dark cobalt blue remained on the horizon.

The wind was biting, carrying with it the damp, salty, and fishy smell of the Atlantic Ocean.

Jiang Chu wrapped her heavy coat tightly around herself and was helped down the gangway by Xie Jing.

Their vehicle drove along the highway toward the city, with endless black lava landscapes and sparse tundra vegetation visible outside the window, and the outline of glaciers faintly visible in the distance.

Where does your maternal grandmother live?

"Near the hot spring park," Xie Jing said, putting his arm around her. "She lived there for sixty years in an old house with a garden and a geothermal pool."

Forty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a simple but well-maintained two-story wooden house.

A gravel path leads to the courtyard outside the house, and a few warm yellow ground lamps illuminate the way to the gate.

Through the glass window, you can see the warm light inside and the faint shadows of people moving about.

Xie Jing led Jiang Chu and pushed open the courtyard gate.

The aroma of roasted lamb and the warmth of burning firewood wafted over.

She soon met a thin, kind-faced old lady.

The other person had gray hair, but still had bright eyes, and wore a thick hand-knitted sweater and dark gray wool trousers.

"...Grandma."

Xie Jing bent down and gave the old man a tight hug.

The old lady patted his broad back, then turned her gaze to Jiang Chu, who was standing awkwardly to the side.

"Chuchu," the old lady said happily, "she's already very pretty in the video, but she's even more beautiful in person!"

Jiang Chu walked over and hugged the old man.

"Good girl, you're really strong." The old lady patted her shoulder and squeezed her arm. "Don't be nervous. You can call him whatever he wants, or you can call me Emma, ​​it's fine."

Emma was originally an overseas Chinese in Britain—her parents moved to London during the Republic of China era. Emma later went to Iceland as an exchange student and got married there.

Jiang Chu knew about this past and was secretly shocked by how well the other person spoke Chinese, with almost no accent in Mandarin.

After all, in principle, the old lady doesn't seem to have ever lived in China.

"Come on," Emma said, pulling Jiang Chu's hand and leading her into the house. "There aren't many people here today. Lanlan will be back soon. What time is it? Are you still going to climb the mountain? Aren't you afraid of getting cold..."

Jiang Chu couldn't help but chuckle, "Is that Sigrid's nickname?"

The old lady nodded matter-of-factly, "That's right, she liked this name when she was little, and even insisted on changing it to this on her ID card."