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

Mr. Chen was covered in cold sweat.

He never expected that his attempt to step on Jiang Chu and elevate his daughter would backfire so badly.

"I... I just think it's better for young people to have an international perspective. I absolutely didn't mean to be sarcastic. You're an elite from the Ivy League, how could I dare..."

Mr. Chen was so anxious that he kept wiping the sweat from his forehead and stammered an explanation.

"Oh dear, Chairman Xie! I'm so sorry, my unfilial son was rude. I apologize!"

Just then, an elderly man in a wheelchair, pushed by a caregiver, arrived.

It was none other than Mr. Chen, the founder of Huaan Pharmaceutical.

The old man is eighty years old this year. Although he is in poor health, his mind is extremely clear.

When he heard his subordinates report that his son had acted foolishly over there, he was terrified and quickly had himself pushed over.

The old man grabbed Mr. Chen's arm with such force that he almost crushed his son's bones, and bowed repeatedly to Xie Jing.

"Chairman Xie, this kid's got a screw loose. He's been drinking too much and he's spouting nonsense! I'll definitely give him a good talking to when we get back! Please, you're a magnanimous person, don't stoop to his level!"

Xie Jing glanced down at Old Master Chen, too lazy to even exchange pleasantries, and pulled Jiang Chu away.

"Farewell, Mr. Xie; farewell, Ms. Jiang!"

The old man called out from behind in a trembling voice.

Only after Xie Jing and Jiang Chu disappeared into the distance did the fawning expression on Old Master Chen's face vanish instantly, replaced by a furious, livid look.

"Dad, I was actually just trying to introduce Yingying to..."

Mr. Chen, his face pale, tried to explain.

"Shut up, you beast!"

Old Man Chen was so angry that he trembled all over. He pulled out the heavy, pure copper cane with intricate carvings from beside his wheelchair and began to smash it against his son.

"Dad! Ouch! Dad, don't hit me! We're outside!"

Mr. Chen was beaten so badly that he ran away with his head in his hands, but he didn't dare to fight back.

"Outside? You know it's shameful to be out in public! Yingying already has a boyfriend at school, and you complain about his family's financial situation, so you're always causing trouble—"

The old man was at the corner, whipping him hard while cursing in a low voice.

"Do you even know how much the raw material drug contract that Tianyu is supposed to deliver to us next quarter is worth? Go home and stay here. You can quit your vice president position and let the third brother take over!"

Mr. Chen turned pale with fright. "My second sister is so young! Dad, no!"

"..."

Halfway through the banquet, Jiang Chu encountered another person with a peculiar attitude.

A woman who looked to be in her forties, wearing a suit dress, walked over carrying a glass of champagne.

"Chairman Xie, it's been a long time."

The man's tone carried a hint of ambiguous familiarity as his gaze swept over Jiang Chu.

Xie Jing remained calm: "Chairman Shen, Happy New Year."

"This must be the legendary Miss Jiang?" Chairman Shen smiled and extended his hand. "I am Shen Wanqiu from Shen's Investment. I've known your fiancé for twenty years."

Jiang Chu shook hands politely, but could feel the strength emanating from the other person's fingers.

Jiang Chu: "?"

Jiang Chu didn't stand on ceremony and responded enthusiastically.

Chairman Shen's face turned pale.

Her lips twitched slightly, and she withdrew her arm. "...Miss Jiang has a lot of strength."

"You flatter me," Jiang Chu smiled. "It's probably because I exercise regularly."

Chairman Shen left quickly.

Jiang Chu watched her retreating figure. "...Have you really known each other for twenty years? Weren't you still a minor back then?"

Xie Jing recalled, "Pretty much. Her father and the old man had a good relationship, but I didn't talk to her much. She had many lovers, including several celebrities."

Jiang Chu immediately understood; she was probably a bit of a looks-obsessed person and liked her fiancé's face.

"Chuchu." Xie Jing looked down at her, his eyes serious. "You'll meet many people like this in these kinds of situations. Some are genuinely offering their blessings, some are testing the waters, and some are just there for the spectacle. You don't need to pay them any mind."

Jiang Chu tiptoed and kissed him on the chin. "Okay, you too."

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Chu tilted her head and lowered her voice, saying, "I've seen the man who came from the three o'clock direction with a wine glass before. He expressed his affection for me."

Xie Jing had just taken the new champagne from the waiter when his hand paused slightly, and his dark eyes swept in the direction she was pointing.

A young man in a striking bright blue custom-made suit was staggering toward them.

The man had an ordinary appearance, but he was tall and strong, clearly someone who exercised regularly.

"...His surname is Huo, and he belongs to some real estate group? They seem to call him the Second Young Master."

Jiang Chu said uncertainly.

Xie Jing glanced at her. "You remember it quite clearly."

"Is this considered clear?" Jiang Chu looked up at the sky. "Anyway, it can't compare to your twenty-year friendship with Chairman Shen."

Xie Jing looked at her pitiful appearance, his lips twitched slightly, and then his expression returned to its indifferent state.

Young Master Huo had clearly drunk quite a bit; his face was flushed with a slight intoxication, and he was feeling a little unsteady on his feet.

He met Jiang Chu once at a private yacht party hosted by Xie Qingyang and was immediately captivated by her.

He even hinted to the original owner that she had no future following Wei Jing, but if she followed him, he would give her ten times the allowance every month.

The original owner was actually a little tempted, but considering that Young Master Huo had a girlfriend on the surface and was about to get engaged to her, she rejected the idea.

I never had any further dealings with him.

At this moment, Young Master Huo looked at Jiang Chu with blurry, drunken eyes, completely unaware of who the man standing next to her, who was half a head taller than him, was.

He simply strode over with a look of delighted surprise.

"Oh, isn't this Jiang Chu? Long time no see! What are you doing here? Who brought you? If I had known you were coming, I should have picked you up earlier..."

Jiang Chu blinked. "Young Master Huo, it's been a long time. Let me introduce you, this is my fiancé."

"fiancé?"

Young Master Huo chuckled and looked at the man beside him, feeling that he looked familiar.

"Oh dear, you dumped Wei Jing? But—"

He squinted at the man in the composed black suit in front of him, but couldn't remember him after thinking for a long time.

"Nice to meet you."

Young Master Huo casually extended his right hand, while his left hand casually rested on Xie Jing's shoulder.

He suddenly exerted force in his palm, his fingers gripping Xie Jing's shoulder blades like eagle claws, trying to use hidden strength to make the other party turn pale and beg for mercy on the spot.

Those few people who noticed this scene gasped in shock, their hearts leaping into their throats.

That foolish son of the Huo family, he really has a death wish!

Young Master Huo still had a smile on his face.

He was a trained fighter, though not quite up to par with experts, but he had been practicing for over ten years and had even won awards in amateur mixed martial arts competitions.

So at this moment, he was really looking forward to seeing the man in front of him make a fool of himself and scream in agony.

Then we'll show Jiang Chu what kind of all-powerful but ultimately incompetent fiancé really is.

however--

Xie Jing's expression remained unchanged despite his shoulders being gripped; he didn't even raise an eyebrow.

Young Master Huo exerted all his strength, but felt as if he were gripping a hard, cold steel plate, and his fingers were shaking so badly they hurt.

"Young Master Huo is quite strong."

Xie Jing spoke slowly and deliberately.

He slowly extended his right hand and placed it on the other person's shoulder, a gesture that looked very friendly, like two familiar friends patting each other on the shoulder in greeting.

"Since you're Chuchu's friend, I'll return the favor."

The moment he finished speaking, he slightly clenched his five fingers.

"Click."

An extremely faint sound of bones dislocating, accompanied by an overwhelming pain, instantly shot from Young Master Huo's shoulder blade straight to the top of his head!

"Ugh—!"

The alcohol in Young Master Huo's body seemed to have vanished due to the intense pain.

His face was deathly pale, and he was covered in cold sweat.

Young Master Huo tried to break free, but the hand pressing down on his shoulder was like a jack, with terrifying force, pressing his body down.

"What's wrong, Second Young Master? Can't you stand up anymore?"

Xie Jing looked down at him, his dark eyes full of warning, and tightened his grip.

"Thump!"

The young man's legs buckled, and he could no longer bear the pressure. In front of everyone in the banquet hall, he knelt heavily on the non-slip carpet.