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

The wine glass fell onto the carpet.

"Second Young Master!"

The Huo family members were shocked to see this and tried to rush forward, but they were held firmly in place and unable to move.

Xie Jing's bodyguards appeared behind them without them noticing.

Young Master Huo trembled all over in pain, letting out painful gasps.

The footsteps drew closer quickly.

An elderly woman with gray hair, dressed in a dark red Chinese brocade Tang suit, walked quickly over, supported by several young people.

This is precisely the pillar of the Huo family—Old Madam Huo.

Old Master Huo passed away early, and the Huo family has been able to remain a prominent force in Beijing's social circles all these years thanks to this old lady's skillful maneuvering and ruthless methods behind the scenes.

"Grandma, grandma..."

When Huo Xiao saw the old lady, he felt like he had seen a savior and struggled to call for help.

To everyone's surprise, Old Madam Huo didn't even glance at her grandson on the ground. Instead, she strode up to Xie Jing, her originally serious face instantly breaking into a smile.

"Chairman Xie, I'm so sorry! This scoundrel got carried away after a few drinks and offended you and Miss Jiang. He deserves to die!"

Xie Jing said calmly, "Madam, it seems that the Huo family's upbringing is declining year by year."

"Chairman Xie is right!"

Old Madam Huo smiled apologetically, but cold sweat was seeping from her forehead.

In recent years, the Huo family has been striving to secure Tianyu's security subcontracting contract for ports in South America, a multi-billion dollar project that is crucial to the Huo family's transformation and survival over the next decade.

If this idiot were to slap it to pieces, she'd have nowhere to turn to cry.

Thinking of this, the old lady's face darkened. She turned around to face her grandson kneeling on the ground, raised her cane, and struck him directly on the shoulder.

Then came several more slaps.

The loud clapping echoed in the quiet VIP area.

"You beast! Apologize to Chairman Xie and Miss Jiang right now!"

Old Madam Huo shouted angrily.

The two slaps left Huo Ershao completely stunned, and the effects of the alcohol wore off considerably. He vaguely realized that he had made a grave mistake.

His lips trembled. "Chairman Xie, Miss Jiang... I was blind to your greatness, I was drunk and acted crazy, I'm sorry..."

Xie Jing was too lazy to watch this self-inflicted injury scheme anymore.

He turned slightly to the side and pulled Jiang Chu away.

"...The contract with the Huo family will be re-evaluated by Tianyu."

Old Madam Huo's face turned deathly pale. She stood there trembling, watching the two figures leave, then looking at her grandson beside her, wishing she could strangle him.

The banquet gradually came to an end.

As I stepped out of the hotel, a cold wind carrying fine snowflakes hit me in the face.

Jiang Chu was wrapped up tightly in Xie Jing's coat, with only her delicate, palm-sized face showing.

She tilted her head, looking at the man's profile, which appeared exceptionally deep and handsome under the streetlights, her eyes sparkling as if filled with starlight.

"Chairman."

She tugged at his sleeve and called out in a low voice.

"Um?"

Xie Jing stopped in his tracks.

Hearing someone address him like that, he knew something was up.

Jiang Chu looked up and said, "You were so cool just now... Although I know you have a lot of strength, I thought it was only for me."

Xie Jing couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at her adorable appearance.

The next second, under the astonished gazes of several bodyguards and doormen at the bottom of the steps, Jiang Chu was picked up and carried.

"Ouch!" She quickly grabbed the man's neck. "Get in the car!"

Xie Jing looked down at her. "What are you doing in the car?"

Jiang Chu rolled her eyes at him. "Stop pretending! Hurry up!"

The neon lights of the capital city flickered in the snowflakes. She quickly settled into the car seat, with her fiancé's warm embrace in front of her.

-

Lunar New Year's Eve is fast approaching.

Even on Lunar New Year's Eve, the massive business machine of Tianyu Group will not completely shut down.

For those at the very top of the power pyramid, this day is not a time for leisure, but rather a strategic juncture for them to sort out their core global connections and make year-end emotional investments.

When Jiang Chu woke up, the bed beside her was already cold.

She rubbed her eyes as she went downstairs and heard a familiar voice faintly coming from the study.

On the mahogany table in the study, besides a half-finished cup of black coffee, there were three satellite phones with different encryption levels neatly stacked.

The projection screen on the wall is displaying real-time weather and logistics updates for New York, London, and port cities in a split-screen format.

"...Yes, Mr. Song, we've prepared some polar geothermal salt and some berry wine that my grandmother made herself...Okay, see you in a bit."

Xie Jing hung up one red phone, rubbed his temples, and then answered another.

"Frederick, I've signed the vote. The electronic version will be sent to your email later. Please give my regards to your parents and wish them a Happy New Year."

Jiang Chu leaned against the door frame, watching him meticulously handle these high-level greetings.

For ordinary people, Lunar New Year's Eve is about putting up Spring Festival couplets and having New Year's Eve dinner; but for Xie Jing, every phone call on Lunar New Year's Eve could affect the flow of billions or even tens of billions of yuan in the coming year.

He needed to personally call to extend New Year's greetings to several old-school, hidden shareholders on the Tianyu board of directors, to pay New Year's respects to political veterans with whom he had close cooperation, and to reassure several overseas project teams that were in the critical handover phase.

"Are you tired?"

While waiting for him to hang up the phone, Jiang Chu went over, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gently massaged his tense muscles.

Xie Jing took her hand and kissed it. "I've had a lot of phone calls today. Some of the older guys don't usually show up, so I have to chat with them for a bit. Also, the presidents in several overseas time zones need to do a verbal annual review at this point because of cultural differences."

"I understand." Jiang Chu tilted her head. "But shouldn't you go change your clothes? Aren't you going out later?"

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Xie Jing helped her stand up.

In the morning, they quietly traveled by car to the hutongs deep in the old city, carrying carefully prepared New Year's gifts.

In the quaint courtyard house of Old Song, Xie Jing accompanied the retired political giant to play a game of Go in the warm pavilion, subtly exchanging views on certain trends in the macroeconomy for the coming year.

Madam Song held Jiang Chu's hand and chatted about many everyday things, her words filled with affection.

After leaving the courtyard house, Xie Jing processed three more urgent legal documents related to cross-border mergers and acquisitions in the car.

As dusk fell, they left another dinner party. The sky had darkened, and the car drove back to the villa on Yunxiang Road.

"alright."

Xie Jing turned to look at Jiang Chu, a gentle smile curving her lips. "I'm going home now."

"real?"

Jiang Chu raised an eyebrow, somewhat disbelieving.

Xie Jing unbuttoned his coat, took her hand, and said, "Many of the employees at home are on holiday, don't you think?"

Inside the villa, the underfloor heating created a warm and cozy atmosphere, and the butler greeted them at the door.

Jiang Chu knew that Butler Wang's children were all abroad and would come back to see him on ordinary days, so there was no need for them to gather on New Year's Eve.

"Uncle Wang!" she greeted with a smile, "Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year, Mrs.! Happy New Year, Mr.!"

Butler Wang beamed with joy, "All the ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner have been washed and arranged according to your instructions, sir. The seasonings and condiments are also on the counter."

Jiang Chu couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

Jiang Chu: "Are you going to cook?"

Xie Jing nodded matter-of-factly, "Yes."