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

"You..."

Jiang Chu stammered as she spoke, her beautiful eyes wide open, even the blush of embarrassment at the corners of her eyes seemed to come alive.

"Why is this happening?"

Xie Jing leaned back in his chair, his deep and handsome features appearing even more striking under the dim, ambiguous lighting of the private room.

He slowly took the napkin, his dark gaze landing on her face with an almost tangible intensity, and asked knowingly, "What?"

Jiang Chu was so angry at his nonchalant attitude, as if nothing had happened, that she gritted her teeth.

She bit her lower lip, intending to utter some harsh words, but when she met the man's unfathomable black eyes, her arrogance inexplicably diminished.

Finally, she only mumbled weakly, "...bad person."

The complaint was harmless, carrying a hint of coquettish grievance.

To Xie Jing, it was like a soft hook gently scratching at the tip of his heart.

"Is this what you call bad?"

Xie Jing chuckled, his deep voice laced with undisguised mockery, "Miss Jiang, if I were really a bad person, you wouldn't be sitting in a chair eating ice cream right now."

Jiang Chu pursed her lips. "Then what would I be doing?"

"perhaps--"

Xie Jing deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his gaze lingering aggressively on her full, slightly red lips.

"Want something else to eat?"

Jiang Chu: "..."

The intensity in a man's eyes can peel away a person's layers.

Jiang Chu's breath hitched, and the heat on her face instantly spread to her ears.

She had been harboring thoughts of flirting with him, so his response should have been a good thing.

However, to some extent, she was finding it difficult to cope!

Jiang Chu was somewhat annoyed and didn't want to be completely suppressed, so in a moment of impulsiveness, she decided to fight back.

She boldly stretched out her foot and, under the large dining table, gently kicked the man's shin with the tip of her white sneaker.

No force was used at all.

Through the expensive, well-fitting fabric of the suit trousers, it was less of a kick and more of a playful, reproachful act.

The toe of the shoe brushed against the crisp trouser leg, making a very faint sound of fabric rubbing together.

She could feel that she had touched the man's hard, iron-like calf, but only briefly, so as not to cause him any discomfort.

—As long as he doesn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness.

Judging from the current situation, he clearly does not have any.

But after the kick, thinking about the other person's identity, Jiang Chu's heart still jumped into her throat.

The private room was so quiet that only the soothing sound of a cello could be heard.

She secretly glanced at Xie Jing's expression, unsure whether the high and mighty chairman of Tianyu Group would change his attitude after being so "offended".

However, Xie Jing's expression did not change in the slightest.

He even picked up the wine glass in front of him, took an elegant sip of ice water, and his Adam's apple bobbed slowly and sensually.

Just as Jiang Chu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he hadn't taken it seriously and was even a little sullen.

Beneath the tablecloth, a warm, firm leg suddenly approached, forcefully invading her territory.

Jiang Chu was wearing straight-leg, light blue washed jeans today, with a narrow hem rolled up at the ankle, revealing a small section of her delicate, fair skin.

Xie Jing subtly shifted his posture, his leather shoes pressing against the side of her shoes, and then their ankles touched.

The slightly rough, expensive wool blend fabric carried an astonishing heat, the kind that belongs to an adult male and could almost scorch her.

At extremely close range, it brushed against the sensitive, soft flesh on the inside of her ankle.

"Well……"

Jiang Chu shuddered as if struck by lightning, almost dropping the water glass in her hand. A few drops of water splashed onto the back of her hand, making her shiver with cold.

The man's movements were extremely slow, carrying a kind of suffocating desire for control.

The hem of his trousers brushed against her ankle, intentionally or unintentionally, each tiny friction sending shivers of pleasure through her in the dim light under the table.

The rough fabric slowly moved upwards, brushing against the hem of her jeans, occasionally grazing the small patch of exposed skin, and burning her flesh.

The tingling sensation climbed up her calves and up her spine.

Jiang Chu's legs suddenly went weak, and even her toes curled up inside her shoes.

She bit her lip, her eyes glistening with tears, determined to retaliate once more.

So, forcing herself to resist the weakness in her waist, she tentatively lifted her foot and rubbed it against the man's strong calf muscles, trying to regain some control.

however--

Her soft ankles barely touched the man's calves before she felt the outline of his taut muscles.

Xie Jing's legs, which had been casually open, suddenly pulled inward with an extremely oppressive force.

"what……"

Jiang Chu couldn't help but let out a very faint gasp.

Her foot, along with half of her slender calf, was firmly trapped between the man's strong and powerful legs.

The space under the table instantly became cramped and scorching hot.

The man's calf muscles were like iron clamps; he didn't seem to use much force, yet he firmly imprisoned her in place, unable to move an inch.

The rough texture of the suit trousers and his burning body heat were transmitted through the thin denim fabric.

She could even feel the contraction of his leg muscles every time he exerted force.

Jiang Chu felt as if half of her body was melting into that domineering and erotic power, and her lower back was aching uncontrollably.

She raised her head, somewhat flustered and with a hint of pleading.

At the dining table, Xie Jing maintained his composed and aloof demeanor, always impeccably dressed in a suit and exuding an air of stoicism.

He rested one hand on the table, his index finger casually tapping the glass, his deep black eyes calmly watching her.

If it weren't for the extremely ambiguous and extremely dangerous entanglement of bodies under the table—

Who would have thought that this powerful figure sitting in a high-class restaurant was so sexually charged, ruthlessly abusing the girl opposite him?

"I thought you were going to keep asking me—"

Xie Jing couldn't help but smile as he looked at her reddened eyes, her rapid breathing, and her slightly heaving chest.

He leaned slightly closer, closing the distance between them. His voice was a third hoarser than before, carrying a hint of triumphant malice, as if he were whispering in her ear:

"For example, what exactly should I let you eat?"

As the last note rose in pitch, the man subtly exerted force under the table with his leg.

Those long, slender, and muscular calves, as hard as iron pillars, exerted immense pressure as they tightened inward from both sides.

Although it didn't cause her pain, she was still firmly held in place, and the repeated rubbing of the fabric against her skin produced a soft, rustling sound.

His calf muscles squeezed it slightly, deforming it slightly. The powerful force kneaded it gently yet cruelly, as if silently declaring possession.

Jiang Chu's eyes instantly filled with a hazy mist, as if she were being engulfed by a hidden heat wave. Her breathing became rapid and shallow, and her chest heaved violently.