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

Jiang Chu stood in front of the huge floor-length mirror.

Two haute couture artisans from Paris are carefully adjusting the hem of her wedding dress.

It was an ivory-white satin wedding dress with a simple front cut.

—The figure-hugging strapless design conforms to the curves of the body, creating a seamless silhouette from the chest to the waist.

The skirt tapers naturally at the hips, extending down the leg line so that the silhouette of the legs is subtly visible when walking, creating an elegant yet not bulky look.

Starting from the waist, layers of light and thin silk gauze cascade down like a waterfall, forming a long train.

Those gauze curtains are not simply stacked on a flat surface, but rather have been handcrafted by artisans to create fine pleats.

The spacing of each fold is precisely calculated, making the train resemble a solidified cloud when stationary.

As you walk on it, it creates layers of waves, like the surface of water being rippled by a gentle breeze under the moonlight.

The trailing edge is inlaid with extremely fine silver thread embroidery, the patterns of which are abstract and dynamic, like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind, or like star trails appearing and disappearing in the night sky.

"...You look so good in this!"

Yu Wanzhou praised it enthusiastically from the side, "Did you design this yourself?"

"Thank you!" Jiang Chu said happily. "The initial design was chosen by Xie Jing, who offered some suggestions. He showed it to me later, and I added a few details, so it counts as a collaboration between the two of us?"

Yu Wanzhou gave a thumbs up, "I want this for my wedding too!"

As they were talking, there was a knock on the door. Jiang Chu turned around and immediately smiled broadly.

"Sigrid!"

She rushed over and gave the other person a small hug.

"The dress is nice," Sigrid complimented, "and it suits you very well."

Jiang Chu immediately felt a surge of joy again. "Thank you—"

Sigrid turned her head. "Hello."

Yu Wanzhou didn't recognize who this was, but out of politeness, she still came over to say hello.

The two clasped hands.

After Yu Wanzhou left, Sigrid looked at her retreating figure and said, "Was that your bodyguard? He seemed pretty skilled, but otherwise a bit amateurish."

Jiang Chu was speechless. "Because they were just my friends who came to visit."

They had only exchanged a few words when Emma, ​​who was in a wheelchair, also went into the fitting room.

The old lady took Jiang Chu's hand and handed her a rosewood jewelry box. "This was my mother's dowry. Your mother-in-law didn't like it, so I'm giving it to you today!"

Sigrid shook her head helplessly.

Jiang Chu opened it and took a look.

Inside is an old mine glass-type jade bracelet, its green color so vibrant and lustrous to the touch, clearly a priceless treasure.

"Thank you, Grandma."

Jiang Chu knelt down and gently hugged the old lady.

"..."

At dusk, Emerald Bay welcomes its most beautiful moment.

The setting sun painted the entire South Pacific Ocean a magnificent orange-pink hue, while the waves gently lapped against the white sand.

However, on the open lawn on the beach side, a silent commercial game is underway.

Dozens of men and women dressed in expensive formal attire gathered in twos and threes, holding champagne, seemingly chatting and laughing casually, but the amount of information in their conversation was astonishing.

"...Our family is very interested in participating in Tianyu's merger plan in Europe. I would like to discuss the specific shareholding structure with Xie Jing at the closed-door meeting after this wedding."

An elderly Swedish gentleman with a full head of white hair and a noble demeanor spoke softly to his partner beside him.

"Have you heard? Chairman Xie took his fiancée to visit Elder Song this time, and Madam Song even gave them a gift. Tianyu's standing in the country..."

"Of course, Xie Jing made an extremely accurate move. Tianyu now not only has financial resources, but also absolute say in the allocation of global resources..."

Among this group of people, Jiang Chu, arm in arm with Xie Jing, gracefully moved among them.

"Congratulations, Mr. Xie, on your marriage."

A middle-aged man in a white robe walked towards us, followed by two assistants.

"Mr. Farha, thank you for coming all this way."

The man turned his gaze to Jiang Chu, bowed slightly in greeting, and exclaimed in English, "Madam Xie is truly as radiant as a pearl. This is just a small token of my appreciation; I wish you both a long and happy marriage."

The assistant immediately presented an exquisite gift box.

Inside is a complete set of natural pearl jewelry handcrafted by top artisans. Each pearl is almost perfectly consistent in color and size, making its value immeasurable.

After dealing with several such top figures, the two reached the end of the pier.

Here, far from the hustle and bustle of the crowds, there is only the sound of waves and the sea breeze.

Jiang Chu leaned against the wooden railing and let out a heavy sigh of relief: "Phew... I can finally breathe some fresh air."

Xie Jing hugged her from behind, his warm breath brushing against the crook of her neck. "Tired?"

"A little. Luckily, I've been training regularly, so my stamina is pretty good."

Jiang Chu turned her head to look at him, her bright eyes full of laughter. "But, I did alright, didn't I? I didn't embarrass Mr. Richest Man, did I?"

"Perfect."

Xie Jing lowered his head and planted a deep kiss on her lips, his voice low and passionate: "You are the only focus tonight. Those people are just background figures."

He raised his head, looking at the high-tech landscape lights gradually illuminating the distance, and the security speedboats patrolling like ghosts in the night, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"Chuchu, from today onwards, half of everything I own, whether it's this island or any of my assets, belongs to you."

Jiang Chu wrapped her arms around his neck, letting the sea breeze entangle their skirts and clothes together.

"That doesn't matter," she said softly. "I only care about you."

Outside the window, night falls, and the night sky over Emerald Bay is illuminated by carefully orchestrated silent and environmentally friendly fireworks, their colorful lights reflected on the deep Pacific Ocean.

After a busy night, Jiang Chu was greeted by another bustling morning.

She opened her eyes in the bedroom of the sea-view room and saw a dreamlike, pale light spreading across the sky.

On the deep blue sea, a black Sikorsky helicopter hovers over the distant helipad, slowly descending.

That was an urgent dispatch from the Tianyu General Office to deliver the latest document confirmation, and it was also the last batch of non-guest personnel to arrive today.

She lay on the soft, large bed, the seat beside her already empty.

Jiang Chu knew that Xie Jing was probably busy with work again, and was most likely looking at some documents to sign right now.

She sat up, and the sea breeze blew in through the slightly open window, carrying the scent of tropical gardenias and a faint hint of sea salt.

After washing up, Jiang Chu sat on a wicker chair on the terrace and ate breakfast.

Looking down from here, the main wedding venue at Emerald Bay is already set up.

It was a passageway paved with pure white natural seashells and fine sand, extending from the main villa all the way to the crystal pier that stretched out into the sea.

There were no traditional roses or red carpets.

The entire site used only the island's most pristine white sand, volcanic rock, and vast expanses of cool and elegant white calla lilies.

Outside the venue, Jiang Chun could clearly see rows of hidden black electromagnetic shielding devices in operation.

Several security personnel, armed with guns at their waists and wearing Bluetooth headsets, were leading sniper dogs on a final security check at the edge of the white sand beach.

At 10 a.m., guests began to enter.

Jiang Chu stood on the inner corridor on the second floor, looking down at the guests who were taking their seats one after another through the one-way glass.

This is undoubtedly the highest-level "informal gathering" in the Chinese and even global business community.

Each person's identity is extremely valuable.

There were no noisy greetings, no barrage of flashing lights.

Several media photographers who were allowed to take photos stood obediently within the designated red box area, holding cameras that had been sealed by the security department, and even their breathing was deliberately kept very quiet.

They were explicitly told that they could only take photos of the newlyweds' faces and full views; any close-up shots of the guests would result in the equipment being confiscated and the person being expelled from the island.

"Madam, it's time."

The stylist gently draped a four-meter-long, heavily embellished silk veil over Jiang Chu's black hair.

The edges of the veil were embroidered with classical Han and Tang dynasty scroll patterns in extremely fine silver thread, which, as she moved, resembled a wave of silver water flowing on the white sand.

Jiang Chu raised her head.

Xie Jing was standing at the end of the crystal bridge, looking at her through the crowd.