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

The cicadas chirped throughout the capital city in June.

In the classroom of the art academy, a short experimental dance film was playing on a large screen in the center of the stage.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, a figure possessing both extreme flexibility and astonishing explosive power leaps and spins through the dynamically captured virtual and real particles.

Each muscle tremor and the rise and fall of breathing perfectly meshed with the precisely acoustically processed low-frequency electronic sound track.

Below the stage sat the defense review panel, which consisted of the academy's dean, two national-level dance choreographers, and a specially invited doctoral supervisor from the Beijing Academy of Arts.

Dance students at Kyoto University must undergo rigorous graduation assessments—not only must they submit a high-level original practical work, but they must also complete a full theoretical explanation and an on-site academic defense.

"...Based on the above analysis, this theatricality has shifted from a single-dimensional viewing object to a fully immersive field centered on neurocognition and spatial interaction."

On the platform beside the stage, Jiang Chu, dressed in a neatly tailored white suit, explained in a clear voice.

The dean, sitting in the audience, adjusted his glasses. "Jiang Chu, your graduation thesis and practical work, both in terms of the completeness of the artistic creation and the depth of the interdisciplinary theory, have exceeded the undergraduate level. It can even be said that it has qualified for a direct entry into the national-level Youth Art Fund support program."

"Agreed." Another doctoral supervisor nodded with a smile. "Especially your analysis of the integration of motion capture and proprioception, your perspective is extremely unique. Congratulations, the defense committee unanimously awarded your dissertation and creative work an A+."

The theater erupted in enthusiastic applause.

A week later.

Jiang Chu solemnly accepted the degree certificate from the former principal.

She stepped off the stage and walked toward her husband, Xie Jing, who embraced her tightly amidst the shocked gazes of some of her classmates.

"Congratulations, Grand Scholar."

Xie Jing said in a very serious tone.

"Thank you," Jiang Chu smiled and looked up. "By the way, what are we eating later?"

They didn't shy away from others, and coupled with the various rumors circulating beforehand, many students were looking in their direction.

"This is it..."

Wow, she's so tall!

"Is this really the chairman? He looks like he plays basketball."

"What stereotype? Have you ever seen a professional athlete? They don't look like one at all."

"...So that was really their wedding?"

Several rich kids wanted to go up and talk to them, but ultimately they didn't because they were afraid the couple didn't want to be disturbed.

They exchanged glances, secretly relieved that they hadn't offended Jiang Chu before.

after all--

They had all heard about the fate of some of them.

Wei Jing's parents have been sentenced for their crimes. He himself is said to have died from an illness that could not be treated, but everyone has their own ideas about what the illness was.

As for Xie Qingyang...

Tianyu Group does not acknowledge the existence of such a person, and the name cannot be found on any official page, so she is just an international student from the United States.

He was arrested on suspicion of economic crimes and faces imprisonment.

As for what happened after that, no further news has been released.

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Before graduating from university, Jiang Chu had already accumulated a lot of experience, so after leaving campus, she also established a cross-disciplinary art studio.

Relying on Tianyu's strong global resources and Yu She's platform, two major modern cross-disciplinary exhibitions that caused a great stir in the international art world were launched in just six months.

At the end of the year, the final performance of the tour was held at the West Bund Art Museum in Haicheng.

She gave all the staff in the studio a long holiday, with each person receiving a bonus, allowing them to rest until after the Lantern Festival.

Then, unsurprisingly, a wave of declarations of love followed, such as "You are the best boss in the world."

Jiang Chu herself also wanted to take a break.

but--

On the morning of the fifth day after the closing ceremony, an unexpected event occurred.

Just as the maid brought a plate of golden-brown, crispy black truffle bacon to the table, Jiang Chu suddenly felt a spasm in her stomach.

She gagged slightly.

Xie Jing was on his way to Tianyu for the morning meeting when he saw this. His expression changed, and he immediately threw off his tie and strode over.

He gently stroked her back. "Is your stomach upset? Did you catch a cold last night?"

Jiang Chu blinked blankly. "No, I don't feel particularly unwell, I just have a little no appetite, but..."

and many more.

She took out her phone and checked the time.

My period seems to be two weeks late.

However, because she had been busy with exhibition setup and performances for a while, she thought it was just an endocrine disorder caused by overwork.

"Speaking of which..." Jiang Chu turned her head and looked at him hesitantly, "Go and get that first-aid kit from the drawer for me."

Twenty minutes later.

Two pregnancy test strips were placed side by side on the marble countertop in the bathroom.

Without exception, two extremely bright, deep red bars appeared clearly and glaringly on them.

"She's pregnant?!"

Jiang Chu sat on the edge of the bathtub, staring at the two bars, still somewhat dazed.

Xie Jing stood to the side, his handsome face, which usually remained unfazed even when faced with mergers and acquisitions worth hundreds of billions, now showing a hint of confusion.

Knowing that his wife loves dancing, values ​​her physical condition, and has just graduated, he takes extremely strict precautions for every intimate moment.

"I'm sorry, Chuchu."

Xie Jing quickly snapped out of his daze, strode over, knelt on one knee in front of her, and grasped her cold fingers. His deep black eyes were filled with self-reproach and nervousness.

"It was my oversight."

He placed Jiang Chu's hand on his cheek and gazed intently into her eyes.

"Chuchu, don't feel guilty. Your health, your career, and your wishes should always come first. If you feel you're not ready yet..."

"No, it's not your fault. Even condoms can't completely prevent this."

Jiang Chu interrupted him, "Besides, I actually think it's okay. I was originally planning to take a break. I've been too busy lately, and I feel like my head is about to explode."

She reached out her other hand and gently stroked her flat stomach. "Giving birth earlier means recovering earlier."

Xie Jing leaned down and pulled her into a tight embrace, resting his chin on the crook of her neck. "I promise, I'll give you the best of everything."

Jiang Chu wrapped her arms around him. "I know."