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

She bit her lower lip hard to barely suppress the soft sob that was about to escape her throat, her legs so weak that she almost slid off the chair.

She could only helplessly watch as the man locked her completely under the table in that cramped and erotic space.

She gripped the cutlery tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white.

In this extreme contrast and secretive stimulation between impeccably dressed above and intimately whispered secrets below—

My brain was almost turning into mush.

Suddenly, a series of extremely restrained and rhythmic knocks came from outside the private room.

Immediately afterwards, a respectful yet warm male voice rang out from behind the carved wooden door.

"Chairman Xie, hello. I am Qin Pei, the China region manager for Le Rêve. I was honored to hear that you would be here tonight. Would it be convenient for me to come in and say hello?"

Jiang Chu: "..."

Is this the richest man in Beijing's social circle? Even having a meal is so troublesome.

However, when she thought about what the man opposite her had done, she couldn't help but feel that it was all absurd.

She wasn't sure what Xie Jing was going to do.

Should we let that person outside in?

Xie Jing glanced at her.

Jiang Chu tried to pull her leg.

Not moving.

Xie Jing not only did not loosen his grip, but instead pressed his leg inward even more forcefully, firmly wedging the girl's ankle between his kneecap and calf muscle.

Jiang Chu couldn't help but kick him with her other foot.

Even so, she didn't dare to use too much force.

Xie Jing wasn't angry; she just looked at her with a half-smile and wiped her mouth with a napkin again.

"Enter."

The door was gently pushed open.

A middle-aged man in a bespoke suit with slicked-back hair walked in with a broad smile.

A top sommelier followed behind, carrying a tray.

On the tray, in the decanter, lies a bottle of ruby-colored wine, exuding a rich aroma.

"Mr. Xie, I apologize for disturbing your meal."

Qin Pei bowed slightly, his attitude extremely respectful.

This is Xie Jing!

The most powerful tycoon in Beijing and even the whole country!

Such important figures don't usually need to dine at restaurants like this.

Even for a Michelin three-star restaurant like Le Rêve, it would be extremely rare for him to set foot there even once.

And he even brought a female companion!

This is the first time!

The head of the Xie family has always been indifferent to women. Although he had a child at a young age, the identity of the child's mother was unknown to the outside world.

All these years, Xie Jing has never had any scandalous affairs.

This is partly because the media dared not fabricate stories, and partly because he genuinely had no private relationships with anyone outside of work.

"no."

Xie Jing leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on the table, his index finger still tapping the glass casually.

He didn't even bother to get up; he just nodded slightly.

He had the air of a superior, mature and composed leader.

"Chairman Xie, this is a Romanée-Conti that was just air-freighted from a Grand Cru winery. It's from an exceptional vintage. I heard you were coming tonight, so I had it specially prepared and sent over to accompany your meal with this beautiful lady."

While skillfully smoothing things over, Qin Pei gestured for the sommelier to come forward and pour the wine.

He was usually very good at reading people's expressions and knew that a big shot like Xie Jing was most impatient with being disturbed. He originally only planned to exchange a few polite words, put down the wine, and leave.

But today, Xie Jing surprisingly did not immediately kick people out.

The man tilted his head slightly, watching the crimson wine slowly pour into the crystal glass, and surprisingly asked, "How are the tannins in this one?"

Qin Pei was flattered when Xie Jing took over the conversation, and immediately began to introduce the wine's origin, vintage, soil structure, and flavor profile with great enthusiasm.

He spoke eloquently and logically.

Sitting opposite Jiang Chu, however, felt as if she were undergoing an extremely long, execution-like ordeal.

Because the very first second Qin Pei began his introduction, Xie Jing's leg under the table suddenly moved extremely slowly and maliciously.

The strong leg muscles, encased in expensive handmade suit trousers, radiated an astonishing heat, grinding heavily against her sensitive calves through the thin fabric.

Then, following the contours of her slender bones, he slowly caressed her an inch upwards.

"..."

Jiang Chu grabbed the ice water beside her and gulped down a large mouthful, trying to suppress the groan that was about to escape her lips.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Sure enough, he choked.

Qin Pei's voice stopped abruptly, and he turned to look at Jiang Chu with some confusion.

"Miss, are you alright?"

Xie Jing's deep gaze fell on Jiang Chu's flushed face, and a faint, wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"It's alright," Jiang Chu said, regaining her composure and smiling. "Please continue."

Qin Pei nodded immediately and continued to introduce the history of the winery with a big smile.

Jiang Chu gently bit her lower lip, her hands clasped together on the table, her nails almost digging into the soft flesh of her palms.

Under the watchful eyes of a third party, this clandestine physical contact was magnified infinitely. With each additional word Qin Pei spoke, Xie Jing's actions under the table became increasingly brazen.

He seemed to thoroughly enjoy her feigned composure in public, while in reality she had softened into a limp, trembling mess.

The rough wool blend fabric brushed against her delicate skin, sending a jolt of electricity through her with each touch.

Jiang Chu felt her rationality being stripped away bit by bit, and her eyes filled with physiological tears.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Pei finally finished introducing the "past and present" of that wine.

He watched with satisfaction as Xie Jing picked up his wine glass and took a sip. Just as he was about to offer a few more words of flattery, his gaze inadvertently fell on Jiang Chu across from him again.

Qin Pei was taken aback.

The young and beautiful lady's face was unusually flushed at that moment.

"Miss..."

Qin Pei leaned forward with concern. "Is the air conditioning in the private room too cold? Should I have someone turn the temperature up, or get you a shawl?"

The air in the private room suddenly felt heavy.

Xie Jing abruptly stopped swirling the wine glass in his hand.

The nonchalant mockery in the man's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by an extremely oppressive and chilling aura of ferocity.

He slightly raised his eyes and gave Qin Pei a cold glance.

With just that one glance, Qin Pei felt as if he were being watched by a top predator. A cold sweat instantly broke out on his back, and the smile on his face froze.

Xie Jing suddenly felt unusually irritable.

He genuinely enjoyed seeing Jiang Chu looking so pitiful, almost crying from his bullying, yet forced to endure it all.

But he didn't want to share this scene with anyone else.

This guy surnamed Qin is nothing but a tool, yet he dares to stare at her.

Xie Jing felt an extremely strong, exclusive possessiveness surging within him.

"No."

The man's voice instantly turned icy. "Leave the wine here. You can leave now."

Even if Qin Pei was slow to notice, he could still sense the displeasure and implied expulsion in the tone of this living Yama.

He had no idea what he had said that offended the other person.

Is it that Xie Jing doesn't like him staring at his woman?

correct.

Over the years, I've never heard of the Xie family head showing any special regard to any woman. It's rare to encounter one, but perhaps it's because the old house has caught fire?

Qin Pei felt he had figured it out, and quickly nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes, Chairman Xie, please enjoy your meal. Please feel free to let me know if you need anything."

After saying that, he led the sommelier out of the private room as if fleeing for his life, and closed the door very gently.