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

The smile on her aunt's face instantly froze.

She never expected that the little girl would not be sad or helpless at all, but instead ask such a question.

"My cousin's wife seems quite interested."

An elegant and melodious female voice came from the side.

The sound of heels striking the ground drew closer.

Jiang Chu, accompanied by her assistant and bodyguards, slowly approached from the other side of the corridor.

She wore a long, dark blue wool coat, and her tall figure gave her a commanding presence as she looked down at us.

The aunt was short and somewhat timid. When she saw the mistress of the house approaching, she felt a sense of oppression and almost fell over.

"No...no, no, it was my inappropriate question..."

My aunt broke out in a cold sweat. She didn't dare stay even half a second longer. She didn't even bother to drink her tea. She stammered a greeting and slunk away with her child.

Other relatives from collateral branches who had originally wanted to approach and get closer to the other side all fell silent upon seeing this, and retreated in perfect unison.

Jiang Chu looked down at her daughter beside her, the coldness in her eyes instantly melting away. She winked at her and gave her an admiring look.

She also noticed her youngest son, who was eager to try it out, and Xie Man even took out a children's slingshot from his pocket.

Jiang Chu: "..."

After getting away from these relatives, she still praised the children and told Xie Man not to use that thing to hit people.

Jiang Chu: "At this stage, the bodyguards will handle the assault, if necessary."

Xie Man rubbed his hands together, eager to see what stage they could fight on their own.

The older siblings next to them glanced at each other.

Jiang Chu: "...Wait until your mixed martial arts course begins."

She kissed her daughter again, "You really have the same style as your mother back in the day."

Xie Yuan hugged and kissed his mother, and tried to stay in her arms for the rest of the time.

"I have to go to a meeting," Jiang Chu said, patting her daughter's head. "I can't hold you both forever..."

Holding just one child would trigger a world war, but holding three would be quite difficult; she couldn't possibly take a child riding on her shoulders to a meeting.

Jiang Chu greatly admires people who give birth to quadruplets or quintuplets.

I don't know how mothers or fathers manage to lift everyone at the same time, especially after the children have grown a bit older.

Fortunately, things improved a lot after they started school.

After some research, Jiang Chu and Xie Jing enrolled the triplets in the primary school section of a private international school.

In principle, all three students had good grades and frequently received praise from their teachers—praise that was genuinely based on their academic performance.

They all disliked forming cliques and were very focused and efficient in class, but as soon as they returned to the manor, they split into three completely different modes.

Xie Zhuo returned to his study, where the shelves next to him were filled with picture books and atlases, as well as bilingual books such as "Fundamentals of Vertebrate Paleontology," "Introduction to Evolutionary Biology," and "Comparative Anatomy Atlas" with detailed skeletal topographic diagrams, among others.

He was wearing a pair of small, powder-free latex gloves and sat quietly at his custom-made solid wood desk.

On the table was a high-magnification dissecting microscope, and next to it were his own professional geological hammer and pneumatic pen.

And a small piece of ammonite fossil.

That was extracted from sedimentary rock samples that Jiang Chu helped him retrieve from overseas with special approval for shipping.

With a vernier caliper in his left hand and a fine-tipped drawing pen in his right, Xie Zhuo was precisely drawing the force fractal diagram of the ammonite suture on a grid paper, following the instructions in the book.

His lines are fluid and beautiful, possessing both rigorous biological skeletal proportions and a breathtaking classical artistic aesthetic.

For Xie Zhuo, paleontology was never just dry rocks, but the most magnificent structural art in the long river of time.

As he gets older and his knowledge expands, he enjoys being alone more and more, but he still likes to share his research and works with his parents.

Unlike his elder brother, Xie Yuan had a deep interest in all logical systems in the world.

From number theory cryptography and topological geometry to complex game theory and global macro capital flows.

She loves reading and also enjoys watching her parents work.

For example, listening to his father's meeting in Xie Jing's study.

Xie Yuan, holding a tablet computer, leaned back on the sofa and watched his father, who was in the main seat, listen to the London team's report on a cross-border leveraged acquisition plan for a semiconductor wafer fab.

The executives on the other side of the screen all looked tense, reporting data accurate to the decimal point.

Xie Yuan was sketching a simple discounted cash flow model on the touchscreen.

She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and purse her lips when a vice president tried to cover up the asset premium.

Xie Jing caught a glimpse of her daughter's expression out of the corner of her eye.

"...Recalculate your dynamic discount rate. I need to see the true valuation after divesting non-core patents by tomorrow morning."

As soon as the video conference ended, he saw the little girl skipping and jumping over to him.

"Dad, is that what you said before, that they wanted to hide bad debts in the next quarter's financial report?"

Xie Jing took off his glasses, ruffled his daughter's hair, and spoke with undisguised admiration and pride.

"You figured that out? You can intern on the audit committee."

"They don't want elementary school students," Xie Yuan sighed, feigning concern. "I think I'll study for a few more years."

However, Xie Yuan's observations were not limited to financial empires.

She also enjoys playing in her mother's crossover dance studio and has become familiar with all the members there.

Today, Jiang Chu is already a prominent contemporary master in the international art world.

The cross-disciplinary physical theater she founded has won the Silver Lion at the Venice Biennale and several national-level arts grants.

In the commercial market, it is an absolute top-tier brand that is fiercely sought after by top luxury brands and leading international exhibitions.

In the rehearsal hall, Jiang Chu, with her long hair tied up high, was holding a laser pointer, engaging in a lively exchange with a digital image artist from Berlin and a sound designer from France.

"This isn't about pleasing the eyes; it's about using a momentary muscle spasm to break the oppressive effect of low-frequency sound waves on space! Increase the particle tracking delay of light and shadow by 0.3 seconds; I want the audience to feel the tearing force of gravity in the darkness!"

At the rehearsal space, Xie Yuan sat by the sound control console, one hand supporting his chin, his big eyes sparkling as he looked at his mother, who shone brightly and commandedly in the center of the stage.

To her, her father's business empire was a cold, precise digital computing power, while her mother's art sanctuary was a passionate and free expression of her soul.

These two elements combined formed her initial cognitive map of the world.