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

The moment the door closed, Jiang Chu successfully removed her leg.

She took a few breaths and glared fiercely at the man opposite her.

This seemingly harmless glance, in Xie Jing's eyes, not only lacked any deterrent effect, but instead felt like a seductive little brush, making the fire in his heart burn even brighter.

"Why are you looking at me?"

Xie Jing picked up the exorbitantly priced Romani, took a small sip, and stared at her with unbridled intensity.

"This is just reciprocity, why is Miss Jiang acting like she's being wronged?"

"I—" Jiang Chu took a breath, "I didn't say I was wronged!"

"Oh," Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly, "then what does that expression mean?"

"I just wanted to see you," Jiang Chu began to ramble, "just because of you, cough, your elegant bearing and extraordinary appearance."

Xie Jing couldn't help but chuckle. "...Thank you?"

Jiang Chu almost couldn't help but roll her eyes at him again. "Are you full? Can we leave now?"

"Okay, let's go then."

Xie Jing stopped teasing her.

The two stood up one after the other.

As Jiang Chu was about to walk around the dining table towards the door, her gaze inadvertently swept over Xie Jing's long, straight legs.

Then, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

The dim yellow light in the private room shone down on the man.

On the crisp cuff of the trousers on the left calf, there was a not-so-obvious crescent-shaped grayish-white mark.

A shoe print.

She kicked it out just now.

Jiang Chu: "..."

Although she was wearing new shoes today, which she had just changed into this morning, she had walked around the Kyoto University campus, and the soles of her shoes inevitably got dusty.

The trousers in front of me have a delicate texture with a subtle sheen and a perfect drape.

Even a fool would know that this is definitely the kind of top-quality fabric that cannot be washed with water and even requires extreme care when dry cleaning.

Jiang Chu felt a little embarrassed.

She stood there, pointed to Xie Jing's leg, and whispered, "Um... Mr. Xie..."

Xie Jing stopped and looked down, following her gaze.

Those trousers, hand-stitched by Savile Row's top tailors using extremely rare alpaca wool—

Bright shoe prints remained.

The man's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He could certainly figure out how it got up there.

Although the little girl's kick under the table was weak, like a cat scratch, it left clear evidence of her crime.

Xie Jing looked at the girl in front of him, whose eyes were darting around nervously, and that playful, wicked look resurfaced in his eyes.

"What's this?" he asked, feigning ignorance. "A souvenir of Miss Jiang's visit?"

Jiang Chu hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

She looked down at her pants and found that there were no obvious marks.

Moreover, the clothes were a gift from the other party, so there's nothing to say if they get dirty.

"That was just an accident!"

She stammered her explanation, still feeling uneasy, "I didn't mean to... Besides, if you had let go of me back then, nothing would have happened!"

Xie Jing looked down at her.

He was naturally handsome, with deep and sharp facial features, which inexplicably made people feel intimidated.

Jiang Chu: "...Then what do you suggest? If all else fails, give it to me, and I'll return it to you cleanly?"

She might not be able to afford dry cleaning for the time being, but it's just dust and dirt, not some difficult stain to deal with, so it shouldn't be a problem.

In principle, clothes made of this type of fabric are mostly sent to top luxury care institutions for treatment.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this highly ambiguous statement, Xie Jing's smile deepened instantly.

He wasn't angry; instead, he suddenly took a step forward, his tall figure instantly closing the distance between them.

The man leaned down with an overwhelming sense of pressure, bringing his incomparably handsome face close to hers.

A subtle oak aroma mingled with the rich fragrance of wine, enveloping her completely.

"for you?"

The man's deep, slightly husky voice sounded in her ear, carrying a hint of dangerous yet lingering laughter.

He deliberately emphasized those two words, his tone so full of double entendre that it was almost dripping with sarcasm.

"You mean, you want me to take it off?"

Jiang Chu: "..."

Her brain froze for a full three seconds before she understood what the other person meant.

How can there be such a person?!

How could such a top-tier figure of such status and position utter such shameless words with such grandeur and self-righteousness?!

"You!" Jiang Chu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and annoyed. "You can do whatever you want when I can't see you... No, let's not continue this topic. Do whatever you want!"

Seeing that she looked like she was about to flee at any moment, the dangerous aggression in Xie Jing's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a faint hint of pleasure.

"Alright." He dropped his rude behavior and returned to his usual calm and composed demeanor. "It's just a little dust."

Jiang Chu breathed a sigh of relief, then realized that he was looking at her helplessly with a completely malicious expression.

She couldn't help but puff out her cheeks again, huffing and puffing as she followed behind the other person without saying a word.

The two walked out of the gate of Le Rêve one after the other.

The car door closed, completely shutting out the early autumn night breeze and the hustle and bustle of the street.

As soon as they got in the car, Assistant Wang handed them a tablet computer with a secure connection already configured.

Xie Jing took the tablet and instantly switched back to work mode, his slender fingers quickly swiping across the screen as he reviewed a progress report on a cross-border merger and acquisition deal.

He has a very low-pressure atmosphere when he works; he is focused and stern.

Jiang Chu obediently huddled by the car door on her side, trying to minimize her presence, even breathing very softly, for fear of disturbing this busy and powerful man.

The street scene outside the car window rushed past, gradually becoming less and less familiar.

As the car drove towards the prime real estate on Beijing's East Third Ring Road, Xie Jing suddenly looked up from the screen and turned to look at her: "Do you have class tomorrow morning?"

"Huh?" Jiang Chu was taken aback for a moment, then honestly shook her head. "The first period is at ten o'clock."

"Hmm, do you want to go back to your school dorm?"

Hearing this question, Jiang Chu hesitated.

Not to mention that she was quite willing to spend more time with Xie Jing, even without this incident, she wouldn't really want to go back to the dormitory.

Those roommates will most likely see the video or hear about the incident during the day, and then they'll start asking all sorts of questions.

Although she could handle it, her personality was different from the original owner's, and she didn't want them to notice anything amiss.

Moreover, she was indeed a bit tired and didn't really want to expend energy dealing with these people.

Xie Jing took in her hesitation and rejection.

He didn't ask any more questions, but simply looked away and instructed the driver in the front seat, "Go back to Yunxiang Road."

Traffic was terrible during rush hour in Beijing. Even the richest man's luxury car had to dawdle slowly, taking more than half an hour to finally drive onto a quiet, tree-lined road.

There are noticeably fewer cars here, and if you walk a little further, you'll see the gate that blocks cars.

Through the car window, Jiang Chu could even clearly see the towering Tianyu Group headquarters building against the dark blue night sky.

It was an imposing landmark building, standing silently under the starry sky.

A few minutes later, the Rolls-Royce drove through a black cast-iron carved gate.

Jiang Chu looked out the car window.

The building in front is less a villa and more a top-tier private estate hidden deep within the bustling city.

The view is of a shimmering private lake.

Surrounded by expensive gardens, exquisite pavilions and winding waterside pavilions, and several white stone bridges spanning the water, it resembles a fairyland under the dim lighting.

The villa's ground floor entrance is nestled among lush bamboo and cypress trees.

The second and third floors above consist of staggered, high-ceilinged terraces and irregular geometric structures.

The large, one-way bulletproof glass wall is bathed in the shimmering moonlight.

In the heart of Beijing's Third Ring Road, where land is incredibly valuable, there exists such a staggered manor with a lake and gardens—

It's clearly not something that can be described simply as being rich.

This represents absolute power, clearly defined classes, and an inviolable status.

Even if Jiang Chu wasn't in this circle, she could still understand this principle.

"So beautiful..."

She couldn't help but murmur softly.

Xie Jing's lips twitched slightly when he heard her sigh.

After getting out of the car, the two walked into an extremely spacious and luxurious living room with a ceiling height of more than ten meters.

Xie Jing casually handed his suit jacket to the butler who came to greet him. When the old butler saw that his boss had brought in a girl, he was speechless with shock.

Of course, he didn't say anything, he just waited quietly for instructions.

Xie Jing turned to look at Jiang Chu, "The guest rooms on the second floor are cleaned every day, you can pick any one."