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

Jiang Chu blinked. "Can I choose anything?"

Xie Jing unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a small patch of his strong, smooth chest.

He raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this: "What's the problem?"

Jiang Chu asked cautiously and tentatively, "Then...is your daughter's room also on the second floor? Her door should be locked, right? I'm afraid I might accidentally go in?"

Xie Jing didn't even stop unbuttoning his shirt. "No."

His tone was calm, revealing no emotion, as if it were the natural course of events: "There is no room for her."

Jiang Chu was taken aback.

Xie Jing turned to look at her and found the girl staring blankly, so he added, "She hasn't been here much before."

Jiang Chu: "..."

In the original work, the female protagonist's father is indeed a background character, whose only role seems to be to provide the female protagonist with identity and resources, and he is basically not described in much detail.

Naturally, the relationship between them wasn't written about either.

Jiang Chu could imagine all sorts of situations that might occur in a wealthy family—weak family ties, strict rules, and so on, but her daughter had never been to her father's house.

If it were a divorce, that would be one thing, but their family isn't divorced. Xie Qingyang should only have this one guardian.

Jiang Chu pondered the relationship between her father and daughter.

In principle, the worse their relationship is, the more advantageous it might be for her.

After all, Xie Qingyang disliked her very much.

Although the main target was the original owner of the body, Jiang Chu couldn't possibly go and say that she wasn't the original owner, and more importantly—

Xie Qingyang likes Wei Jing, so she dislikes Wei Jing's ex-girlfriend.

The specific personality and character of this ex-girlfriend are probably not very important.

"...At the ECB meeting next week, we will increase our interest rate swap exposure by another 1.5 billion euros, and the hedging direction... will be reversed."

"Are we betting they'll send a more hawkish signal than the market expects?"

Xie Jing and Assistant Wang had already gone to the study, and soon a servant brought over coffee.

Jiang Chu suppressed her thoughts and walked up to the second floor.

The second floor of the villa is astonishingly large, with steps leading to a spacious open-plan living room.

Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling bulletproof glass wall are well-arranged terraces and lush trees, as well as the distant view of the bustling capital city at night.

In the center of the hall, there are several sets of minimalist genuine leather sofas, and a few contemporary art sculptures are placed in the corners. The air is filled with the faint, cool fragrance of sandalwood.

Jiang Chu walked down the corridor and pushed open the door to a room that looked like a guest room.

The level of luxury inside still far exceeded her expectations.

The room is about 30 to 40 square meters, decorated in Morandi gray and walnut wood tones, with a huge double bed placed in the center.

Inside, there is a small, semi-circular terrace extending outwards, below which lies a shimmering lake and lush, verdant gardens.

On one side of the bed, there was a large desk with a high-tech desktop computer and several split-screen monitors on it.

Apart from that, there was only a row of wardrobes against the wall, and the room had a large open space, which suited her just right.

Jiang Chu closed the door.

She needs to do some more exercise to burn off the calories from the ice cream and get her body back to its normal state as soon as possible.

Without a barre, she used the edge of the desk for support.

First, a set of basic stretches.

As her body gradually warmed up, she left the support and began to perform some high-intensity body movement exercises and compound jumps in the spacious open space of the bedroom.

She took a deep breath, pulled in her stomach, and twisted her body, performing several "Wild Goose Shooting" and continuous step-turning maneuvers that were extremely challenging to control her waist and abdomen.

An hour later.

When Jiang Chu completed the last set of continuous large-amplitude spins and landed steadily, he looked as if he had been pulled out of the water.

The stray hairs on her forehead were completely soaked with sweat and stuck to her flushed cheeks.

His shirt was soaked, clinging tightly to his back and outlining his incredibly beautiful shoulder blades.

She braced herself on her knees with both hands, panting heavily.

Although she was so tired that she didn't want to move a single finger, the extreme pleasure brought by the muscle soreness made her mind unusually clear.

The phone suddenly rang.

Jiang Chu straightened up, calming her heavy breathing as she walked over and picked up her phone.

A call from Zhou Xiaowen.

She was a little reluctant to answer, but she was also worried that someone might be checking the dorms. Kyoto University wasn't too strict about students living off-campus, but they still needed to be able to contact someone during a dorm check.

Otherwise, it could cause some trouble.

"Feed?"

Jiang Chu answered the phone.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Zhou Xiaowen's voice came through: "Chuchu, are you coming back tonight?"

Jiang Chu sat in the chair in front of the table, wiping away sweat with a tissue. "I'm not going back."

"Huh?" Zhou Xiaowen hesitated for a moment. "Then, when are you coming back?"

"Tomorrow," Jiang Chu said, puzzled, "I have to go to class."

"Oh," Zhou Xiaowen responded, "But why are you so out of breath? Were you running? Or did you run into trouble?"

The voice was even louder.

A sudden burst of static came from the other end of the phone.

It sounded like a chair was suddenly pushed aside and fell to the ground, followed by an extremely rough snatching sound, accompanied by Zhou Xiaowen's scream.

The next second, a male voice suppressing his anger came through the microphone.

"Jiang Chu? Where are you? Who are you with?"

Wei Jing coldly questioned.

Jiang Chu also sneered, "What's it to you?"

It seems that Zhou Xiaowen has been found by Wei Jing, which is why she called him.

Jiang Chu was too lazy to figure out why, whether Zhou Xiaowen wanted to cause trouble for herself or Zhou Xiaowen genuinely felt that she did not want to break up with Wei Jing.

After all, the original owner did have a lot of past issues, including multiple breakups and a final kneeling incident.

No matter what my roommates think, they can understand.

"Beep beep beep—"

A busy signal came from Zhou Xiaowen's phone.

Undeterred, Wei Jing dialed the number again, only to find that it seemed to have been blocked as well.

His face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

A surge of anger mixed with being ignored and panic from the situation spiraling completely out of control welled up inside.

Standing to the side, Zhou Xiaowen felt a little scared, but mostly embarrassed, looking at Wei Jing's murderous expression.

She was stopped by Wei Jing in the garden. He asked her about Jiang Chu's whereabouts. She was indeed a bit gossipy and curious, which is why she was willing to call and ask.

Besides, Wei Jing is good-looking, and Zhou Xiaowen is happy to spend more time with him.

She wanted to hear something sensational, or at least make Wei Jing owe her a favor.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chu reacted so coldly and decisively, hanging up and blocking her directly, leaving her in an awkward position.

"Wei, Wei Jing..."

Zhou Xiaowen spoke cautiously, trying to ease the awkwardness, "Maybe Chuchu is really busy, or the signal is bad..."

Wei Jing suddenly turned to look at her, his eyes sharp, which startled Zhou Xiaowen so much that she swallowed back what she was about to say.

He sneered, shoved the phone back into Zhou Xiaowen's hand, and said curtly, "Forget it, it's none of your business. Thank you."

Wei Jing was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it. He strode a dozen meters away and ran into Xie Qingyang.

"Wei Jing? I've finally found you."

She appeared to have just come from the library, carrying several thick textbooks and wearing a well-tailored off-white dress.

The girl's long hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, and she wore a gentle and dignified smile, her eyes filled with a hint of doubt.

Xie Qingyang glanced at Wei Jing, then at Zhou Xiaowen who was not far away.

Zhou Xiaowen seemed to recognize her as well, and appeared very excited, her eyes filled with admiration and respect. She wanted to come up and speak but didn't dare to.

Xie Qingyang was already used to such looks, and smiled slightly upon seeing them.

Wei Jing's eyes lit up. "You wanted to see me? Is it about the competition?"

He was hoping that Xie Qingyang would bring good news.

Xie Qingyang's smile faded slightly, and he gently shook his head. "Wei Jing, I'm sorry. I had my assistant inquire carefully, and the organizing committee's decision has been officially issued. The list's public announcement period has passed, all procedures are compliant, and there is no room for change."

The light in Wei Jing's eyes went out instantly.

He cursed the Kong family in his heart, and also cursed Jiang Chu.

It's all that damned woman's fault!

Mother is right, she's a jinx!

Xie Qingyang's eyes flickered, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Xiaowen not far away. "Who is this? What happened between you two just now?"

Wei Jing then remembered that Zhou Xiaowen was still standing next to him.

Fearing Xie Qingyang might misunderstand, he quickly explained, "This is Jiang Chu's roommate, Zhou Xiaowen. I just wanted to ask about Jiang Chu's situation."

He paused, deliberately keeping his tone calm, "I used Zhou's phone to contact her, wanting to ask if she was coming home tonight. After all, it's always worrying to leave a girl out all night without saying where she is. But..."

Wei Jing gave a self-deprecating smirk. "She hung up the phone right away and even blocked Zhou's number. Looks like I was meddling in other people's business, after all, we've already broken up."

Upon hearing this, Xie Qingyang's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

She naturally picked up on the implication in Wei Jing's words, and her opinion of Jiang Chu worsened even further.

In particular, Xie Qingyang already knew that Jiang Chu had repeatedly threatened to break up with Wei Jing, and each time she ended up taking the initiative to grovel before him.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel disdain.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, she is just all show and no substance!

"Really?" Xie Qingyang's voice remained gentle. "She didn't say where she was, or who she was with?"

Wei Jing was extremely annoyed and casually said, "I guess he was picked up by that person again."

Xie Qingyang was taken aback. "Which person?"

Wei Jing opened his mouth, "...This morning, someone sent me a photo of Jiang Chu getting out of a very rare luxury car. I don't know whose car it is."

Xie Qingyang hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Do you have any more photos? Could I see them?"