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

Wei Jing took out the photos.

Xie Qingyang had some ideas, wondering what kind of car it was and just how rare it was.

She wasn't exactly a car expert, but she had seen many top-of-the-line luxury cars and knew a little about them.

Xie Qingyang saw the photo.

Xie Qingyang: "…………"

The image is completely blurred.

She wasn't a car enthusiast and didn't have the ability to tell what a car was from just a picture of its rear.

Xie Qingyang hesitated, then looked at Wei Jing.

The young man's handsome face was as calm and aloof as ever, yet it also concealed a hint of resentment and disappointment.

She couldn't help but purse her lips.

Jiang Chu is so shallow and foolish, but with that face, she can still make men fall head over heels for her.

Xie Qingyang's gaze deepened almost imperceptibly.

She glanced at Zhou Xiaowen, who was standing awkwardly beside her, smiled politely, and then said to Wei Jing, "I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. Your abilities are obvious to everyone; you don't need another competition. I'll keep an eye out for that seminar we mentioned before."

"Okay, thank you, Qingyang."

Wei Jing forced himself to thank him.

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At the same time, Jiang Chu had already rested and entered the extra-large ensuite bathroom attached to the bedroom.

The level of luxury in the bathroom is equally outrageous.

A huge double jacuzzi, a full set of top-of-the-line toiletries, and a small walk-in closet hidden behind a concealed door.

Several rows of brand-new pajamas and underwear were hanging neatly there.

All sizes are available.

Jiang Chu wasn't surprised. For a tycoon like Xie Jing, it was just basic practice to have all kinds of household items in his properties.

She took a quick shower, changed into her nightgown, and then collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning.

She went to bed relatively early last night, and now she got up feeling refreshed. She drew back the curtains, looked at the lake shimmering in the morning light, and stretched.

After washing up, Jiang Chu discovered a metal portable coat rack outside the door.

The clothes rack is large, divided into two layers, and there is also a multi-layered shoe display rack next to it.

It has all kinds of styles, including trendy, formal, and casual, as well as several globally limited edition collaboration retro sneakers and chunky sneakers, lace-up stiletto heels and chunky heel ankle boots, etc.

Jiang Chu stood in front of the dazzling array of clothes in the car for a full three minutes.

Finally, she took off a loose-fitting knitted vest and a pair of wide-legged cotton-linen trousers.

She had no classes this morning, so she planned to do some more basic dance practice before breakfast.

Although the room was spacious, it was not very flexible to make large jumps and movements.

She noticed last night that in the Chinese garden next to the private lake, there was an open space paved with smooth bluestone, which looked like a natural outdoor practice room.

Jiang Chu changed her clothes, put on soft-soled sneakers, and tiptoed downstairs.

At around six in the morning, the manor was so quiet that only the sound of the wind on the distant lake and the occasional cry of waterbirds could be heard.

The large living room was empty except for a few uniformed servants who were silently busy in the kitchen area in the distance.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling glass wall, the morning light dyed the entire lake a gentle golden-orange, and a thin mist swirled on the water's surface, creating a scene resembling a fairyland.

She pushed open a glass door leading to the garden, and a cool morning breeze carrying the scents of grass and lake water rushed in, instantly invigorating her.

The garden was even larger than she had seen from afar the night before.

A winding stone path leads to an exquisite pavilion and waterside terrace, with several elegant old bonsai trees scattered among the artificial rocks.

On the opposite bank connected by that small white marble bridge, there is an open space that has been meticulously maintained.

Surrounded by neatly trimmed shrubs and several osmanthus trees, it seemed to be set up specifically for morning exercise.

Jiang Chu walked to the center of the open space, stretched her ankles and wrists, and began to warm up.

She slowly raised her leg, pressing it into a straight vertical line.

The loose-fitting wide-leg pants slipped down with her movements, revealing a section of slender, well-proportioned calves.

After her muscles and bones were fully warmed up, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath of the crisp air mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus, and let her mind go completely blank.

There was no music, no rhythm, only muscle instincts ingrained in the depths of memory.

The opening move is an extremely slow cloud hand gesture, with the palms softly and bonelessly drawing rounded arcs in the air. Then the body sinks slightly and the waist bends backward.

An extremely graceful backbend.

Loose clothing gave her a great deal of freedom.

As she twists, spins, and leaps, the hem of her clothes and the cuffs of her trousers flutter in the air, the folds of the fabric creating a flowing, sculptural effect as her limbs extend.

She became more and more engrossed in her dancing, and the range of her movements became larger and larger.

From the back kick to the purple and gold crown to a series of high jumps, from the somersault to the series of flips that ran throughout the entire court—

The girl was like a butterfly edged with gold by the morning light, freely spreading her wings amidst the shimmering lake.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and leaving dark marks on the bluestone slab.

Her breathing gradually became heavy, but the rhythm remained perfectly steady. Every movement was clean and crisp, without the slightest hesitation.

After completing the last closing movement, Jiang Chu took a few steps to calm her breathing.

Suddenly I heard a sound.

It looked as if someone had gently placed something they were carrying on the stone table.

Jiang Chu suddenly turned her head.

"?!"

Under the old osmanthus tree at the edge of the open space, there is an unassuming stone bench that blends almost seamlessly with the artificial hill.

Xie Jing sat on the stone bench and watched her.

He also seemed to have just finished training.

The man was dressed extremely casually, in a pure black tight-fitting sports vest, which was slightly soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his body.

His physique, usually concealed by bespoke shirts, was now laid bare.

That was a truly robust physique that combined strength and explosive power.

His broad, thick shoulders and bulging biceps resembled mountain peaks, extending from the edge of his vest.

The lines of his arms were so clear they looked as if they had been sculpted by a knife, with veins winding from his forearm to the back of his hand, and every muscle fiber exuding an extremely dangerous aggression.

His body fat percentage was low, and the outline of his collarbone and pectoral muscles was clearly visible at the neckline of his vest.

The man casually rested one hand on his knee, and with the other hand he had just placed his phone beside him, then looked at her thoughtfully.

Those unfathomable black eyes were fixed on her through the thin layer of mist.

Jiang Chu froze on the spot.

She didn't know how long he had been sitting there.

I was so engrossed in dancing that I was completely absorbed in the interaction between my body and the space around me that I didn't even notice someone approaching.

The canopy of the osmanthus tree cast dappled, pale golden shadows on the man, and the morning light outlined the sharp, angular profile of his face.

He sat there like a apex predator that had just finished surveying its territory in the wilderness.

Quiet and languid, yet capable of unleashing deadly attacks at any moment.