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

A tiny osmanthus blossom, nestled among the leaves, silently spun and landed on his shoulder.

He didn't even look away, but simply raised his other large hand, which wasn't holding the cup, and casually brushed his shoulder.

Jiang Chu's heartbeat became even more erratic.

She clenched her sweaty palms, forcing herself to remain calm as she asked, "When...when did you get here?"

"Ten minutes ago?" Xie Jing said calmly, "I didn't say anything because I saw you dancing so seriously."

Jiang Chu's ears instantly burned.

When I did the backbend bridge, my clothes slipped down quite a bit, and when I did the back kick to the purple and gold crown, my pants almost got ripped off.

The worst part was that she got so hot by the end of the dance that she licked her lips several times.

He saw it all.

Jiang Chu: "...I thought your time was very precious."

Xie Jing raised his eyebrows, "Indeed, so I used it on something very valuable."

Jiang Chu couldn't help but put her hands on her hips, "...Fine, this is your territory, you can do whatever you want."

Xie Jing looked at the girl's flushed face, a faint hint of pleasure appearing in his eyes. "Really, anything is fine?"

Jiang Chu: "?"

It's started again!

Jiang Chu pursed her lips. "You could have given me a heads-up. I... I was just practicing some basic skills, it was pretty boring."

Xie Jing remained noncommittal, put away his phone, and then walked over.

The moment he emerged from the shadow of the artificial rockery, the morning light shone down on him without any obstruction.

The black vest, slightly damp with sweat, made him appear even more wild and rugged than usual.

Even the veins on his arms bulged slightly as he walked, and his inverted triangle proportions of broad shoulders and narrow waist made it almost impossible to look away.

The man stopped two steps away from her, looking down at her.

Standing nearly two meters tall on the bluestone slab, he completely blocked all the sunlight in front of her, enveloping her entirely in his shadow.

"I think it looks great."

Xie Jing's voice was low and slightly hoarse, carrying the lingering languor of morning sleep, yet also exuding an undeniable certainty.

Jiang Chu's heart pounded like a drum. She dug her fingernails into her palm. "Mr. Xie, you flatter me... Did you just come from the gym?"

Xie Jing looked down at her. "Yes, I came out for some fresh air after practice and happened to see a sneaky little cat sneaking into the garden, hiding from its owner."

Jiang Chu was speechless, choked by the retort. "I wasn't hiding from anyone! I came in openly and honestly!"

A second later, she felt that the idea of ​​the owner and the kitten was a bit ambiguous.

Is this guy talking about the owner of the house, or the owner of the kitten?

Jiang Chu: "..."

Her face started to turn red again.

Xie Jing's gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds, then slid down her cheek to her neck, finally settling on her slightly heaving chest.

Jiang Chu felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze and quickly turned her head away, pretending to straighten her clothes.

"Let's go back," Xie Jing said casually, "Don't catch a cold."

Jiang Chu nodded haphazardly, walked quickly back to the villa, and took a quick shower in her room.

She stood in the warm water, covering her burning cheeks.

When she dried her hair, put on a white printed off-shoulder top and light-colored slim-fit pencil pants, and came downstairs, the restaurant was already filled with the aroma of food.

Xie Jing had obviously taken a shower as well.

The man changed out of his masculine sports vest and into a well-tailored dark gray suit.

He was obviously going to work soon and was sitting at the head of the long dining table, scrolling through financial news on his tablet, with black coffee and several plates of food beside him.

Thick slices of toasted bacon, fragrant German sausages, thick and creamy pumpkin soup, and a large plate of seafood and vegetable salad with vinaigrette.

"morning."

Jiang Chu pulled out the chair to his right and sat down.

"Mm." Xie Jing slightly raised his chin. "Let's eat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the servants in the kitchen brought in several more breakfasts.

Pan-fried buns with a golden-brown, crispy exterior; shumai with thin skin and generous filling; and thin slices of braised beef, all served with a sweet and sour sauce.

And a few refreshing and palate-cleansing cold dishes.

Jiang Chu's eyes lit up immediately, and she picked up her chopsticks and eagerly tried a pan-fried bun.

"Mmm—delicious!"

Her cheeks puffed out, her eyes crinkled into crescents with happiness, and she couldn't help but look up and exclaim, "Mr. Xie, your family's chef is absolutely amazing!"

He ate a few more, and dipped them all in chili sauce.

Xie Jing finally looked away from the tablet.

The girl ate until her nose was slightly sweaty, and her lips became even redder and fuller from the spiciness.

A faint smile flickered in his eyes as he slowly cut a piece of toast and abruptly asked:

What kind of car do you like?

"Huh?" Jiang Chu was swallowing a piece of beef when she suddenly heard this and answered without thinking, "RS7."

Xie Jing: "..."

He was a little surprised.

I originally thought this little girl's ambitions would be even greater.

Jiang Chu looked at him blankly. "You don't like Audi?"

"No," Xie Jing seemed to feel the need to explain, "it's just that my budget is a bit higher. The RS7 has good performance and design, but its positioning is more inclined towards—"

He seemed to be searching for a suitable word that wouldn't be too hurtful.

"...a high-performance sedan geared towards a younger demographic."

Xie Jing ultimately chose a relatively neutral statement.

Jiang Chu blinked. "What?"

Before she time-traveled, her dream was to work hard to earn money and trade in her secondhand A4 for an RS7.

What does this person mean?

A few seconds later, Jiang Chu suddenly realized, "Wait, you're not thinking of giving me a car, are you?"

"Why not?" Xie Jing said calmly, "This would be much more convenient."

Jiang Chu looked at him with a conflicted expression.

If she can survive this period, she will have plans and means to make money, and she will definitely be able to afford to maintain the car.

only--

She suddenly realized that if she wanted to use this man to escape her fate of death, then she would inevitably have more interactions with him.

Once you spend more time with him, things will gradually drift away from your plans.

After all, this is a world she cannot predict.

Jiang Chu grabbed the water glass beside her and took a big gulp. "...Don't bother sending him."

Xie Jing frowned slightly. "Why?"

Jiang Chu felt uneasy, thinking that she shouldn't take too many benefits.

Jiang Chu: "Actually, my original plan was to buy a two-door electric car worth tens of thousands of yuan for commuting once I earned some money. It's easy to park and drive, and it even saves on gas costs."

Xie Jing: "Before? Before you knew me?"

Jiang Chu nodded, her face flushed.

The original owner's plan was, of course, to marry into the Wei family and live a good life, where she would have luxury cars and mansions.

But she's not the original owner of this body, so whatever she says goes!

Xie Jing gave her a half-smile. "And now?"

Jiang Chu: "Now I just hope you'll send me fewer things, otherwise I'll feel a little guilty."

Xie Jing remained noncommittal, saying, "If you're not feeling well, just dance a couple more times; consider that as your performance fee."

Jiang Chu: "..."

Xie Jing tossed his knife and fork back onto his plate with a soft thud. "RS7, I'll have someone order one for you. I guess you like black?"

Jiang Chu: "Yes, but you don't need to—"

"This car is for you to drive around in for fun. You can leave it in your school parking lot. I'll also arrange a full-time driver for you and provide a proper car. When you're not using it, you can just leave it in this garage. You won't have to pay for the maintenance, insurance, or gas for either car."

Jiang Chu was taken aback. "Two cars?"

Xie Jing nodded matter-of-factly, "The RS7 isn't suitable for some occasions. You should choose another one."

Jiang Chu tilted her head. "I think the macaron color scheme of the Wuling Hongguang Mini is pretty good, especially the avocado green, it's so cute! Can you give me one?"

Xie Jing: "…………"

He wanted her to choose a respectable luxury car!

The huge restaurant fell into a deathly silence.

The butler, who was standing to the side serving, lowered his head silently and bit his lip tightly, afraid that he might burst out laughing.

This Ms. Jiang, whether she was joking or not, actually asked the chairman for a "senior citizen's car"!

Xie Jing took a deep breath and felt his temples throb twice.

He looked at the butler and said, "Uncle Wang, bring over the custom order lists that were sent by those car dealerships last month."

"Yes, sir."

In less than a minute, Butler Wang came over with a thick, beautifully printed, gold-embossed hardcover picture book in both hands and respectfully handed it to Xie Jing.

Xie Jing didn't even glance at it, and slammed the heavy roster, weighing several kilograms, onto the table.

Choose from these.

He said it calmly.

Jiang Chu had done it on purpose, and feeling a little guilty, she flipped open the picture book.

She only turned two pages before her eyes widened.

This isn't some kind of car dealership register; it's practically a walking coin museum!

She first saw a bespoke Rolls-Royce Dawn, with an extravagant color scheme and an extremely ostentatious logo.

Then there's Aston Martin's Valkyrie, which looks like a spaceship straight out of a science fiction movie.

"..."

Jiang Chu was dazzled by the rows of legendary supercars and top-of-the-line executive vehicles.

Even if it's just the base price listed, the long string of numbers following it is enough to give you a heart attack.

Jiang Chu pushed the catalog back like a hot potato. "No way! If I drive this out, people will think I'm being kept by some old man... cough cough!"

Xie Jing's face darkened further.

Old man?

The man crossed his arms, leaned back in his chair with an air of nonchalance, and stared down at her, his tone carrying an undisguised threat:

"You can refuse. But the consequence is that I will choose for you myself."

He paused, a wicked smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I remember there was a limited edition Barbie pink Maybach in the garage, with six thousand Swarovski crystals embedded in it—"

"?"

"Since Miss Jiang is unwilling to choose for herself, then starting tomorrow, I'll have my driver park that car at the entrance of Peking University every morning and evening to pick you up and drop you off. What do you think?"

Jiang Chu: "…………"