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

Jiang Chu looked up in a panic, only to meet Xie Jing's lowered gaze.

He was so tall, over 1.9 meters, that his figure, like a thick wall, enveloped her entirely in shadow.

His broad shoulders, narrow waist, and muscular physique were accentuated by the black suit, giving him a sharp yet restrained look.

As he looked down at her quietly, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his breath brushed against the girl's damp forehead.

Jiang Chu's face, which had been pale from the cold, flushed red due to the dilation of blood vessels.

A blush spread from her cheeks all the way to her ears, and even her neck was tinged with a thin pink, like the glow of sunset rising from the snow.

Her lips, as if regaining their color, became rosy and full, glistening slightly parted like a crabapple blossom wet with rain, so delicate that it seemed as if a gentle touch would cause dewdrops to fall.

The girl's eyelashes were still wet, and she tremblingly lifted them to look at him.

Her eyes still held lingering fear, wet and soft, timidly wrapped in a touch of natural charm, truly pitiful to behold.

"...Mr. Xie," Jiang Chu said awkwardly, "you may not believe me, but I really didn't mean to."

Heaven and earth conscience!

If this man hadn't caught her just now, she might have fallen very badly!

Although Jiang Chu wanted to please him, she would never risk a concussion and fracture to make such a test!

"Hmm?" Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly. "Why wouldn't I believe you?"

"Because," Jiang Chu lowered her head slightly, "although I don't know much about things in your circle, I know from seeing you that you must have encountered all sorts of people trying to get close to you—"

Xie Jing looked at her calmly, "Then you should also realize that because I've been through a lot, I can tell whether a fall is real or fake."

Jiang Chu blinked.

is it?

That would be great! ˃ᵕ˂

Jiang Chu was happy for two seconds, then immediately came to her senses, "Anyway, thank you—"

She instinctively tried to break free, but the large hand holding her waist remained motionless. Instead, it gently tightened its grip behind her waist, as if afraid she would slip again.

Jiang Chu could clearly feel the strength of the man's entire arm—from the base of his thumb to the elbow, the bulging muscles pressed against her back, hard and hot.

He pulled her into his arms to steady her, her toes almost leaving the ground, her waist curving into a soft arc in his hands.

Water droplets dripped from the ends of his hair and the hem of his skirt, hitting the man's shiny leather shoes and soaking a small patch of his trousers and the hem of his suit.

Looking into those bright, misty eyes, Xie Jing's voice lowered and became a little hoarse, "...Go take a shower and change your clothes. Don't catch a cold."

He loosened his grip slightly after speaking, but still held her waist loosely, as if afraid she would fall again.

The courtyard lights spread out behind him, completely enveloping her in his shadow.

Jiang Chu took a step back. "Okay."

She responded softly, picked up her phone from the long table next to her, and then carefully walked towards the main building of the villa.

I took each step cautiously, afraid of slipping again.

His wet hair clung to his thin back, dripping water all the way, and he quickly disappeared into the shadows of the corridor leading to the side door of the villa.

Xie Jing stood still, his fingertips unconsciously twirling, his gaze following the figure that disappeared into the doorway.

His gaze lingered for a moment before slowly shifting away, landing on his soaked leather shoes and trouser legs.

The bodyguards and assistants remained with their backs to this side, like silent background figures.

The villa was brightly lit, yet unusually quiet.

The rich kids all made a hasty escape, leaving only a faint scent of perfume and alcohol in the air as proof of the lively scene just now.

Jiang Chu walked barefoot on the cool, smooth marble floor.

She looked around the two-story living room, which was luxuriously decorated yet understated, with a huge crystal chandelier casting a dazzling yet cold light.

Previously, Xie Qingyang led Wei Jing and the others up the spiral staircase on the west side, so the study is most likely located there.

Without hesitation, she turned to the east, where there was also a relatively hidden curved staircase, covered with a thick carpet, that led to the second floor.

Jiang Chu went up to the second floor. The corridor was spacious and quiet. She casually pushed open the nearest door, which led to a guest room.

The minimalist modern decor features a predominantly gray and white color scheme, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the courtyard and the distant night view. It also includes a private toilet and bathroom.

Jiang Chu stepped into the bathroom.

Inside, there are full white marble facilities, a huge round jacuzzi, a double sink, and a mirrored cabinet filled with various unopened high-end toiletries.

She felt a pang of emotion.

Before Jiang Chu transmigrated, she came from a well-off family. Her parents fully supported her learning to dance and had seen a bit of the world, but she was still somewhat shocked.

This bathroom is bigger than my previous bedroom!

This isn't even the master bedroom! Even a random guest room is this luxurious! Is this what a top-tier conglomerate looks like?

She locked the door, quickly took off her soaking wet dress, and the warm water quickly washed away the chill and the smell of chlorine from the pool, allowing her tense nerves to relax slightly.

Jiang Chu quickly reviewed everything that had just happened in his mind.

In the original novel, the Xie family patriarch has very few scenes, and the character Jiang Chu has never met Xie Jing.

What just happened proves that the plot can be changed!

Since that's the case, I'm not necessarily going to die!

It can still be saved!

-

Downstairs, in the living room.

When Xie Qingyang received the message from Lin Yuwei, he was still discussing a model parameter with Wei Jing. When he noticed Xie Jing had arrived, he quickly invited everyone to come downstairs.

Four young men and women hurried downstairs.

Xie Jing was already sitting on the sofa in the center of the living room, his posture casual yet exuding an invisible pressure.

An assistant was reporting something to him in a low voice.

The man listened casually, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest of the sofa.

"dad."

Xie Qingyang stepped forward, a perfectly timed smile on her face. "What brings you here all of a sudden?"

Today she was wearing a champagne-colored knee-length dress, with her long hair slightly curled and loose.

Xie Qingyang is beautiful, gentle and elegant, and graceful in every gesture, a true lady of high society.

only--

Her fingers, clasped together in front of her, tightened slightly, revealing a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Wei Jing and the other two stood awkwardly a little behind, bowing slightly in greeting: "Mr. Xie."

Xie Jing raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the group indifferently, lingering on Wei Jing for a couple more seconds.

The assistant just said that this guy is that girl's boyfriend.

Wei Jing wore a simple white shirt and khaki pants. He was tall and handsome, with a calm expression and a hint of arrogance and aloofness.

In front of this truly important figure, the arrogance of a young talent was restrained, but his back remained straight.

"Um."

Xie Jing responded with a sound of agreement, which served as a reply to her daughter's question and the greetings from those people.

His tone was flat. "I was at the golf resort talking to some guests from Europe, and I just stopped by to pick up something."

Xie Qingyang smiled and nodded. "I didn't know you would be coming, so I invited a few friends and some members of the collaborative group. We were just discussing the research topic..."

Xie Jing nodded, his tone unreadable, "You need to improve your skills in making friends."

Xie Qingyang stood there stunned, as if he had been slapped in the face.