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

Jiang Chu trembled all over.

The warm touch came unexpectedly.

The man's teeth gently nibbled at her earlobe, grinding it lightly.

It felt like some kind of punishment, or like leaving a silent mark.

A tingling electric current exploded from the tip of my ear, shooting up my neck and down my spine.

She almost screamed, biting her lower lip hard to keep herself from making an embarrassing sound.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Jiang Chu?"

"Did you hear me?!"

On the other end of the phone, Wei Jing continued to bombard him with questions, his voice filled with growing anxiety and anger.

Jiang Chu's mind went blank, and she had no time to care what he was saying.

She gripped her phone tightly with one hand, and with the other, she reflexively tried to push Xie Jing's face away, but her fingers were tickled by the slight stubble on his chin.

"you--"

She turned her head, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at the man so close to her, and whispered, "What are you doing?!"

On the other end of the phone, Wei Jing could only catch vague syllables as he listened to the sounds coming from the phone, and couldn't help but ask questions one after another.

"Jiang Chu?!"

Xie Jing loosened her ear and stepped back slightly.

His handsome face showed no trace of frivolity or guilt; instead, it was so serious it was infuriating, as if he hadn't been the one who had just bitten someone.

He even raised an eyebrow slightly, silently questioning with his eyes.

Jiang Chu gritted her teeth, but still took a breath to calm herself down.

"Wei Jing," she said coldly, "while I'd love to see you suffer, I won't admit to anything I didn't do."

Wei Jing snorted coldly, "What exactly are you doing? Who was speaking just now?"

Jiang Chu scoffed, "Don't even mention that we broke up. Before we broke up, how did you answer when I asked you the same question?"

Wei Jing choked for a moment.

At the time, he only felt that Jiang Chu was annoying, like a nagging old woman checking up on him all the time.

Jiang Chu hung up the phone.

Then put the phone in a completely silent position.

After doing all this, she turned around abruptly and glared angrily at the person behind her who had started it all.

"Mr. Xie, may I ask what you were doing just now?"

"It's nothing," Xie Jing looked down at her, his gaze deep, "I just saw you weren't sitting properly, so I helped you up."

"Help me—" Jiang Chu was speechless, choked by his self-righteous attitude. "Help me with your mouth?!"

"I thought you could feel it," Xie Jing said softly, gently squeezing the girl's slender waist. "What do you think?"

Jiang Chu's body went even weaker.

She struggled a little. "Now that I'm sitting still, you can let go, right?"

Xie Jing remained unmoved. "You saw the sudden braking just now. If it happens again later, it's not safe for you to be wearing a seatbelt."

"I can tie it now—"

"No need," he said seriously. "Just sit here, it's not far anyway."

Jiang Chu: "…………"

Row.

Jiang Chu gritted her teeth inwardly.

She took a deep breath, and the blush on her face slowly faded a bit.

She stopped struggling and instead adjusted her position, sitting more steadily on Xie Jing's lap.

Then, as if nothing had happened, she casually turned her head to look at the night view rushing past the window and asked in a conversational tone, "Mr. Xie, do you usually get off work this late?"

Xie Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

The girl's sudden change made him a little wary, but he was more curious—what tricks was this little cat trying to pull when he had pushed it to the limit?

"It depends," he continued, picking up where she left off. "These past few days have been considered early."

"oh."

Jiang Chu responded, raised her right hand, and her fingertips fell naturally, gently tapping the large hand that was around her waist.

"You must be working really hard."

Her fingertips didn't retract, but instead slowly slid down the back of the man's hand, from the protruding knuckles to the clearly visible veins.

The movements were as light as a feather brushing the surface of water, yet carried a subtle, alluring provocation.

Xie Jing's arm muscles tensed almost imperceptibly for a moment.

Jiang Chu sensed it.

She chuckled inwardly, but showed no sign of it on her face. She continued to draw circles on the back of his hand with her fingertips, pressing the tendons and bones with varying pressure, her tone becoming increasingly relaxed.

"By the way, have you eaten?"

"...No." Xie Jing's voice was a few decibels lower than before.

"What do you want to eat later?"

Jiang Chu smiled and quietly lifted her left foot.

She leaned back in an extremely languid posture, her left toe wobbling slightly and brushing against Xie Jing's inner calf.

Through the thin fabric of those high-end custom-made trousers, she could clearly feel the firm muscles on the man's calves.

Xie Jing's fingers, which were around her waist, tightened suddenly.

"Don't move." His voice was low and carried a clear warning.

"I didn't move."

Jiang Chu blinked innocently, but her toes intensified, as if tapping a beat, lightly rubbing against his calf.

Sliding from the inside to the outside, and then probing a centimeter in from the edge of his trouser leg, I touched his slightly bulging Achilles tendon.

"...The car was just shaking."

Jiang Chu said innocently.

Xie Jing fell silent.

The atmosphere inside the carriage suddenly became thick and sticky.

He looked down at her.

The girl looked up, her face innocent and naive. Her beautiful eyes sparkled in the dim light of the carriage, like two pools of clear spring water.

But her mischievous toes were still dangling and drawing circles on his calves, one circle, two circles, three circles, teasing him in an extremely unrestrained manner.

She knew what she was doing.

Xie Jing felt his heart skip a beat.

He has had many experiences of being seduced.

Some women dressed sexily and alluringly, some pretended to be drunk and threw themselves into his arms, and some deliberately spilled red wine on his suit.

He would either avoid them, refuse them, or even have someone ask them to leave.

but--

This was the first time someone had dared to rub against his legs with such a timid and harmless face, and look at him with such a reckless gaze.

...Oh, right.

He often felt that she was like a kitten, which was understandable.

After all, cats are predators.

The heat surged up from his calves, burning past his knees and waist, spreading throughout his limbs and bones, quickly turning into a raging inferno.

Xie Jing raised his hand and tugged at the already loose collar of his shirt, feeling as if the air conditioning in the carriage had stopped working.

"Jiang Chu".

He called her name.

"Um?"

She was still smiling, and withdrew her toes from his calf, casually stepping on the expensive leather shoes.

The force was so light it was almost nonexistent, yet its presence was incredibly strong.

Xie Jing leaned down slightly, and with his other hand outstretched, he used his long arm to grab the slender ankle.

The man's palm was large and hot, his five fingers curled up, just enough to hold the girl's ankle in his palm.

His knuckles also had a thin layer of calluses, which brushed against her delicate skin, causing a subtle tremor.