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

Jiang Chu's smile faltered.

"It's not shaking anymore?"

Xie Jing looked down at her, his voice low and hoarse, his eyes filled with an intense, dark aura.

Jiang Chu felt a burning sensation from his gaze and instinctively tried to pull her foot back.

But he gripped it even tighter.

"You've got guts."

Xie Jing tilted his head slightly, his thumb rubbing the inside of her ankle.

Sensing the girl's body stiffen slightly, he smiled faintly. "Speak."

Jiang Chu forced herself to speak, "...It hurts a little."

Actually, my feet don't hurt.

He simply grabbed her without much force, but the way he leaned down on her made her feel slightly uncomfortable.

Upon hearing this, Xie Jing paused for a moment, then released his hand and straightened up, watching as that slender little foot quickly retracted and hung motionless at his side.

The girl in his arms sat obediently, showing no trace of her previous mischievousness.

The tall trees on both sides of the road intertwined outside the car window, forming a dim tunnel, with dappled light and shadow flickering on the faces of the two people.

The manor gates unfolded at the edge of the field of vision.

Xie Jing got out of the car first, straightened the hem of his coat which had been slightly wrinkled from being rubbed by someone, and turned around to extend a hand to Jiang Chu.

Jiang Chu hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she put her hand into that large, warm palm.

The man naturally lifted her up and helped her out of the car.

The night breeze carried the unique coolness of autumn.

Jiang Chu tidied her slightly messy hair, and as soon as she raised her head, her gaze froze.

Bathed in the warm yellow glow of the courtyard lamps in the manor, on the round parking space in the front yard paved with imported granite—

A gleaming black steel behemoth was parked there silently.

Low-slung, streamlined, muscular yet elegant.

The aggressively styled polygonal headlights resemble the squinting eyes of a beast, while the deep black honeycomb grille almost swallows the entire front fascia.

The waistline, which extends from the hood to the rear of the car, creates a sense of power, like an arrow poised to be released at any moment.

The streamlined roofline of the Sportback slopes smoothly down to the wide rear spoiler, eventually converging on the distinctive oval exhaust pipes.

The matte black paint gleamed with a subtle yet dangerous metallic sheen under the courtyard lights.

Audi RS7 Sportback.

The car of her dreams in her past life.

Jiang Chu's breath hitched for a second, then she took a deep breath and blinked several times, almost unable to believe what she was seeing.

The steel behemoth she had seen countless times in videos was now quietly parked in front of her.

—And, theoretically, it still belongs to her.

"...It's so beautiful."

Jiang Chu couldn't help but mutter a word to herself, as if drawn by an invisible thread, and walked towards the car.

She slowly walked around the front of the car, her gaze almost greedily tracing the design details that captivated her.

Sharp, blade-shaped LED daytime running lights.

The wheels are almost touching the ground, with 21-inch black cast alloy wheels featuring a double five-spoke design.

The understated silver logo located at the rear.

She bent down and examined the internal polishing of the pair of oval exhaust pipes closely, then stretched out her finger and almost reverently stroked the sharp crease on the hood.

The matte paint has a delicate and smooth feel, with the cool touch unique to new cars, like a docile beast waiting for its owner's inspection.

"...He's gone."

Xie Jing's voice came from behind, seemingly tinged with helplessness.

"Oh—here it comes."

Jiang Chu agreed verbally, but her eyes couldn't bear to leave the car for even a moment.

She took two steps forward reluctantly, but before she had gone three meters, she couldn't help but turn her head and look back one last time.

The car's aggressive headlights seemed to be flirting with her.

Her feet seemed to be held in place by an invisible magnet.

Jiang Chu, as if possessed, took two steps back.

"I'll just take one more look, just one more glance..."

She couldn't help but reach out again, gently brushing her hand around the car body, from the door handle to the rearview mirror, and then to the sharp waistline of the car window.

"Is it really mine?"

She looked up and turned around, her eyes shining like two little stars, and asked the man standing on the steps.

Xie Jing stood on the marble steps and sighed slightly upon hearing this.

He was just doing a small favor by giving her the car; he wanted to see the girl happy.

Unexpectedly, a little cat could be this happy in front of this cold, steel machine.

The posture was focused and devout, and it seemed completely unguarded, as if the person was fully immersed in joy.

For a moment—

Xie Jing almost felt a pang of jealousy.

As the chairman of Tianyu Group, the richest man in Beijing, and a prominent figure on the world's rich list, how could he possibly lose to a car with four rings in his own manor today?

Then he thought it was utterly stupid.

How could you have such a thought?

but--

Perhaps this illustrates that he cares about someone more than he realizes.

He stood there for a few seconds, then came to his senses and looked at the slender figure not far away.

"...Jiang Chu."

Xie Jing lowered his voice.

"Huh? Oh!"

Jiang Chu gave a perfunctory reply, his steps still hesitant, his eyes occasionally glancing in the direction of the RS7.

"Coming, coming right away!"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but glance back again.

Xie Jing: "..."

Fine.

Jiang Chu moved towards the steps, looking back every few steps.

It seemed as if the car would disappear like a bubble once it was out of sight.

Xie Jing finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He sneered, took long strides, and walked up to Jiang Chu in a few steps.

"—Huh?!"

Jiang Chu was still looking back at the RS7 with lingering reluctance, completely unaware that the man was already approaching.

She only felt her vision suddenly blur.

The next second, an extremely strong arm steadily passed under her knees, and another hand unequivocally supported her back.

A tremendous feeling of being lifted into the air washed over me instantly.

Jiang Chu gasped in surprise, her entire body leaving the ground. She instinctively reached out to grab the nearest support—but ended up grabbing Xie Jing's shirt collar.

Xie Jing gently and easily carried her in his arms, as if he were holding not a living person, but a weightless ball of cotton.

"...I can walk!"

Jiang Chu's face instantly burned up to the roots of her neck, and she squirmed frantically in the man's arms, trying to break free.

"yes."

Xie Jing looked down at the struggling girl in his arms. "I don't think so."

"I can walk, I can walk! I just didn't get enough of looking..."

"Not enough?" Xie Jing raised an eyebrow. "Should we bring out the whole dining table so you can eat next to the car?"

Jiang Chu: "..."

Jiang Chu: "Then you don't have to wait for me."

Xie Jing looked at her without saying a word.

Jiang Chu was still struggling in vain.

She was quite strong, and her core was also strong, but her arm, which was positioned across her waist, was as hard as a rock.

And no matter how much she struggled, the man in front of her didn't change his breathing rate much.

"Put it down—"

Xie Jing suddenly tightened his grip, pulling her closer to his chest.

"If you move again, I'll kiss you."

Jiang Chu froze.