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

His fingers tightened around his phone.

My partner on the other end of the phone was still rattling off key data.

He cannot afford to lose his composure at this critical juncture.

He didn't turn around. "...I understand. Send the proposal to my email."

Seeing that he didn't react, Jiang Chu suddenly became bolder.

She secretly moved to his side and stared at the part of his neck that wasn't completely covered by his shirt collar, revealing a small patch of skin.

Jiang Chu bent down, puffed out her cheeks, and leaned closer to that patch of skin—

He blew a breath.

"call."

Xie Jing's hand holding the phone suddenly paused.

He abruptly turned his head, his deep, dark eyes, as dark as a bottomless pool, dangerously locking onto the audacious kitten before him.

Jiang Chu trembled under his gaze and immediately shrank back as if burned, quickly taking two steps back, ready to slip away.

A dangerous fire ignited in Xie Jing's eyes.

The person on the other end of the phone was still rambling on: "Chairman Xie, what do you think of this profit-sharing plan? We—"

Xie Jing took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the restlessness that was about to erupt.

"50/50. If you don't accept that, find another partner. (End of message)"

"Smack."

The call was abruptly and decisively cut off.

Jiang Chu had already turned around, ready to flee back upstairs in a flash.

But she had only taken two steps when her wrist was firmly and unequivocally gripped by a large, hot hand.

"ah--!"

Jiang Chu was pulled back sharply, crashing into a warm and firm embrace.

The next second, her back pressed against the man's broad, hot chest, the thick, hard muscles pressing against her back through the thin shirt.

Xie Jing still held her wrist firmly with one hand.

He lowered his head, looking down at her, his dark eyes filled with an intense, unyielding darkness.

"Thank you—Mr. Xie," Jiang Chu said, pretending nothing had happened. "I just saw a mosquito next to you!"

"Really?" Xie Jing raised an eyebrow. "Then shouldn't I thank you?"

"Well, there's no need to be so polite," Jiang Chu rolled her eyes, "after all, you gave me a car—"

The man behind her lowered his head, drew closer to her, and his warm breath sprayed onto her cheek.

"But I still want to thank you properly."

He deliberately emphasized the syllables.

Jiang Chu pursed her lips, her beautiful big eyes widening, "...Then what do you want to do?"

Xie Jing stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled and turned her around. "You've got some nerve."

Jiang Chu's throat tightened under his gaze. "I... I learned it from you."

Xie Jing was stunned for a moment.

Jiang Chu: "..."

She herself didn't know what she was saying.

"You learned it from me?"

Xie Jing repeated the sentence.

Jiang Chu felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze and instinctively wanted to back away, but he held her firmly and she couldn't break free for a moment.

Xie Jing seized the opportunity to go a step further.

His tall frame almost completely enveloped her.

Jiang Chu carefully moved back, trying to get a little further away from him.

But for every inch she retreated, Xie Jing pressed forward an inch.

Finally, the man lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers.

"Don't move."

His voice was extremely low, as if it were being ground from the depths of his throat, carrying an undeniable danger.

Jiang Chu stood frozen in place, not daring to even breathe.

Xie Jing didn't move, he just stared at her.

In those deep, dark eyes, a complex mix of emotions she couldn't decipher surged—a mixture of teasing, playfulness, and a smoldering fire, but more than anything, aggression and possessiveness.

Jiang Chu's ears turned bright red from the heat.

Her heart was pounding like a drum, thumping and pounding in her chest, causing her chest to rise and fall slightly.

"I--"

She had just opened her mouth to say something.

Xie Jing extended his other hand and gently ran his fingertips across her chin with his well-defined knuckles.

The touch was so light, as light as a feather skimming across the water.

But the tingling sensation it evoked felt like an electric current shooting from his jaw all the way to behind his ear.

Xie Jing's fingertip stopped on her earlobe.

He slowly and gently rubbed the earlobe he had bitten with his thumb, the smile in his eyes deepening.

"Why is it so popular?"

Jiang Chu's cheeks instantly burned so hot they could fry an egg on them.

She opened her mouth, wanting to make some excuse, but the hand that was messing around on her earlobe suddenly slid down an inch and landed on the extremely sensitive skin on the side of her neck.

"..."

Jiang Chu froze.

The man's fingertips had a thin layer of calluses, and as they brushed against her delicate skin, they stirred up a series of subtle tremors.

She shrank her neck slightly, then had the back of her neck pressed down, and a large hand covered her completely, the intense heat burning and spreading across her cervical spine.

The feeling of being completely enveloped and completely controlled made Jiang Chu's whole body go limp.

Are you hot?

Xie Jing's voice rang softly above her head.

"Is it hot?" Jiang Chu asked, forcing herself to speak. "If I said yes, would you make me take my clothes off?"

Xie Jing chuckled softly.

He didn't speak again, but lowered his head and gently rested his chin on the top of her head.

Jiang Chu stood motionless.

The man was a full head taller than her.

She could feel his slightly protruding, bluish stubble brushing against her hair, and she could feel his steady, powerful breath falling on her forehead.

And the large hand encircling the back of her neck was very slowly stroking that delicate skin with its thumb.

Jiang Chu's thoughts drifted for a moment.

She had never been hugged like that before.

The man's body was like a dangerous yet safe cage, completely blocking out the outside world while also completely covering her.

Jiang Chu's hand curled up slightly, gripping the hem of his shirt.

She bent her index finger and slipped it inside the gap between the buttons of the man's shirt, gently tracing a line.

Xie Jing couldn't help but gasp.

The cool fingertips brushed against his hard abs, sending a tingling sensation through him like an electric spark, almost instantly arousing him.

He lowered his head, his deep black eyes like a spring breaking through the ice.

Snapped.

The man mercilessly gripped the girl's slender fingers.

He grabbed Jiang Chu's hand and pressed that small hand, which had just been playfully circling his abs, firmly against his burning chest.

Through his shirt, Jiang Chu could clearly feel how fast and how hard his heart was beating in his chest.

Each strike felt like a drumbeat on a war drum.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Chu raised her head and met his dangerous black eyes.

Her heart raced. "I'm worried you might have indigestion, so I'll rub your tummy?"

Xie Jing: "..."

"Jiang Chu," Xie Jing's thin lips brushed against her earlobe, his husky voice seeming to be rolled out from the deepest part of his throat, "Don't you want to sleep tonight?"

Jiang Chu's pupils suddenly contracted.

She subconsciously licked her lips, which had become dry from the heat. "Actually, I—"

Xie Jing's gaze swept over the bright red tip of her tongue.

His patience seemed to have completely run out at this moment.

Before Jiang Chu could react, the large hand gripping her wrist suddenly pulled her upwards, mercilessly drawing her into that broad, warm embrace.

Then, his other hand slid from the back of her neck to her chin, his well-defined fingertips pinching her chin and forcing her to tilt her head back.

"..."

The man's thin lips pressed down without warning.