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

The man's tone was calm, but the criticism and disapproval it conveyed made Xie Qingyang feel extremely embarrassed.

However, Xie Qingyang dared not refute it.

Lin Yuwei and her group are definitely being loud and unruly, and if Xie Jing sees them, he will surely be displeased.

Thinking this, Xie Qingyang felt a little wronged, feeling that Xie Jing was being too nosy and didn't give him any face in front of outsiders.

But this man has always been like this.

"...Yes, Father, I will be more careful in the future."

Xie Qingyang lowered his head.

These words, however, had a completely different meaning to Wei Jing.

Because of the vast difference in family background between him and the Xie family, he always harbored an unspeakable pride and hidden pain in his heart during his interactions with Xie Qingyang.

He was admitted to Peking University with his absolute strength and intelligence. He was a genius in the eyes of his teachers and an outstanding person among his peers.

But in this circle, these things always seem insignificant in the face of absolute wealth and power.

At this moment, listening to Xie Jing's nonchalant words, he felt as if he were being mocked.

A surge of frustration and anger instantly welled up inside him.

—Even though his family background can't compare to the Xie family, and his parents are still respectable business people, why is he not worthy of being friends with the eldest daughter of the Xie family?!

Wei Jing's fingers clenched quietly at his side, his knuckles turning slightly white.

His thin lips pressed into a straight line, and he almost couldn't help but raise his head to say something.

For example, he relied on his own talent, not his family background.

For example, he is different from those second-generation rich kids who only know how to eat, drink, and have fun.

For example, Mr. Xie, you may be incredibly wealthy, but you have no right to so belittle the value of an individual.

But when he actually raised his eyes and met Xie Jing's unfathomable black eyes that seemed to see through everything, all the words stuck in his throat.

That gaze was calm and unwavering, devoid of contempt, mockery, or even any distinct emotion, yet it carried an absolute, condescending pressure.

Like a silent and massive iceberg, it can easily crush those arrogance and resentment to dust.

Wei Jing suddenly realized that in the other person's eyes, whatever he said or thought at this moment was probably just childish rambling, childish and laughable, not worth a second glance.

That newly formed courage vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, bone-deep sense of powerlessness.

In the end, he couldn't say anything. He just clenched his teeth even tighter, lowered his eyes, and avoided that chilling gaze.

Xie Jing took in Wei Jing's emotional change in that instant, but made no comment, as if he had only seen a speck of dust.

He withdrew his gaze and said calmly to Xie Qingyang, "The driver is at the door."

Xie Qingyang didn't dare to say anything more, and quickly agreed before leading Wei Jing and the others out.

The four of them walked out of the villa and into the garden. They only relaxed a little when they saw the large iron gate outside.

"I'll have the driver take you back."

As Xie Qingyang said this, he got into the Maybach with them.

"Qingyang, you're too kind! You should go back now, you don't need to come with us—"

One of her classmates saw her get into the car and quickly said something.

Xie Qingyang quickly shook his head.

She absolutely didn't want to share a villa with Xie Jing! Even if the villa was huge, she wouldn't want to!

"I was going home anyway," Xie Qingyang said, referring to the Xie family's old house. "It's in the same direction, so we can continue discussing our homework."

The car started quickly, and the bodyguards' vehicles followed at the same time.

-

Jiang Chu stayed in the spacious shower room for a while. The warm water washed away the chill and stickiness, and her whole body warmed up.

She dried herself with a soft bath towel and then carefully dried her slightly curly long hair with a hairdryer.

The girl in the mirror had a slightly flushed face from the steam, and her eyes were misty. Her loose, curly black hair fell over her shoulders, making her look languid and charming.

Jiang Chu, wrapped in a bath towel, pushed open the bathroom door, then suddenly stopped in her tracks.

A trolley has appeared at the bathroom entrance.

Several sets of clothes were neatly arranged on top.

They are all casual wear that looks simple but is of excellent quality.

There's an off-white cashmere knit cardigan paired with matching flowy trousers, a light gray silk shirt with black cigarette pants, and a light blue soft cotton jumpsuit.

The lower shelf also displays soft lambskin flats, low-heeled sandals, and mesh sneakers, in a full range of sizes and styles.

The middle layer contains a brand new, unopened set of underwear.

She tried it on and found that the size was just right.

Jiang Chu's heart stirred slightly.

Xie Qingyang was of average build, but slightly shorter and a bit heavier than me, and had a larger frame.

If the clothes I'm wearing fit perfectly, then they can't possibly be Xie Qingyang's clothes.

—Was it specially prepared by Xie Jing?

In such a short time?

Without much hesitation, she put on a tank top, then chose the V-neck off-white cashmere cardigan and trousers, and changed into suitable flat shoes.

The soft cashmere has a gentle touch and perfectly accentuates a slim waist and long legs.

She loosened her half-dry long hair, took a deep breath, pushed open the door, walked through the corridor, and headed towards the lobby on the first floor.

The living room downstairs was brighter than before, with the huge crystal chandelier fully turned on, illuminating the gleaming marble floor.

The last vestiges of the clamor left by the rich second generation have long since dissipated.

All that remains is a highly efficient and intense work atmosphere.

Xie Jing had moved to the reception area on one side of the living room and sat on a large single sofa.

In front of him was an open, thin laptop, its screen displaying complex graphs and data tables.

The assistants and technicians each occupied a corner, some standing, some sitting, exchanging hushed and rapid conversations, their fingers swiping across tablets.

Occasionally, someone would come up and quietly place a document or tablet on the low table next to Xie Jing, then quickly back away.

"...Regarding the lithium mine project, the local government has softened its stance and agreed to the additional terms we proposed. The Ministry of Mines means that we just need to send someone over to sign the formal agreement."

One of the assistants whispered, "But the budget for the community compensation plan is nearly 40 million higher than expected. The project team is unsure and would like to ask you for your decision."

Xie Jing nodded. "There's no need to skimp on this little bit of money. The reserves have all been explored; they're enough to feed us for at least twenty years. Compared to that period, this little expense is negligible. Also, tell them there's an additional condition—we'll build the infrastructure for the local community."

"Yes, Chairman."

An assistant immediately took notes.

Jiang Chu stood quietly at the corner of the stairs, not going down immediately.

The light outlined the man's focused, handsome profile; his cold, hard features remained completely unmoved as he discussed these decisions that controlled the flow of enormous amounts of capital.

It's as if those numbers that affect the fate of tens of thousands of people are just pieces on a chessboard that can be moved at will.

Jiang Chu took a deep breath and slowly walked over.

The assistants and technicians spotted her and immediately fell silent, as if a mute button had been pressed.

They didn't approach Xie Jing again.

The man on the sofa turned his head slightly, his deep, abyss-like eyes fixed on her.

He was slumped in the sofa, his suit jacket casually draped over the armrest, wearing only a fine dark gray shirt.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his slender forearms with bulging muscles and winding veins.

He wore an elaborate mechanical watch on his wrist.

The two locked eyes.

"...Thank you," Jiang Chu said somewhat awkwardly, "I mean, thank you for the clothes and shoes."

-

At the same time, inside the Maybach that had just entered the Fourth Ring Road, Xie Qingyang and Wei Jing were discussing their research topic.

"Oh dear," a classmate next to me said, "Where's Jiang Chu?"

Wei Jing was stunned.

Xie Qingyang looked concerned. "We just passed by the pool, and there was no one there. Sister Jiang Chu must have gone home by herself, right?"

Wei Jing frowned slightly.

Xie Qingyang glanced at him. "I hope Sister Jiang Chu wasn't frightened. My dad is very principled—"

Wei Jing frowned even more deeply.

He recalled Jiang Chu's personality: impulsive, shallow, and rude, which could indeed offend someone like Xie Jing!

Xie Jing just mentioned his level of skill in making friends.

Could it be referring to Jiang Chu?

After all, among the guests Xie Qingyang invited, only Jiang Chu came from a working-class family!

It must have been Jiang Chu's inappropriate words and actions that disgusted the Xie family head, causing Xie Qingyang to be reprimanded as well.

Wei Jing thought about it more and more and it seemed reasonable.

Xie Qingyang patted his shoulder, "Don't overthink it. Sister Jiang Chu isn't familiar with our circle yet, and there are many things she doesn't know. She didn't do it on purpose."

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "But... I heard that Sister Jiang Chu and Weiwei had a fight, and she hit Weiwei on the head with a kettle. Although I don't know what happened, it seems a bit too much."

Upon hearing this, Wei Jing felt that his own thoughts were correct, and his expression darkened.

Jiang Chu is indeed a good-for-nothing, always causing trouble and embarrassing himself. In the end, he even ran away without telling me!

Aren't you afraid he'll worry about her?

Does she still remember that she was his girlfriend?

Moreover, she didn't even own a car, so who was she with when she left?

Wei Jing looked out the window; he was almost home.

He took out his phone and dialed Jiang Chu's number directly. "I need to ask her where she is."