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

The phone was still vibrating tirelessly.

Xie Jing looked away from the screen, when a sudden, warm pain shot through his neck.

He gritted his teeth and looked down at the girl lying on his chest.

The latter completely ignored him, and even loosened his jaw further, using the tip of his tongue to gently lick the shallow mark.

She could feel the bone moving up and down between her lips.

The phone was still ringing.

Jiang Chusong opened her mouth, stepped back, and looked up at him.

Her lips were still red and swollen, glistening with moisture, and the corners of her eyes were still damp from the kiss. Yet, her eyes were filled with a sly smile, like a triumphant little fox.

Xie Jing stared at her for a few seconds, the dark fire churning in his eyes intensifying.

He didn't speak, but simply traced her face with his gaze, a face that seemed to say, "I did it on purpose," and then, very slowly, the corners of his lips curved into a slight smile.

next second.

Jiang Chu felt a tightening around her waist.

Xie Jing grabbed her waist with one hand, lifted her up, and with the other hand swept away the things on the table, placing her directly on the edge of the dining table.

The cold wooden tabletop pressed against her thigh.

Jiang Chu subconsciously raised her hand to brace herself, but before she could regain her balance, the man had already pressed himself against her and squeezed between her legs.

He's too tall.

Even though Jiang Chu was sitting on the table, her line of sight was barely level with his.

As he approached, she was almost entirely enveloped in his shadow, the light completely blocked from her eyes.

Xie Jing leaned forward slightly, one hand resting on the table beside her, while the other hand cupped the back of her head again.

His thumb pressed behind her ear, caressing the blushing skin.

"What?" Xie Jing asked in a low voice, "You don't want me to answer?"

Jiang Chu's heart skipped a beat.

For some subtle reason, she genuinely found it interesting to do this, as if it were a form of revenge or a provocation.

Xie Jing looked at her with great interest.

Xie Qingyang usually doesn't make a series of phone calls in a short period of time unless it's urgent, but then again, she has capable people around her.

If any serious problems arise, Assistant Wang will contact me.

So although he had some doubts, he wasn't in a hurry.

"...Actually," Jiang Chu pursed her lips, "I just like seeing you struggle with your thoughts, it's quite amusing."

She whispered, tilting her head cutely, and lightly nudged his side with her knee.

Then I felt the muscles there tense up again.

Xie Jing didn't ask any further questions.

He lowered his head and kissed her passionately once again.

This kiss was completely different from the one before.

If the previous kiss still carried a hint of restrained probing, this one is nothing but unreserved aggression.

He pried open her teeth and plunged in, his tongue sweeping through every inch of her mouth, forcefully seizing her breath.

Jiang Chu was kissed so hard she could barely breathe.

Like a fish caught in a wave, all the oxygen was taken away by him, and then his own breath was given to him.

She instinctively tried to shrink back, but his hand held the back of her head firmly, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

Xie Jing's kiss slid down her lips to her chin, then burned all the way to behind her ears.

His hot breath brushed against the skin of her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.

Jiang Chu turned her head and rested her chin on his broad shoulder, "Feed..."

His hand slid up from her waist.

Through the thin fabric, she could feel the warmth of his palm, burning her back like a branding iron.

The man's fingertips traced the lines of his spine upwards, segment by segment, until they touched the slightly protruding buttons, where his fingers paused for a moment.

Jiang Chu's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

She didn't flinch, but buried her face in the crook of his neck and gently bit his neck.

That was a silent answer.

Xie Jing's breathing noticeably quickened.

He tightened his arms, pulling her closer to his embrace, and lowered his head to shower the girl's collarbone with more delicate kisses.

Jiang Chu couldn't help but bend over, her fingers sliding from the front of his shirt to his back.

She could clearly feel the raised lines of her shoulder blades, the thick muscles brimming with boundless power.

Xie Jing seemed to notice her distraction and, dissatisfied, gently bit the protrusion on her collarbone.

Jiang Chu took a breath.

He kissed her harder and harder, as if he wanted to reach her bones and blood through her skin and flesh.

She ran her fingers through the man's thick, short hair and gently pressed his head down.

The only sound in the room was the rapid breathing of the two people.

The courtyard outside the window is bathed in the soft glow of night lights, and occasionally a gentle evening breeze rustles against the glass wall.

Jiang Chu felt the scalding hot fingers sliding down her tailbone.

The phone rang again.

This time the vibration was more rapid than before.

She snapped out of her reverie and looked at the screen on the coffee table that had lit up again.

The caller ID showed an unfamiliar name.

"Um……"

Jiang Chu nudged Xie Jing's shoulder, her voice still hoarse from not having recovered, "The phone... is ringing again, see who it is."

Xie Jing stopped what he was doing.

He frowned, clearly annoyed by the untimely phone call.

But after glancing at the caller ID, the man's brow furrowed slightly. "A business partner."

Jiang Chu paused for a moment, then moved to the side and nimbly slid off the dining table.

She straightened her disheveled collar, pulled the bra strap back up from below her shoulder, and gathered her loose hair.

"Then you can answer it," Jiang Chu said. "I won't disturb your work."

Xie Jing didn't answer the phone immediately. Instead, he picked up his phone, looked at the little girl's well-behaved and harmless appearance, and gave her a deep look.

Does she consider this partner more important than Xie Qingyang, or is she afraid and wants to back out at the last minute?

Xie Jing wasn't in a hurry to find the answer; he simply nodded slightly and went to the window to answer the phone.

Jiang Chu dashed upstairs in a flash.

She went back to her room, washed her face, turned on her computer, completed several reports analyzing the works, and then began a new round of training.

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On the other side, Xie Qingyang finally mustered up the courage to make a second call, only to find that his father's line was busy.

She slammed her phone on the table.

What bad luck.

She figured Xie Jing was probably busy with work and didn't have time to answer her call, and this wasn't the first time this had happened.

A sense of powerlessness welled up inside me.

She had never encountered such a situation before in her life.

In the past, no matter what it was—school resources, competition slots, or arrangements for going abroad—as long as she asked, the people around her would arrange everything perfectly.

Xie Qingyang leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling for a long time.

It's getting late.

She could barely manage to call her father just now, but it's even less appropriate now, especially since she doesn't have anything urgent to say.

—Help a classmate's project get investment back?

It might be urgent for Wei Jing himself, but it's not so for others.

My phone vibrated.

Xie Qingyang picked it up and saw that it was sent by Lin Yuwei.

Two days ago, someone photographed a Lagunda Taraf taking Jiang Chu to school.

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I remember you have this car at home, don't you?