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

The next morning.

Jiang Chu was awakened by the sound of pattering rain.

She groggily opened her eyes, sat up, and drew back the curtains.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky was overcast, with leaden clouds hanging low. Fine autumn rain fell silently on the lake, stirring up tiny ripples.

The tall trees in the courtyard were bathed in rainwater, their branches and leaves washed clean and glossy, making them appear even more lush and vibrant.

Jiang Chu leaned against the bed, opened her phone, and checked the weather forecast.

This rain isn't going to stop anytime soon.

Looks like I won't be able to do my morning workout in the yard.

Jiang Chu actually quite enjoys exercising in the open air, in a natural environment. It might be a bit troublesome at school, but it's more comfortable here.

Unfortunately, today is not a good day.

She went to wash up first, then opened the wardrobe and found it had been filled with more clothes, including various sportswear and dance practice clothes.

Jiang Chu changed into a set of clothes that were easy to exercise in, tied her hair in a high ponytail, and ran into Butler Wang in the corridor as she went out.

"Are there any larger, more spacious rooms?"

She asked somewhat shyly, "I want to move around a bit. Some movements require a lot of space, and I'm afraid I'll break things in the bedroom—"

Butler Wang suddenly realized what was going on, and nodded with a smile, "Miss Jiang, please come with me."

They walked through the main corridor on the first floor, through an extremely inconspicuous hidden door, and down a wide spiral staircase.

The walls of the staircase are fitted with soft motion-sensor lights that illuminate one after another as the two people walk.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of rainwater and green plants.

"This is the basement of the manor," Butler Wang explained as they walked. "When the chairman is at home, he sometimes comes here to exercise."

At the bottom of the spiral staircase, a heavy glass door automatically slides open.

Inside was an enormous space.

It looks to be at least three or four hundred square meters.

The ground was covered with dark gray professional sports flooring, which was as smooth and flat as a mirror.

On the left is a large strength training area, with top-of-the-line equipment from Smith machines to cable machines, dumbbell racks to barbell plates, rowing machines to climbing machines, all polished to a shine.

The right side is the aerobic zone, with treadmills, elliptical trainers, air bikes, etc., all facing the same direction.

Over there is a giant floor-to-ceiling glass wall, outside which is an exquisite sunken courtyard.

Completely different from the lake and garden on the ground, it is surrounded by high walls on all sides, forming an independent and secluded private space.

The ground is paved with dark volcanic rock slabs, and in the center is a minimalist rectangular shallow pool with a few emerald green water lily leaves floating on the surface.

At the end of the shallow pool stands a rough natural stone wall, and rainwater flows slowly down along the texture of the stone wall, forming a natural water curtain.

Several neatly trimmed black pines and a few maple trees were planted around the area, their branches and leaves swaying slightly in the autumn rain.

The design of the entire courtyard is extremely restrained and austere, carrying a silent yet powerful beauty.

Jiang Chu withdrew her gaze and walked to an open space inside the gym.

Several minimalist industrial-style chandeliers hang high above, casting soft and even light.

The entire space is open, airy, and quiet.

There's a fighting ring here, next to a large open space and a whole wall of mirrors, making it look like a natural dance studio.

"here……"

Jiang Chu turned to look at Butler Wang, and asked hesitantly, "May I work out here? Is this Mr. Xie's private gym?"

"You don't need to worry," Butler Wang said with kind eyes. "The boss has already instructed that Miss Jiang can use any facilities inside or outside the villa at will."

He paused, "There's an independent fresh air system and constant temperature air conditioning here, so you can adjust the temperature as needed. If you need audio equipment, the panel on the wall can connect via Bluetooth. Just press the call button on the wall if you need anything."

"...Okay, thank you."

Jiang Chu gave him a bright smile.

Butler Wang bowed and withdrew.

In an instant, she was the only one left in the entire huge underground gym.

Listening to the faint sound of raindrops falling in the shallow pool outside the wall, Jiang Chu did ten minutes of warm-up exercises, stretching and loosening her joints.

After warming up, she stood in the middle of the empty rubber floor and hesitated for a moment.

Anyway, there's nobody here.

She walked to the control panel on the wall, turned on the Bluetooth connection, and used her phone to search for the gym's sound system.

She scrolled through the playlist on her phone and selected a purely instrumental piece.

The moment the music started, the entire gym was filled with ethereal and melodious string sounds.

The melody unfolds extremely slowly, like a glacier melting slowly under the sun, or like a giant bird spreading its wings in the endless sky.

The overtones of the strings soared high, while the bass of the piano murmured at the bottom, the two intertwining to create a distant yet full, almost sacred sound field.

Jiang Chu closed her eyes.

She let the music flow for a few bars, letting the melodies soak into her body like water.

Then she raised her hand.

A slight tremor in the fingertips, like a petal being blown by the wind.

Immediately afterwards, the tremor spread from the fingertips to the wrist, from the wrist to the forearm, and from the forearm to the shoulder—like a silent wave, slowly passing through the body.

Her back began to pulsate.

Each vertebra seemed to be awakened by the music, slowly unfolding one by one.

She leaned back, her long ponytail sweeping across her back, revealing a taut, slender waistline.

Then, lowering his center of gravity, he slowly raised one leg, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

An impromptu, free expression of the body.

Her movements were sometimes extremely slow, as if she were floating underwater, with every muscle resisting some kind of invisible resistance.

At times, it erupts suddenly, from violent head shakes and sharp turns to leaping into the air and doing a split.

Rainwater flowed along the stone wall, and water droplets on the water lily leaves rolled one by one into the pond.

Indoors, it's her dance; outdoors, it's the rain's dance.

The two elements formed a strange, silent echo on either side of that huge glass wall.

Jiang Chu was completely absorbed.

She forgot where she was, forgot whose house it was, and forgot the kiss from last night that had made her heart pound like a drum.

The strings layered upon each other at the climax, like countless beams of light piercing through the clouds at the same time.

Jiang Chu's movements also escalated to an extreme.

She did three consecutive spins, her ponytail swinging in the air in a beautiful arc, and then suddenly stopped the moment the last note fell.

An arm stretched towards the ceiling, the fingertips trembling slightly.

He placed his other hand on his chest.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and a few stray hairs clung to her slightly flushed cheeks.

The next song started playing automatically from the speakers.

The piano prelude is light and bright, like the first ray of sunlight piercing through the clouds after a rain.

At the same time, the heavy glass door of the underground gym slid open silently.

"..."

Xie Jing actually got up a little earlier.

However, he had some urgent matters to attend to, and he was busy for more than half an hour, so he arrived at the gym a little late.

When he arrived at the basement level, he was still wearing headphones, listening to his assistant, Wang, report on the progress of the negotiations.

Just as Assistant Wang finished speaking, he happened to walk to the door and saw the figure inside.

Xie Jing suddenly stopped.

In that instant, all sounds turned into blurry background noise.

His entire attention was captured.

In the most spacious area at the back of the gym, a slender and graceful figure was dancing to music.

The black tank top clung to her supple and slender body, revealing her smooth shoulders and back and her lean waistline.

She was like a flame that had been ignited, or like a raindrop falling into a lake.

—Free, fluid, and belonging to no one.

Xie Jing stood motionless inside the glass door.

"...The chairman?"

Assistant Wang's voice came through the earphones, tinged with a hint of doubt.

Xie Jing did not respond immediately.

Outside the glass wall, the autumn rain fell silently.

Inside, the piano melody flowed brightly and warmly.

And that girl, caught between the two, was like a flower unaware that she was being watched, blooming freely and without reservation.

The man at the door stood there, his gaze fixed on the figure spinning and leaping to the music.