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

Jiang Chu's movements suddenly stopped.

She saw a blurry, swaying black shadow in the mirror and instinctively turned her head to look towards the entrance.

Xie Jing was walking slowly in from outside the door.

He wore a gray sports vest with a low neckline, the fabric clinging to his body.

Jiang Chu's gaze involuntarily moved down from his face.

Her gaze swept over the man's broad shoulders, the outline of his deltoid muscles forming a full, smooth arc along the outer edge of his vest, extending from his acromion all the way to his upper arm.

It was a well-proportioned and powerful curve, not overly exaggerated, with clearly defined biceps and triceps muscles, and slightly protruding veins that extended all the way to those large, well-defined hands.

and--

The vest had a very low neckline, almost reaching the middle of the sternum.

So she saw his well-defined pectoral muscles, thick and bulging, with clean lines, and a faint shadow at the center that rose and fell slightly with his steady breathing.

The vest's fabric clung tightly to the abdomen, revealing glimpses of the abdominal muscles and the sharply narrowed waistline, forming a perfect inverted triangle with the shoulders.

Rationally speaking, Jiang Chu knew that staring at people like that wasn't a good thing, but she just couldn't help wanting to take a few more glances.

She even noticed that Xie Jing's skin was surprisingly clean.

Under the light, it presents a warm, healthy white color.

From his smooth, strong arms to the slightly loose neckline of his vest, there was no excess hair to be seen, making him look like a meticulously crafted sculpture.

The only thing that detracts from this sculptural feel is the black wireless earphones he's wearing.

And those dark, deep eyes.

Jiang Chu's heart started racing again.

In fact, she was not unfamiliar with the opposite sex's body.

She has learned more than one dance style and has danced with many men with good figures, and there have been quite a few intimate encounters with them.

Not to mention those I've seen before.

She knew a whole bunch of male dancers—strong, lean, slender, plump, and delicate.

But I don't know why, I've never been so moved as I am today, as I am right now.

"……Good morning."

Jiang Chu took a deep breath and greeted the man who was walking towards her.

Xie Jing stood tall with a steady gait, each step exuding a composed yet authoritative air.

Perhaps it was because of the exposed arms that there was a certain primal wildness and aggression in that composure.

Jiang Chu felt her face getting hot, so she quickly turned around, picked up her phone, and stopped the music. "Butler Wang said you said I could come in—"

Xie Jing stopped two meters away from her. "Hmm."

Jiang Chu blinked. "So, do you want to train? Or do you need me to go out? Actually, I originally wanted to go to the yard, but it's raining."

Xie Jing looked down at her. "You're right here. You can do whatever you want."

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't speak. He simply turned and walked towards the strength training area.

Jiang Chu stared at his retreating figure.

For some reason, I have a feeling that this guy is running away.

She shook her head to dismiss the strange thought, but couldn't help looking at the other person's back.

The dark gray fabric of the vest clung tightly to his broad back, and his thick latissimus dorsi muscles stretched out in a beautiful fan shape on both sides of his shoulder blades.

He reached up and took the barbell plate from the rack, revealing the serratus anterior muscle clearly along the lower edge of his latissimus dorsi and the side of his waist, as if it had been sculpted with teeth marks.

The hem of his vest rode up when he bent over, revealing a small section of his side waist.

The skin there was firm and smooth, and the lines of the external oblique muscles were as crisp and clean as if they had been sculpted with a knife.

Jiang Chu: "..."

She turned around abruptly and stared at her slightly flushed face in the mirror.

calm.

You're not here to admire other people's bodies.

She took a deep breath and decided to find something to do.

Jiang Chu walked to the dumbbell rack at the very edge of the equipment area and glanced at the dumbbells, which were arranged neatly from light to heavy weight.

She took off the top pair, stepped back a few paces, and found a spot to stand next to the mirror.

Then start doing some simple upper body exercises.

— Lateral raises, front raises, bent-over flyes, etc., are used to strengthen the rotator cuff muscles and upper back stability.

Jiang Chu had prior experience with weight training, and she performed the exercises in sets, rotating them as she went, demonstrating great skill.

But her gaze kept drifting towards Xie Jing.

The latter had already walked to the front of the Smith machine and bent down to hang barbell plates on both ends of the bar.

Jiang Chu couldn't see the exact number, but she could tell from the thickness that it was probably several times her own weight.

She watched Xie Jing begin to do squats.

His squatting motion was slow and controlled, with his knees always aligned with his toes.

At the lowest point, the quadriceps on the front of the thigh suddenly swell under the wrap of the athletic pants, and the outline of the muscle is clearly visible.

Then he exerted his strength to stand up.

The moment I stood up, the abdominal muscles under my sports vest seemed to be suddenly tightened by an invisible rope, making them stand out one by one.

His lower body muscles were also stretched to their limit at the peak of his exertion, creating an extremely dangerous curve in his black athletic pants.

Jiang Chu's lateral raises came to a complete halt.

She stared intently at that spot.

Xie Jing completed one set in a row, put the barbell back in its fixed position, took a breath, and grabbed a towel to wipe away the sweat.

Looking at those cold, sharp jawline, Jiang Chu felt her cheeks getting hotter and hotter, so she quickly continued with her actions.

But I couldn't help but glance at someone out of the corner of my eye.

After finishing his squats, Xie Jing walked to the pull-up bar next to him.

He raised his hands and grasped the thick iron pole above his head.

Jiang Chu subconsciously turned her head and looked at the abs under the lifted hem of her shirt. The muscles were clearly defined and neatly arranged, and the V-line was as deep as if it had been chiseled, making them extremely sexy.

She felt a tightness in her throat.

She even unconsciously bit her lower lip.

...Stop looking.

It seemed fine for a short time, but after so long it seems a bit off.

Jiang Chu tried to regain her morality and humanity, but she soon found that it was of no use.

She was still staring at the man's back, watching the muscles that fanned out like layers of a fan during his pull-up.

—The trapezius, rhomboid, and latissimus dorsi muscles tightened and bulged layer by layer, surging and pulsating beneath the dark gray vest.

His arm paused for a second at its highest point.

The biceps also seemed to be swollen to the extreme, with the muscle fibers under the skin clearly visible, covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Under the warm light, it shimmered with a dizzying, erotic glow.

Then he slowly descended.

The descent is slower than the ascent, and every inch is subject to centrifugal control.

His shoulder blades slowly unfolded on his back, like two folded wings reopening.

Jiang Chu had forgotten what she was supposed to do.

She maintained a strange posture, holding the dumbbell in her hand as if she were about to smash the glass mirror in front of her.

After Xie Jing finished a set of pull-ups, he let go and landed, then turned to look at her.

When Jiang Chu met his gaze, she felt her already hot cheeks suddenly heat up even more.

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "What are you looking at?"

Jiang Chu pursed her lips, "...I wasn't looking at anything, I was just a little distracted."

Xie Jing pondered for a moment, "Really? I thought you were looking at me."

He kept staring at her, making Jiang Chu feel very uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but turn her head away, and started talking nonsense, "What's so great about you? It's just pull-ups, I can do that too."

Seeing her wandering gaze, Xie Jing slightly curled the corners of his lips. "Really? How about we have a competition?"