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

Jiang Chu was still leaning against the pillar, panting.

She subconsciously looked up.

The nearly 30-centimeter height difference made the man in front of her feel particularly intimidating at that distance.

Moreover, from her angle, her view was filled with that broad, thick chest, and the dark gray vest, soaked with sweat, was almost like a thin film stuck to her skin.

Beneath the semi-transparent fabric, the muscles bulging inside and the traces of sweat running down his chest were clearly visible.

She snapped out of her daze, quickly averting her gaze to stare at his cold, hard, chiseled jawline.

"Have you seen enough?"

A man's slightly amused voice came from above.

Jiang Chu's face flushed instantly.

"I didn't see it—" she instinctively retorted, "Uh, I was thinking about your question!"

"Hmm," Xie Jing said with a clear smile, "What have you figured out?"

As he spoke, he leaned forward a little more.

The man's breath landed directly on her forehead.

Jiang Chu's back was pressed tightly against the pillar. "Could you move a little further away?"

Why?

"...It's too hot."

Jiang Chu pursed her lips and said.

Actually, there is central air conditioning here, so the heat generated by exercise dissipates quickly.

but--

Her heart was still beating abnormally fast.

It was chaotic, arrhythmic, and randomly bumping into things in all directions.

Xie Jing looked down at the girl in front of him.

Her cheeks were as red as ripe peaches, and even her neck was tinged with a blush.

She was biting her lower lip, her eyes were darting around, and the tips of her ears were slowly turning red, yet she still had a stubborn little expression.

...So cute.

Xie Jing suppressed his anger and forcibly withdrew some inappropriate thoughts.

"So," his voice returned to its unhurried tone, "have you thought it through? Losing will come at a price."

"What?!" Jiang Chu was instantly furious. "Who said I lost?"

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly.

"It's a competition, not a duel. How can there be a single round that decides life or death?"

Jiang Chu raised her head, her tone defiant despite her lack of conviction, "Best two out of three is fair!"

Xie Jing stared at her silently for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

It wasn't a polite, half-hearted smile; I was genuinely amused by her.

Those usually cold and deep black eyes were now filled with a warm, almost indulgent smile.

His cold, aloof, and unapproachable demeanor completely melted away.

Jiang Chu's heart skipped a beat.

—This man's smile is so handsome.

"Alright." Xie Jing straightened up and took half a step back. "Best two out of three."

Jiang Chu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that she had temporarily saved her life.

"What do you want to compete in the second round?"

Xie Jing asked, his tone still carrying a lingering smile.

Jiang Chu's mind raced.

We must turn this around!

Her gaze swept quickly over Xie Jing.

Broad shoulders, thick back, narrow waist.

The muscles in the upper body are extremely well-developed.

The thickness of his pectoral and latissimus dorsi muscles made his torso as solid as a wall.

...Got it!

The larger the muscle volume, the more restricted the range of motion of the joint.

In particular, the large muscle groups around the shoulders, back, and hip joints, if overdeveloped, will act like natural shackles, restricting the range of motion of the body.

Jiang Chu's lips curled up slightly.

"Compare to this."

She took a few steps to the side and looked at the mirror next to her.

Then, he slowly raised his right leg.

Long legs, encased in black dance pants, were raised straight behind them, passing through ninety degrees, one hundred and twenty degrees, and one hundred and fifty degrees—

It only came to a stable stop when it was completely perpendicular to the ground.

Toes pointing towards the ceiling.

She tilted her head back slightly, resting the top of her head gently against her legs.

The entire movement was fluid and natural, without the slightest tremor or hesitation, as natural as eating or drinking.

The mirror wall reflected the complete image of this pose.

The young girl's slender body was like a fully drawn bow, forming an extremely beautiful, almost unbelievable vertical line from her toes to her fingertips.

Beneath the tank top, the beautiful lines of her waist and back were stretched to their fullest extent.

She held the position for a few seconds, then deftly pulled her leg back. "I guess this is a beginner's move... You want to try?"

Xie Jing: "..."

His expression didn't change much.

But deep within those dark eyes, a subtle sense of helplessness flashed: "To hold someone back."

"Yes," Jiang Chu said with a smile, "then touch it with your head."

Xie Jing sighed softly.

He lowered his head and stretched his shoulders, then turned to face the mirrored wall.

Jiang Chu's eyes widened involuntarily.

She was somewhat surprised.

—This guy actually wants to try?

Xie Jing raised his right leg.

His legs were long, and he wore black sweatpants, the outline of his muscles clearly visible beneath the trouser legs.

He lifted his leg back more slowly, and when it reached about 90 degrees, he could feel his hamstrings starting to protest strongly.

But he didn't stop.

He reached back with his right hand, grabbed his ankle, and began trying to pull his leg up further.

Jiang Chu's gaze drifted for a moment.

...From this angle, this guy's arms are really long.

To counteract the pulling force from lifting the hind leg, the man's core muscles tightened completely.

The tight vest was stretched to its limit, the fabric clinging tightly to every inch of his bulging muscles.

The abdominal muscles became increasingly defined and sharp, like raised stone slabs.

As he turned to the side, Jiang Chu's gaze unconsciously followed him.

The muscle lines meander down from the shoulders, converging into a tight, narrow arc at the waist, with the shoulder blades sliding slowly under the skin, like a lurking beast stretching its muscles.

The fabric of his vest clung to his back, outlining every groove and undulation.

Jiang Chu's fingers tightened slightly.

but--

But those thick muscles also became his biggest obstacle at this moment.

Because the muscle volume is too large, it severely restricts the extension range of the shoulder joint and thoracic spine.

His leg reached its limit when it was raised to about 120 degrees—not because he lacked strength, but because the physical volume of his muscles was squeezing against each other, making it impossible for him to extend his leg further.

His brow furrowed slightly.

Jiang Chu was actually a little surprised.

This range of motion actually far exceeded her expectations, so it seems that this guy's ligaments have undergone some training.

Her gaze slid over the man's chest, then glanced at his thighs, taking in the clearly defined curve of his quadriceps, as detailed in the instructional image.

Xie Jing held on for another two seconds before calmly letting go and putting his legs down.

"I can't do it."

He said calmly.

"So—" Jiang Chu put her hands on her hips, looked up at him, and said with undisguised smugness, "you lost too."

Xie Jing didn't dwell on the result. "Indeed."

One to one.

Jiang Chu couldn't help but smile.

I finally felt a bit better.

"The third round," Xie Jing's voice rang out calmly, "I'll make the choice."

Jiang Chu's smile froze on her face instantly.

"Why should I?!"

"I chose the first round, you chose the second round," Xie Jing said, looking at her as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "The third round is my turn."

"That won't do!" Jiang Chu immediately became alert. "What if you choose arm wrestling? Or bench press, deadlifts, or anything related to weightlifting? I'm doomed!"

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow and mimicked her tone, saying, "Didn't I fail just because you chose a ligament-strengthening sport?"

"...That's different!"

"What's different?"

"It's just different!" Jiang Chu declared confidently, "Because I hadn't even thought about the competition; you were the one who suddenly brought it up!"

Seeing her unyielding stance, Xie Jing's smile deepened.

"Then tell me, what constitutes fairness?"

"How about—" Jiang Chu tilted her head slightly and stared at him, "we'll draw lots."

"Um?"

"You write three projects, I write three projects, and we'll put them all in the draw."

As Jiang Chu spoke, she started taking out her phone, "We'll use a random lottery app, but there are rules—"

She held up one finger.

"First, it's not related to flexibility."

Another one was erected.

"Secondly, it can't be physical confrontation or anything purely about strength. I won't arm wrestle with you or go to that ring to box with you."

"Of course," Xie Jing looked down at her, "I wouldn't make such a request unless you wanted it."

What if I break this cute little guy?