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

Sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows onto the handmade carpet.

Xie Qingyang was wearing a silk bathrobe and holding a cup of freshly made black coffee.

She leaned back on the off-white leather sofa and looked at the photos Lin Yuwei had sent her one last time.

The location of the photo is clearly the west gate of Kyoto University.

Wei Jing had shown him the photos before; the car in them was blurry and abstract, but the location matched this one.

only--

This picture is slightly clearer; at least you can tell the car model, but unfortunately the license plate number is incomplete.

Aston Martin.

Taraf.

Xie Qingyang didn't actually know much about cars.

When she goes out, she either rides in a Rolls-Royce or Maybach arranged by her family, or in a limited edition Ferrari or Porsche.

She is not sensitive to cars that cost tens of millions of dollars, are limited in number worldwide, and do not look particularly eye-catching.

My father was indeed a car collector.

But many of the cars were gifts from others.

However, Xie Jing probably couldn't even immediately tell how many cars he owned; he would have to rely on a list provided by his assistant to count them.

Xie Qingyang thought to himself.

The garage at Yunxiang Road Manor, which is comparable to an underground palace, is filled with top-of-the-line cars from various eras and brands.

Although she rarely visited, and when she did, she never stayed long, she was aware of this.

That place was more of Xie Jing's private territory, and he didn't like anyone disturbing him.

and so--

Xie Qingyang wasn't sure if his family actually owned the car that Lin Yuwei had mentioned, the one that was suspected of being given to Jiang Chu.

She put down her coffee cup and dialed Zhang's assistant's number.

"Young Miss, you wanted to see me?"

The other party's voice was as respectful and steady as ever.

"Assistant Zhang, I sent you a photo on WeChat. Please take a look."

Xie Qingyang said casually, "A Lagonda Taraf. Doesn't my dad own one?"

Assistant Zhang paused briefly. "Miss, please wait a moment while I check the photos."

Xie Qingyang immediately added, "Also, in Beijing, who else owns a car like this? I'm guessing it's a limited edition?"

That's what she really wants to know.

In her opinion, Jiang Chu, a shallow person with only beauty and no brain, could never have any interaction with her father.

So Xie Qingyang didn't think about it in that way.

Even though they did have a chance to meet that night, she still didn't consider the possibility.

She felt that Jiang Chu must have fled in panic when her father arrived, just like the others, and probably even more distraught than the others.

"Young Miss".

Assistant Zhang began, "There is indeed a Lagonda Taraf in the chairman's garage. This car was indeed in limited supply in China back then, but there are a few in Beijing."

"Oh?" Xie Qingyang raised an eyebrow. "Who are the car owners?"

"For example, Mr. Sun from Hongcheng Energy, and Chairman Li from Wanhai Group..."

Assistant Zhang mentioned several companies in succession.

These are all relatively low-profile conglomerate families. Of course, their strength and foundation are far inferior to the Xie family.

Assistant Zhang paused for a moment, then said, "Miss, you suddenly asked about this because you want me to check which company's situation it is? The license plate in the photo is too blurry, but if needed, I can go to the traffic management bureau to check the records immediately."

Xie Qingyang scoffed lightly after hearing this.

"No need to check. I was just asking casually."

She hung up the phone and sent a message to Lin Yuwei in reply.

Lin Yuwei posted this photo simply to find out which other wealthy young men in Beijing drive this car.

pity--

Xie Qingyang twitched the corner of his mouth.

None of those who own this car are young masters.

Mr. Sun is almost eighty years old this year, and it seems that Mr. Li, the general manager of Wanhai Group, also celebrated his sixtieth birthday recently, as did the others.

Xie Qingyang's expression became more sarcastic.

No wonder.

Jiang Chu was putting on airs with Wei Jing, but it turned out he really did have a new sugar daddy.

The image of Wei Jingjun's handsome face flashed through her mind, and then she thought of those old men, some with wrinkled faces and others with bloated bellies, and couldn't help but sneer.

I initially thought Jiang Chu was playing hard to get, but it seems I overestimated her.

That woman simply found a richer ATM who was more willing to shower her with money.

...That's truly self-degrading.

Xie Qingyang picked up his coffee and took a sip, his eyes practically overflowing with disdain.

She relies entirely on her looks to please men, selling her young body to accompany those old men. Even if she manages to get a few luxury items from them or ride in a luxury car worth tens of millions, so what?

In the true elite circles of Beijing, these women who rise to power through their bodies don't even have the right to sit at the table for a meal.

not to mention--

With a talent like Wei Jing, his future is limitless.

Jiang Chu, that fool, doesn't know how to cherish things; he'll regret it sooner or later.

After sending the message, Xie Qingyang locked her phone and never thought about it again.

To her, Jiang Chu, who came from a poor background and wasn't smart, had no right to be her rival in love.

Not to mention that they've all given up on themselves now.

If Wei Jing knew that a woman was sleeping with an old man, he would definitely feel disgusted.

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the other side.

Lin Yuwei was sitting in a private room getting her nails done when her phone vibrated.

She clicked on Xie Qingyang's reply, and her eyes narrowed instantly.

The other party's wording was very elegant and tactful, but Lin Yuwei was able to quickly extract its meaning.

—In Beijing, only old men own that kind of car!

Jiang Chu has probably really found a new sugar daddy!

No wonder!

Lin Yuwei suddenly straightened up, almost knocking the nail technician's hand, which was applying nail polish to her nails, askew.

"Miss Lin, be careful..."

The nail technician was startled.

"It's okay, you can continue."

Lin Yuwei gave a perfunctory reply, but her brain was working at a rapid pace.

She had previously approached General Manager Zhao of Hengyuan Building Materials, but he brushed her off and refused to fire Jiang Chu's father.

Lin Yuwei was completely baffled. What was Jiang Chu's ability that made President Zhao protect her so much?

That's why she inquired around in her school's social circle and eventually got her hands on the photo of the Aston Martin.

Now, everything makes sense.

The people Xie Qingyang mentioned were enough to make President Zhao wary.

The reason why President Zhao dared not touch Jiang Chu's father was definitely because the "old benefactor" behind Jiang Chu was pulling out all the stops to protect him!

"hehe……"

Lin Yuwei looked at her phone screen and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

That woman's coy and timid appearance made her look like a vixen; she was indeed a gold-digging slut at heart!

A twisted sense of pleasure and extreme contempt spread through my heart.

She had even begun to imagine how Jiang Chu would fawn over and beg for favors from those wrinkled old men who might have had unusual fetishes.

Since you're so shameless, don't blame me for tearing your fig leaf off completely!