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

Xie Qingyang's eyes flickered. "Since Sister Jiang Chu said that, I bet she wasn't joking."

Wei Jing is still young. Even if he makes money, he won't squander it like those people, and he won't buy his girlfriend luxury cars every now and then.

But if Jiang Chu really is being kept by some rich older man, then it wouldn't be surprising if he bought her a car.

Thinking of this, a hint of contempt flashed in Xie Qingyang's eyes.

People like Jiang Chu don't have any real skills of their own, so they can only rely on others to make a living.

Wei Jing was unaware of Xie Qingyang's thoughts, only assuming that this young lady was naive and had actually believed Jiang Chu's lies.

"Let's just ignore her—"

He was about to continue speaking.

boom!

A deep, powerful, and explosive engine roar suddenly came from the depths of the garage.

That was the deep and violent roar of the V8 twin-turbocharged engine.

—It growled like a wild beast that had been awakened.

Wei Jing froze.

He has some knowledge of cars and is quite sensitive to mechanical performance.

Wei Jing subconsciously looked in the direction from which the sound came.

At the corner of the passageway deep inside the garage, a sharp LED daytime running light beam cut out first.

Immediately afterwards, an all-black Audi RS7, like a lurking black panther awakening, drove out from the depths of the passage.

The front of that car was extremely aggressive.

The huge hexagonal honeycomb grille almost occupies the entire front of the car.

The sharp matrix LED headlights on both sides resemble two half-closed beast eyes.

Beneath the wide wheel arches is an extremely exaggerated set of multi-spoke forged wheels, and the color of the brake calipers stands out against the black body.

The overall aura of the car can be described in two words:

Fierce.

After the RS7 exited the lane, a white SUV was reversing into the parking space ahead, blocking the lane leading to the exit.

The black RS7 had to stop and wait quietly in place.

The engine had slowed to idle, but you could still hear that low-frequency, muffled sound of something poised to go.

Wei Jing's pupils suddenly contracted.

Because the RS7 was parked less than ten meters away from his Porsche.

The driver's side window is under the light.

The car windows weren't tinted completely, so outsiders could see the face inside.

Jiang Chu.

She rested one hand on the steering wheel, while her other elbow casually leaned against the window frame.

The delicate lines of her profile were particularly clear under the ambient lighting.

She was looking down at her phone, seemingly waiting for the car in front of her to finish backing up.

Wei Jing was stunned for three seconds.

Then he slammed his car door shut and strode toward the black RS7.

"Jiang Chu!"

Jiang Chu heard footsteps and looked up.

Wei Jing walked to her car window and looked down at her in the driver's seat.

His eyes held a complex mix of emotions—shock, disbelief, and a sense of offense.

"This car," Wei Jing's voice was extremely low, his jaw taut, "what happened to it?!"

Jiang Chu put down her phone expressionlessly.

Wei Jing's gaze swept over the car's brand-new interior.

The leather on the steering wheel still had the unique luster of a new car, the stitching on the seats showed no signs of wear, and there were almost no fingerprints on the center console.

This is a brand new car that I just picked up recently.

If it's fully equipped, it'll probably cost two million!

It's more expensive than my own car!

"Where did this come from?!"

He questioned.

Jiang Chu looked at Wei Jing's cold face, which was slightly distorted by shock and doubt, and found it quite ridiculous.

In his mind, Jiang Chu should always be someone from an ordinary family who has nothing but her looks and dancing skills, someone who needs to look up to him.

So I keep an eye on him all the time, afraid that someone will take him away.

He can be indifferent to her, ignore her, and flirt with other girls.

But because of just one sentence from him, she can no longer film dramas or create her own accounts on social media platforms.

"Wei Jing," Jiang Chu said indifferently, "excuse me. The cars in front have all moved. If you block my way, I'll block the people behind me."

Wei Jing glanced around and, seeing no car had arrived, quickly turned back. "I'm asking you a question!"

Jiang Chu smirked. "First, where my car came from is none of your business. Second, I'm starting to record this. If you don't leave, I'll assume you're faking an accident and call the police."

Wei Jing stared at her eyes, which were filled with disgust.

He suddenly realized that things were really different.

Jiang Chu looked away and stopped looking at him.

She lightly pressed the accelerator, and the black RS7 let out a deep roar, smoothly and quickly gliding past Wei Jing and heading towards the garage exit.

The wind lifted the hem of Wei Jing's coat.

He stood there, watching the taillights of the black car gradually disappear into the distance, around the corner of the uphill road.

The roar of the V8 engine echoed in the enclosed underground space for a long time before it finally dissipated.

"Wei Jing?"

Xie Qingyang appeared behind him at some point, her voice gentle and concerned: "What's wrong?"

Wei Jing did not turn around.

His profile appeared exceptionally pale and stiff under the cold white lights of the garage.

The young man clenched his jawline tightly, and a blue vein throbbed slightly at his temple.

"That car—"

"Wei Jing".

Xie Qingyang paused for a moment.

She turned her head slightly, carefully choosing her words, "Wei Jing, there are some things I don't know whether I should say or not..."

Xie Qingyang gently bit his lip, making a somewhat troubled expression: "Weiwei sent me a photo a couple of days ago. Someone photographed a globally limited edition Lagonda taking Jiang Chu to school. That car is worth tens of millions. In Beijing, those who own that kind of car... are basically older entrepreneurs."

She paused, her eyelashes drooping slightly, "I wasn't quite sure before, but when I saw this car today—"

Xie Qingyang didn't recognize what kind of car it was, "...Audi. I just realized that it might actually be real."

Xie Qingyang didn't finish her sentence.

But her meaning was already very clear.

Jiang Chu was being kept by someone.

A very old man with a lot of money.

Wei Jing: "..."

Well-known entrepreneurs typically own cars that cost more than two million.

But casually giving away a car worth two million?

That person is no ordinary person.

Wei Jing felt as if something was gripping his chest tightly.

He always thought that Jiang Chu couldn't let go of him.

From the day they got together, he was certain of it.

Jiang Chu is not only infatuated with him, but also dependent on him, so it's impossible for her to really leave.

In his mind, her indifference, her estrangement, and her talk of breaking up were nothing more than a girl throwing a tantrum.

Once she's had enough and calmed down, she'll naturally beg him for forgiveness.

Because this has happened many times before.

But now—

Not only is she not coming back, she's even found someone else.

Moreover, what that "other person" could give her far exceeded what Wei Jing could give her.

Although—

The car looks new. Who knows if it was a gift for Jiang Chu?

Maybe it's just something she can play around with?

With Jiang Chu's status and abilities, is she even worthy of marrying into those wealthy and powerful families?

It's nothing more than being a mistress!

"Wei Jing?"

Xie Qingyang watched his face darken and tentatively reached out to gently touch the cuff of his coat.

"Are you alright? Don't worry about it too much. It might sound harsh, but she doesn't deserve it—"

"Qingyang," Wei Jing suddenly turned his head, "Did Lin Yuwei send you a photo with a license plate number on it?"

Xie Qingyang was taken aback. "Yes, but not in complete."

Wei Jing twitched the corner of his mouth.

If it is a very rare limited edition, it can be checked even if the license plate number is incomplete.