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

Xie Qingyang got into the car and couldn't help but glance at the man next to her.

Wei Jing appeared relatively calm.

however--

She vaguely realized that he might want to investigate the person behind it all.

A subtle unease rose from the depths of my heart.

If you're talking about finding out who Jiang Chu's backer is, of course I can do that too.

It could even be said that, given Xie Qingyang's status and resources, checking half-license plates and limited-edition models would be much simpler and faster for her than for Wei Jing.

But she didn't really want to do it.

Who is Jiang Chu?

A woman from an ordinary family, with no background and not particularly smart, has neither the heritage of a prominent family nor any outstanding abilities.

Aside from his face, he's good for nothing.

Let alone being unqualified to be friends with her, even associating with someone from a family like Wei Jing would be an honor for her.

If I were to specifically investigate such a person, wouldn't that make me seem too concerned about a mistress who is being kept by someone?

What will it look like if this gets out?

Moreover, the owners of those Lagondas—Mr. Sun, Mr. Li of Wan Hai, and several others—are all prominent figures in Beijing's social circles.

Although their background is far inferior to that of the Xie family, they are still considered influential figures in their own right.

If she rashly investigates the ownership of their private vehicles and it gets out, people will probably think that the Xie family has some ulterior motives towards them, creating unnecessary misunderstandings.

Although Xie Jing doesn't usually pay much attention to her, he would probably be displeased if he knew that she was recklessly using the family's resources for a mere gold-digging escort.

It's not worth it.

Jiang Chu isn't that important at all!

Therefore, Xie Qingyang did not delve any further into the matter.

But Wei Jing—

Xie Qingyang looked at him again.

He had already refocused his gaze on the road ahead, pressed the accelerator, and the Porsche smoothly drove up the ramp leading to the garage exit.

In the angled light of the setting sun, his handsome face appeared even more aloof.

The car drove out of the underground parking garage and merged into the sidewalks inside the campus.

Warm light shone on the Porsche's hood. Xie Qingyang turned his gaze away and spoke again in a gentle tone.

"The exchange meeting is about to start, let's go there early. Academician Zhou seems to be here today too. Haven't you been wanting to ask him about his paper on risk control models in person?"

"……Um."

Weijing Station.

The exchange meeting was held in the top-floor conference hall of an office building in the East Second Ring Financial Center.

This is a high-end academic salon specifically for financial mathematics and mathematical economics.

The attendees were mostly university professors, researchers from top investment banks, and top-tier figures in the capital circle who had a strong interest in academia.

Wei Jing is quite popular in this circle.

His father was a well-known figure in Beijing's financial circles, and Wei Jing's own mathematical talent and academic achievements allowed him to fit perfectly into such an occasion.

Rather than just the children of rich kids.

About forty minutes after the start of the exchange, the agenda moved into a tea break.

Wei Jing, holding a cup of coffee, walked out of the side door of the main venue and found a relatively quiet spot by the floor-to-ceiling window to stand.

He took out his phone, opened his contacts, and after searching for a while, found someone he knew before.

The other party's official identity is a partner in a private investigation company, but the resources they can mobilize go far beyond that.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

"Oh, Young Master Wei, what a rare guest!" the man said with a smile. "What brings you here?"

"I sent you a picture," Wei Jing said directly. "Check a license plate for me."

"Okay, let me take a look."

Wei Jing also looked at the photo again.

Due to the angle of the photo, only the last two digits of the license plate were vaguely discernible, but overall it was clearer than the one I had before.

At least for car enthusiasts, they can tell the model at a glance.

There was silence for about ten seconds.

"Hmm?" The man's voice held a clear surprise. "Taraf, Lagonda?"

"……yes."

"Wow," the man clicked his tongue twice, "there are only a few dozen worldwide, and even fewer in China. I've been in this business for so many years and I've never seen a car like this in person—where did you get the photo?"

Wei Jing didn't intend to explain. "Can you investigate?"

The man paused, his tone becoming more serious: "Are you sure you want to investigate? Young Master Wei, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that a car of this caliber... well, the person behind it is definitely not someone to be trifled with."

Wei Jing's gaze fell on the distant city skyline outside the window, and his expression grew even more unpleasant upon hearing this.

not to be trifled?

How bad can they be?

Would a truly formidable character even be interested in a fool like Jiang Chu?

Wei Jing felt that the other party was exaggerating the difficulty in order to ask for an exorbitant price. "...How much do you want?"

The man sighed. "I'll go check the channels first. There aren't many of these cars left nationwide. Theoretically, matching the registration number shouldn't be difficult, but you know, checking ownership can't be done openly..."

Then he gave a number.

Wei Jing's face turned green. "Are you crazy?"

"Young Master," the other party sneered, "I'm also willing to take risks. If it's just for a pittance, why would I bother?"

"Checking a license plate isn't like asking you to do anything—" Wei Jing took a breath. "Fine, you can check it first, but I can only give you a 20% deposit."

"Okay, you can wait a few days. If things go smoothly, we should have some progress by next week."

Wei Jing hung up the phone.

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the other side.

hum-

The deep engine sound and the traffic noise from the K-series ring road were mixed together and filtered by the thick sound insulation of the RS7, leaving only a just-right, muffled vibration.

Jiang Chu adjusted the song volume.

She added a playlist to the car's infotainment system, which was playing a catchy jazz track with alternating saxophone and piano, filling the entire car with a relaxing and languid atmosphere.

When she arrived at school at noon, the driver brought the car over, and she just sat in the passenger seat and observed carefully.

This is my first time driving.

It takes a few minutes to drive from the underground parking garage to the school gate and then merge onto the main road around the school.

As Jiang Chu familiarized himself with the feel of the steering wheel, he quietly made an assessment in his mind.

When you press the accelerator, there is a damped feeling of force.

The engine's response is very direct.

The steering wheel is precise, and the road feel is transmitted clearly and cleanly with almost no unnecessary vibration filtering.

You can feel every tiny interaction between the tire and the ground from the palm of your hand.

And this car is really good-looking.

While waiting at a long red light, she glanced at her car through the reflection in the shop windows of the adjacent commercial building.

The entire body of obsidian black matte paint exudes a low-key yet sharp luster under the setting sun.

With its streamlined body lines long and sharp, the car, parked among ordinary family cars, resembles a leopard that has strayed into a flock of sheep, exuding a fierce aura that is out of place with its surroundings.

It was really awesome.

however--

The pleasant feeling ended less than three minutes after the green light turned on and the traffic started moving.

The vehicles ahead seemed to have made a pact, collectively blocking the entire ring road at an appallingly slow pace.

The evening rush hour has officially begun in Beijing.

Jiang Chu glanced at the navigation on the car's infotainment system. The route ahead was glaringly red and orange, and the estimated travel time was quite long.

……Fine.

This is, after all, the capital city.

Traffic jams are the eternal theme of transportation.

She adjusted her seat slightly, shifting to a more comfortable position, and casually glanced at the slowly crawling traffic outside the car.

The Tesla owner diagonally in front started watching short videos; the blue light from the screen was faintly visible through the glass.

The driver of the yellow taxi on the right is eating a steamed bun with his head down.

In the SUV on the left, a child is climbing around in the back seat.

Jiang Chu unconsciously relaxed.

Traffic jams are inherently an extremely frustrating thing.

But sitting in this car right now, listening to the jazz music playing in the cabin, and looking out the window at this vibrant and down-to-earth scene, she was actually in a pretty good mood.

She looked at the scenery for a few minutes, then picked up her phone from the center console.

Then I sent a message to Xie Jing.