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

She quickly gulped down two mouthfuls of the cool plum juice.

Xie Jing's smile deepened as he watched her reaction.

He leaned back in his chair, crossed his long legs, and asked casually, "How was your day at school?"

Jiang Chu sighed, "It's all good, except for a little hiccup. Remember when I messaged you before about the Lin Group's heiress? She has a good relationship with your daughter—"

Xie Jing looked at her calmly, "What's wrong?"

"...I splashed her with juice and said some nasty things. Of course, she provoked me first."

Jiang Chu's voice trailed off, "In short, I've offended her again, so maybe she's already thinking about having someone put me in a sack and beat me to death one day."

As she spoke, she observed the expression on the man's face.

Although she knew Xie Jing didn't care much about the Lin family, she couldn't help but mention it again, considering that Lin Yuwei was still Xie Qingyang's friend.

Judging from what I've experienced these past few days, Xie Jing doesn't seem to be the kind of father who dotes on his daughter.

But she knew nothing about how they got along behind the scenes, or whether he had given Xie Qingyang a lot of shares.

Therefore, we shouldn't make assumptions.

Intuitively, Jiang Chu had a vague feeling that there was still a distance between the father and daughter.

"fine."

Xie Jing's expression remained completely calm. "You don't need to worry about this person anymore."

Jiang Chu was taken aback.

Looking at that handsome, cold face, an extremely absurd thought suddenly popped into her mind.

Jiang Chu couldn't help but lean forward. "What? Did you have her assassinated?"

Xie Jing: "...Besides thinking about being assassinated, is your only thought about assassinating others?"

Jiang Chu coughed lightly. "I was just kidding."

And you definitely have that kind of charisma.

Jiang Chu didn't dare to say these words aloud.

Xie Jing glanced at her again.

Jiang Chu felt increasingly guilty, silently lowered her head, and forced herself to eat two bites of mutton.

"...I ran into Lin Chonghe at the club," Xie Jing said casually. "Then I mentioned to him that his daughter has a terrible character."

Jiang Chu: "?"

Jiang Chu looked up. "Huh?"

"That's not exactly what he said," Xie Jing said, raising the corner of his mouth. "However, that old man, on the surface, is the kind of person who is all smiles and good at making money, but in reality, he is shrewd and opportunistic. When he does things, he knows how to strike at the heart of the matter."

The butler cleared away the plates and left.

Xie Jing picked up his teacup and took a small sip: "To show his attitude, and also to vent his anger... he must be very angry, so he will use the cruelest methods to deal with his daughter."

He looked at Jiang Chu across from him and said, "So, to be honest, even if she had really been assassinated, she wouldn't be in so much pain now."

Jiang Chu nodded thoughtfully.

Although she couldn't for the moment imagine what would happen, Old Lin certainly understood his daughter and knew what methods would cause Lin Yuwei the most pain.

It would definitely be much more brutal than simply beating her up.

In the large and luxurious restaurant, only two people remained for a moment. Neither of them spoke, and the surroundings became quiet.

Warm yellow crystal chandeliers shone down from the extremely high dome, elongating the shadows of the two people, which intertwined on the smooth marble floor.

The atmosphere inexplicably became sticky and ambiguous.

Jiang Chu stared at the man opposite her who was leisurely sipping his tea.

Whether it's out of utilitarian motives or other sentiments—

She truly felt a surge of gratitude.

Jiang Chu suddenly stood up, walked around most of the dining table, and went to Xie Jing's chair.

Xie Jing noticed her approaching, paused slightly in his teacup, and was just about to look up at her.

next second.

Jiang Chu had already bent down.

She greedily inhaled the man's pleasant, mature scent with a cool, woody undertone, and placed her hands naturally on his broad, muscular shoulders.

Using the height of his seat, she tilted her head slightly and planted a deep kiss on the man's impeccably handsome face.

Her kiss landed on Xie Jing's cheek, making a loud sound.

"Although I don't know what happened in their family—"

Jiang Chu remained bent over his shoulder, her clear eyes filled with laughter.

"But I believe she will definitely suffer a lot."

She leaned close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against the crook of his neck:

"Thank you for doing so much for me."

Xie Jing turned his head to look at her.

The spot on his cheek where she had kissed him felt like a tiny electric current was exploding along his skin, making his entire spine feel slightly tense.

The man's dark eyes were fixed on the girl's pretty face so close to his, a hidden fire surging within them.

He raised his hand, his rough, long fingers gripping her chin, just about to speak.

Jiang Chu suddenly grabbed his wrist, straightened up, and took a step back. "However..."

A sly smile spread across her face, as if she had transformed into a fox grinning mischievously.

"Your daughter and Lin Yuwei are classmates, so you and Lin Yuwei's father should be considered to be of the same generation, right?"

Jiang Chu drew out her words, looking Xie Jing up and down with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Why do you keep calling him 'old man'?"

She tilted her head, feigning ignorance, and said, "You should all be the backbone of society of the same generation, right?"

Xie Jing: "?"

It's fortunate that she chose such a tactful way of putting it.

Jiang Chu blinked. "Oh right, I just remembered, the night we first met, the other people, including some of my classmates, all called you Uncle Xie—"

As she spoke, she deliberately put on an expression of sudden realization and some fear.

"Should I call you that too?"

Jiang Chu leaned down again and breathed into the man's ear, "What do you say? Do you want to hear me moan?"

After saying that, she straightened up, made a face at Xie Jing, and turned to run out of the restaurant.

I heard the sound of a chair scraping against the floor behind me.

At the same instant, a large, scalding hot hand had already forcefully gripped her slender waist.

Then it suddenly pulled back.

"ah--!"

Jiang Chu gasped in surprise, losing her balance and feeling dizzy.

By the time she realized what was happening, she had already fallen solidly onto the man's warm, strong thighs in a position with no way out.

The man had one hand around her waist, and casually squeezed her firm muscles.

With his other hand, he wrapped his arms around her back, holding her firmly in front of him.

Jiang Chu struggled a couple of times in a panic, only to find that the two arms holding her were as hard as steel and would not budge no matter how she moved.

Through the thin fabric, the burning sensation between their skin was made even clearer and more dangerous by the movement.

She stopped.

"...You're getting bolder and bolder."

His voice was deep and resonant, like the vibrating of a cello, carrying a strong sense of danger.

Xie Jing lowered his head slightly, raised his hand and pinched the girl's pointed chin, looking at the blush rising on her snow-white cheeks.

"You like to scream? I'll let you scream your fill later."