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

Jiang Chu felt her face burning hot.

Her heart was pounding, but looking at the handsome face so close to her, she couldn't help but let her true nature take over and wanted to provoke him.

"Call?"

Jiang Chu blinked her beautiful big eyes, her thick eyelashes fluttering innocently like butterfly wings.

She tried to make herself look like a lost little rabbit, gently placing her hands on the man's broad, hard chest and deliberately speaking in a soft, gentle voice.

"What's your name?"

Jiang Chu leaned a little closer. "I was just curious. After all, there's an order of seniority, and your daughter said you're someone who values ​​rules—"

Xie Jing stared intently at her, seemingly trying to figure out what tricks she was planning to play.

A few seconds passed.

"Did she tell you that?"

He asked, seemingly casually.

"That's right," Jiang Chu coughed lightly, "...Before Miss Xie invited me and my ex to that villa, she said a few words to me, basically telling me not to be afraid, just relax and have fun. Although Mr. Xie values ​​rules, I won't run into Mr. Xie, so don't think too much about it."

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly. "Is that so?"

As a shrewd person, he could immediately understand the implication of those words: Xie Qingyang was simply mocking Jiang Chu for being unruly.

As for the deeper meaning behind this—

Recalling what his assistant had reported earlier, he understood what Xie Qingyang was trying to do.

"yes."

Jiang Chu observed the man's expression and, noticing no displeasure, mustered her courage and continued.

"But she probably mainly wanted to invite Wei Jing. After all, they are like heroes admiring each other. They are both very accomplished in academia and have a lot in common. I was just an afterthought."

Xie Jing didn't speak, but just stared down at those shimmering, watery eyes.

Jiang Chu originally intended to take advantage of his good mood to probe him a bit and see if she could find out more about their father-daughter relationship.

After all, if she wanted to develop a further relationship with him, in whatever way, it would be best to have more information about it.

"So," Jiang Chu tilted her head, raised her hand and drew circles on the man's chest, "I was thinking that Mr. Xie, who likes rules, might also hope that I'm not like this—"

Her fingertips traced the expensive fabric of her shirt, outlining the contours of her chest muscles.

"...disrespectful to elders."

Jiang Chu gave an innocent look.

She soon felt the muscles under her palm begin to tighten.

Jiang Chu: "So, cough, it's not about whether I like it or not, but about you—"

She straightened up, twisting her slender waist, trying to slide down those branding thighs.

Xie Jing gave her no chance to escape.

He was listening attentively to her when the girl suddenly started dawdling, which woke him up again.

Those deep black eyes darkened completely, like the surging undercurrents in the deep sea.

Looking at the little vixen in his arms, who was still oblivious to her fate, the man's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"You really know how to talk," he said, pinching the girl's chin.

Before he could finish speaking, his long, strong fingers gripped the back of her head, and he leaned down to kiss her two rosy, moist lips fiercely.

"That's just—!"

Jiang Chu was about to speak when her unfinished words were cut short between her lips.

The man's kiss landed, and the cool, woody scent instantly overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

Like a forest after a snowfall, yet carrying the scorching heat of his body, seeping into her breath.

The heat swept over every sensitive nerve.

When their lips touched, the subtle contact sent shivers of pleasure through them, like an electric current climbing up their spine and finally exploding into a dazzling display of sparks in their minds.

The man's breathing was heavy and rapid, his tongue plunging deep into hers, aggressively entwining with hers, carrying a long-suppressed desire.

Jiang Chu was stunned by the kiss.

She quickly came to her senses and unconsciously raised her hand to climb onto his strong, broad shoulders.

His bulging tiger head muscles were as hard as granite, taut and taut even through the fabric, so hard that they made her fingertips feel slightly numb.

Her hands involuntarily moved upwards, clasping the back of the man's neck. The muscles beneath her palms were burning hot, tightened by extreme restraint and deep infatuation.

Jiang Chu's other hand slid down the other's chest, across the well-defined abdominal muscles, and landed on the heavy belt.

The other person's hair brushed against the back of my hand.

It's a little itchy.

Her hand, which was hooked behind the other man's neck, couldn't help but move, stroking his thick and strong neck.

The lines there are hard and full.

As Xie Jing deepened the kiss, the muscles beneath his palms taut like a fully drawn bowstring, subtly radiating a startling explosive power.

Jiang Chu's fingertips slid down, unconsciously groping to one side.

The moment her palm touched the man's carotid artery, she felt as if she had touched something.

The man, who was originally immersed in the surging tide of passion, suddenly stiffened.

It was an extremely unnatural tension.

Jiang Chu immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Her disordered breathing paused slightly, and she stepped back a little. "What's wrong?"

A storm raged in Xie Jing's deep black eyes.

He exhaled a deep breath from his chest, and with a swift movement of his long arm, his large, powerful palm suddenly gripped her arm tightly.

He used a bit of force to remove her mischievous hand from her neck, but instead of letting go, he pulled her hand all the way to her lips.

Xie Jing lowered his head slightly, with a hint of punishment or restraint that was hard to discern, and lightly nibbled at the base of her delicate fingers.

"I almost never have this kind of contact with people."

Xie Jing looked up at her, his deep voice hoarse from trying so hard to suppress his emotions.

"...It's one thing if it's anywhere else, but being touched in a place that could be fatal instantly is a bit uncomfortable."

Jiang Chu was stunned.

She looked at the man in front of her, who was usually so shrewd and unapproachable, and was momentarily speechless.

"...My fingernails aren't knives," Jiang Chu said blankly. "If you think I can snap your neck with one hand, you're giving me too much credit."

"No," Xie Jing chuckled, "it's not your problem. It's my problem."

He gently rubbed her knuckles soothingly. "Many years ago, I... experienced several targeted attacks."

Xie Jing didn't go into too much detail, "That's why I didn't like interacting with people when I was a child. It got a little better as I grew up, but I rarely do it anymore."

A bitter feeling welled up in Jiang Chu's heart.

Although she knew that feeling sorry for a man was not a good sign, she couldn't control herself when her emotions surged.

She grasped his long fingers with her own. "Did they hurt you?"

Seeing the undisguised anxiety and heartache in the girl's eyes, Xie Jing paused for a moment, then gently placed her delicate hand back on his neck.

Then she pressed her hand tightly into the spot where it had been.

My palm pressed against that burning hot skin.

Jiang Chu's fingertips twitched slightly, and he touched a very faint, old scar.

"So close." Xie Jing looked at her and said in a low, self-deprecating voice, "I almost severed a major blood vessel. If it had been a few millimeters off, I would have died there back then."

Jiang Chu was stunned for a moment.

Although she had argued and even fought with people before, it was never a life-threatening situation, so she couldn't quite imagine it for a moment.

What kind of perilous situation must this tall, strong man have been in that, even after so many years, still retains a deep-seated fear and defensiveness?

Xie Jing kissed her forehead. "I'll get used to it."

Jiang Chu nodded.

She felt the strong pulse throbbing beneath her palm, and the vibrant life force within it—

Suddenly, I felt incredibly soft-hearted.

She didn't pull away from his hand; instead, she followed his force and tenderly stroked the almost invisible old wound with her fingertips.

Then, she tilted her head slightly.

Then she gently pressed her soft lips against the artery on the side of the man's neck.