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

Jiang Chu closed her eyes and gently stroked the wildly throbbing vein with her lips.

Xie Jing looked down at her.

The girl nestled into his arms, and as she turned her head to the side, her long, graceful neck was fully revealed.

He could also see the faint blue veins winding and coiling between her fair skin.

Xie Jing reached out and hugged her tightly, pulling the girl into his arms the moment she sat up straight.

Their chests were pressed together, and their heartbeats seemed to merge into one.

"Take it slow," Jiang Chu said softly. "You've already done a great job by getting through this!"

They had had various close encounters before, and he hadn't shown any unusual reaction. It was probably just because he happened to touch that scar today.

Xie Jing's arm tightened slightly. "Thank you. But I'll get used to it as soon as possible, after all—"

He loosened his grip slightly and patted the back of the girl's head with his other hand. "I'm a married man now."

Jiang Chu: "..."

Jiang Chu's face immediately turned bright red. "Who's your wife?!"

Xie Jing chuckled. "Okay, girlfriend?"

When he said this word, his tone was serious, but also somewhat unfamiliar, as if he felt that the concept was far removed from him.

Jiang Chu snuggled closer to him, "...Whatever you want."

and many more.

What kind of answer is that?

She was just thinking about whether she should rephrase her words.

Suddenly, it was airborne again.

Xie Jing wrapped one arm around her waist and slipped the other hand under her legs, effortlessly lifting her up horizontally.

She immediately wrapped her arms tightly around the man's neck. "Hey!"

The girl's slender and supple body was completely enveloped in his arms, so light that it seemed weightless, like being held in the mouth of a lion poised to pounce.

Xie Jing carried her and strode towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

Along the way, he looked down at the little girl in his arms and couldn't help but kiss her again.

The burning kisses followed her lips and jawline, lingering all the way to her fair neck.

The man's warm lips and slightly rough chin brushed against her delicate skin, sending shivers down her spine.

"Slow down..."

Jiang Chu trembled all over from his kisses and could only weakly cling to his shoulders, swaying slightly in the air with his steps.

The door to the master bedroom was kicked open and then slammed shut.

Jiang Chu sank into that huge and soft bed.

Before she could even catch her breath in the blankets, Xie Jing's tall and muscular body had already enveloped her.

He knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, his hands supporting him on either side of her, staring down at her with a dark fire in his eyes that seemed to set her on fire.

Stared at by such an aggressive gaze, Jiang Chu couldn't help but turn her head away.

She shrank back, leaning against the soft pillow, like an innocent kitten, her eyes, like pools of autumn water, looking at him timidly.

"Mr. Xie—"

Looking at her timid appearance, Xie Jing's breathing became slightly heavy, and the muscles in his arms, which were supporting him on the bed sheet, were completely tense.

He didn't act immediately, but stared intently at her with his intensely piercing eyes, as if admiring the struggle of his prey.

"Mr. Xie?" Xie Jing repeated the form of address, looking at her with a half-smile. "Not going to call me something else?"

Jiang Chu narrowed her eyes.

She gazed at the man's handsome face, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Oh dear," Jiang Chu said immediately, "I forgot, since you said Lin Yuwei's father is an old man, and you should be on equal footing—"

She put on a stern face and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Xie, I was very rude."

Xie Jing: "…………"

Xie Jing's eyes darkened. "He's more than twenty years older than me."

Jiang Chu knew, of course, that Lin Yuwei’s father was old. After all, Lin Yuwei had previously boasted to them about how her three older brothers doted on her.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she nodded repeatedly, "Chairman Lin is getting old, but you're still going strong, so it's definitely different—"

Xie Jing was so angry he almost laughed.

Rationally, he knew, of course, that the kitten in front of him was doing it on purpose.

But considering that the other person was more than a decade younger than him, these words did make him feel uncomfortable to some extent.

Xie Jing looked at the smile in the girl's eyes and suddenly his expression darkened.

Jiang Chu was taken aback.

This man had exceptional bone structure, with high brow bones, deep-set eyes, and a straight nose like a peak; his facial features looked as if they had been meticulously sculpted by a craftsman.

The interplay of light and shadow fell upon his brows and eyes, outlining a heavy gloom, carrying an imposing and dignified force.

Normally, although he always appears calm and composed, his eyes always unconsciously contain a hint of indulgence and warmth, yet he doesn't seem to realize it.

But once he suppressed his smile, his unfathomable black eyes darkened, instantly becoming like a cold, icy pool.

His thin lips were pressed tightly together into a sharp, straight line.

That coldness and majesty that emanated from his very bones poured out like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, making people instinctively feel a bit of fear.

Jiang Chu's heart skipped a beat.

Then, the man suddenly stretched out a large, bony hand and reached straight towards her.

Jiang Chu: "..."

Is he going to hit her or tear her clothes?!

However, the expected brutal action did not occur.

The man's warm fingers touched the most sensitive soft flesh on her side, and then, without any hesitation, began to scratch it.

"what!"

Jiang Chu sprang up as if she had been electrocuted.

"Hahahaha! Help! It itches... Damn it! What are you doing?!"

She was utterly speechless.

And most importantly, it's really itchy!

Normally, no matter how much I try to grab it, I don't feel anything, but when someone else does it, it's a completely different story.

"Stop! Ha! Stop, stop, stop!"

Xie Jing completely ignored her pleas for mercy, and his tall and muscular body pressed down on her, firmly imprisoning her.

He grabbed her wildly flailing hands with one hand, while his other hand ravaged her waist and ribs.

"Old sir?"

Xie Jing watched her writhe and laugh wildly beneath him, the icy coldness in his eyes completely melting away. "Try screaming again?"

"I won't yell anymore! Hahahaha... I absolutely won't yell anymore!"

"What will you call me from now on?"

"?"

He leaned down and nibbled on her ear. "Say it."

"Uh," Jiang Chu gasped, her mind a complete blank, "Chairman?"

Xie Jing: "..."

Is it because there aren't enough people calling him that?

Xie Jing rubbed it hard a few more times.

Jiang Chu laughed until tears streamed down her face, rolling around wildly like a fish out of water, but she couldn't escape the man's broad and warm embrace.

The two of them started making a ruckus, and the once neat bed sheets were crumpled into a mess.

Jiang Chu laughed until she was almost out of breath, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. "Oh, right, I... I thought of something else..."

She took a breath. "A name that will never overlap."

Xie Jing: "Hmm?"

Jiang Chu: "I can also ask you for your ID number, or driver's license number, or passport number. You can choose one."

Xie Jing: "…………"