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

Xie Jing looked at the girl in his arms, who was breathing rapidly and had red eyes, and wiped away a tear from her face.

...Even in this state, you still have to upset him.

He let out a soft chuckle, and his large, well-defined hand slowly moved down, his tiger's mouth gripping the girl's slender, strong waist.

"You think you can come up with something like this?"

The calluses on my fingertips left a rough, gritty feel as they rubbed against my side in an extremely ambiguous way.

"Well," Jiang Chu said, feeling a little ticklish, "if you don't like it, there's also a phone number and a license plate number—"

Before he could finish speaking, Xie Jing kissed her again.

He seemed unwilling to give her any more chances to spout nonsense.

His tall, imposing figure pressed down heavily, and his cool, thin lips sealed those red lips that still wanted to provoke him with perfect precision.

Jiang Chu instinctively tried to lean back, but she had already hit the backrest and could not back down any further.

Xie Jing's offensive, like the man himself, was full of a desire for control and an undeniable forcefulness.

He easily pried open her teeth and plunged in, wantonly plundering the already scarce oxygen.

The man's tongue swept aggressively over every inch of her mouth, forcing her to entwine and dance with him.

"Hmm!"

Jiang Chu whimpered, her hands, which had been pressed against his chest, gradually softened, and she raised her arms to cling to his broad, strong shoulders.

Her breath enveloped her completely, inside and out, and the two seemed to begin to merge together in the kiss.

Jiang Chu felt dizzy and weak all over from the kisses, and even the root of her tongue felt numb and sore.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she felt like she was about to ascend to heaven when Xie Jing finally stopped the deep kiss, which felt like a punishment.

He stepped back slightly, his high, straight nose still brushing intimately and ambiguously against her nose, their warm, rapid breaths mingling seamlessly.

The man lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the girl's lips, which were ravaged, swollen, and glistening with moisture.

His eyes were terrifyingly deep, and the dark fire in them seemed to ignite the surrounding air.

"Think about it carefully—"

The man's voice was incredibly hoarse, like rough sandpaper gently rubbing against the heart, carrying a seductive quality that sent chills down one's spine.

His rough, hot fingers gently stroked her chin, tracing the contours of her jaw, while his thumb lifted and his fingertip slowly massaged her full lower lips.

Xie Jing looked into those watery, dreamy eyes and wondered, "...What should you call me?"

Jiang Chu was panting heavily, her chest heaving violently.

She looked at the incomparably handsome face so close to hers.

The usually aloof, calm, and profound chairman of Tianyu Group was now tainted by worldly desires because of himself.

Three buttons on his collar were undone, revealing a sexy collarbone and a large expanse of smooth, firm pectoral muscles.

The man's messy hair hung down his forehead, adding a touch of wildness.

His thin lips were also flushed red, a blush spread across his cheeks, his breathing became more rapid, and his eyes burned with intense desire.

Jiang Chu looked up at him, raised her hand to cup the man's face, and rubbed the contours of his cheekbone with her thumb, feeling a secret sense of satisfaction and trembling.

She blinked, trying to snap out of her daze and regain some of her rationality.

"Hmm," Jiang Chu pursed her lips, "Thank...Thank Jing?"

Upon hearing this address, Xie Jing paused slightly.

Throughout the entire capital, very few people dared to address him by his full name.

Normally, when people see him, they all bow their heads in fear and call him "Chairman Xie" or "Mr. Xie".

Even those few who could be his equals, or those of extremely high status, would not address him by his full name.

But at this moment, those two words came from those slightly swollen, red lips—

When she calls out in that soft, coquettish, and seemingly hooking tone, it inexplicably carries a more tender and intimate meaning.

His heart seemed to skip a beat.

but.

This is not enough.

"That's all?"

Xie Jing stared intently at her, the fire in his eyes growing ever darker.

"Aren't you usually very brave? And have you always been so imaginative? Now all you can do is call out names?"

Jiang Chu was speechless.

Jiang Chu: "I just gave you so many options, and you rejected them all. Have you already forgotten? What kind of person are you?"

She complained softly, her eyes full of laughter.

Xie Jing: "..."

Looking at her sly smile, he couldn't help but lower his head again and capture her lips with his.

This kiss was even more tender and passionate than before, with a hint of deliberate seduction.

His large hand gripped the back of her head, pressing her even closer to him.

His other hand moved up her slender waist, feeling her warm, delicate skin and rising body temperature through the thin fabric.

The two embraced tightly.

Jiang Chu's well-proportioned, slender, and supple body appeared even smaller and lighter in Xie Jing's broad and strong embrace.

The man's chest was as hard as iron, and the muscles on his arms bulged slightly from exertion, radiating a scorching heat.

It was as if an unshakeable volcano was about to melt her into its lava.

"Ugh...don't kiss me anymore..."

Jiang Chu trembled all over from the kiss, her reason completely burned to ashes. "You're so heavy..."

Xie Jing kissed her lips, cheeks, and earlobes gently while pressing her with his deep, husky voice.

"Anything else? Think again. If you can't think of anything, you can forget about sleeping tonight."

Jiang Chu's mind was a complete mess right now.

Her breathing was completely disordered, her heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, and a wave of weakness and soreness washed over her limbs.

Ok.

Besides a name, and those annoying nicknames, what else can we call them?

Under extreme oxygen deprivation and the man's relentless, oppressive onslaught, her brain was on the verge of shutting down.

Instinctively, she unconsciously gripped the collar of his shirt with both hands, her slender waist trembling uncontrollably under the man's large hands.

"Then," a hint of aggrieved and bewildered red welled up in the corner of the girl's eyes, "brother...?"

The moment those two words were uttered, the thick, ambiguous air in the room seemed to freeze.

Although it was only two syllables, paired with the girl's sweet, husky voice, and her expressive, pitiful eyes—

It has enormous destructive power.

Xie Jing's muscles suddenly stiffened, as if a strong electric current had instantly pierced his spine.

He suddenly raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on the other person, a desire churning deep within his pupils almost overflowing, carrying a ferocious urge to devour the person before him whole.

The man's chest heaved violently, and his breathing became unusually heavy and hot.

"Say it again—"

He gritted his teeth, his voice filled with an extreme tension, and even the fingers around her waist tightened suddenly.

"You actually like this kind of thing?"

Jiang Chu shrank back, frightened by his terrifying gaze. "Um...brother...?"

It's a bit weird, though.

But who cares?

Anyway, she doesn't have a real brother, so she won't have any strange hallucinations.

Xie Jing propped himself up and looked down at her for a few seconds before pressing down on her again.

His kisses no longer stopped at her lips, but lingered along her beautiful jawline, finally landing on her long, graceful neck.

Then gently suck and nibble.

"Ah... Xie Jing, were you born in the Year of the Dog...?"

Jiang Chu took a breath.

The temperature in the master bedroom seemed to be rising steadily, and the air became extremely hot.

"neat……"

The two kissed again.

Between breaths, the man whispered, "Say it again, it'll sound even better—"

Jiang Chu looked at him groggily, "Hmm?"

Xie Jing kissed her lips. "Sweetie, you can definitely think of something else."

"N-I don't know..."

Jiang Chu gripped his shoulders tightly, her fingertips almost digging into his hard muscles. "Hiss..."

"Yes." Xie Jing leaned down and kissed her face lightly, like a dense raindrop. "Chu Chu is so smart, how could she not know?"

Jiang Chu was slightly startled.

This was the first time the other person had addressed her so affectionately.

She felt her heart pounding faster and faster, joy and surprise surging in her chest.

"Well……"

Jiang Chu closed her eyes in despair.

She took a deep breath. "Husband...?"

Xie Jing's breath caught in his throat for a moment.