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

Immediately afterwards, his large, warm hand gripped her waist tightly, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to crush her bones and flesh.

"...Good boy/girl."

He let out a low growl, his voice so hoarse it was chilling.

The next second, a storm of kisses rained down on him.

Jiang Chu's back was pressed against the cool silk quilt, while in front of her was the man's burning chest. The cold and heat clashed and surged between their skin.

His breath brushed against my shoulder, like the wind brushing against the first snow, sending a slight shiver down my spine.

Are you nervous?

The other person's movements were initially very light, as light as a butterfly landing on a petal, but the scorching heat was real.

The spreading flush resembled a stroke of cinnabar spreading on white porcelain.

She tilted her head slightly, the beautiful muscles in her arms taut, "...I believe you."

The bedside lamp flickered in the wind, and the shadow cast on the wall swayed accordingly.

The man's strong, broad back arched, his muscles gleaming with a honey-colored sheen in the light and shadow, every inch brimming with the tension of power and beauty.

An indescribable emotion surged within me.

She could clearly feel his strong heartbeat, each beat heavy and powerful, like the drumbeats pounding in her veins.

"neat……"

"Um……"

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.

It looked like it had been split open by lightning.

Xie Jing paused slightly, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He reached out and stroked the top of her head until she was completely relaxed, his knee gently brushing against her waist.

Then it was like a tsunami and a landslide, like lava that had been dormant for thousands of years erupting with devastating heat.

The man's muscles bulged and relaxed with each movement, sweat trickling down the grooves of his back and dripping into the snow-white landscape.

As night deepened, the spacious and soft master bedroom was filled with enchanting beauty.

Much later.

Xie Jing lowered his head and buried his face in the crook of her neck. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Chu hugged him, her fingertips running through his hair. "It's alright, but I was planning to exercise tonight, and you ruined my plans."

The scorching heat that threatened to drown people gradually subsided.

There were still red marks on her neck, like bright peach blossoms blooming in the snow.

"...Sorry," Xie Jing chuckled, "although this was actually outside my schedule."

Jiang Chu rolled her eyes at him and lay down to the side. "It's all your fault."

Xie Jing also adjusted his posture and leaned against the headboard. Hearing this, he turned his head to look at her, then suddenly reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace again.

"You keep calling me 'uncle' and 'old gentleman'—"

His thin lips pressed against her earlobe, and he kissed it affectionately, kissing the earlobe that he had bitten until it was slightly red.

"Ugh... stay away from me, it's so hot."

Jiang Chu gave a playful hum and pretended to push him with her elbow.

Actually, it's quite cool inside.

Once things calmed down, the heat quickly dissipated.

Xie Jing chuckled softly, not letting go but instead tightening his grip on her strong arms. "You weren't like this when you called me 'husband' just now—"

The man's long fingers caressed the smooth skin on her waist with a casual, almost mocking tone.

Jiang Chu blushed slightly, "If I had known you wouldn't stop, I wouldn't have shouted."

Xie Jing blinked. "You didn't tell me to stop. I thought you liked it."

"Okay," Jiang Chu bit her lower lip, "...it feels good."

After she finished speaking, she leaned to the side, burying half her face in his broad, warm chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

She wrapped her arms around the man's strong, lean waist with a hint of dependence.

The room was quiet, the warm light from the wall lamps was gentle, and the two of them quietly embraced and pressed against each other, feeling the warmth transmitted between their skin.

Xie Jing's large hand slowly and gently stroked her spine upwards, massaging her muscles, his movements full of tenderness.

Until his phone vibrated again.

Xie Jing's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head to kiss Jiang Chu's smooth forehead. "Sweetie, I'm going to take this call."

"Um……"

Jiang Chu closed her eyes and responded somewhat sleepily, but didn't move her body. She remained nestled in his arms like a sloth, her ear pressed against his chest.

Two seconds later, she suddenly came to her senses. "Do you need me to go back to my room?"

"No need, you can rest here."

Xie Jing stretched out his long arm, took the phone, glanced at it, pressed the answer button, and his tone instantly turned cold, "Speak."

The bedroom was very quiet, and even though he didn't turn on the speakerphone, Jiang Chu could still hear what was being said on the other end.

"We developed this jointly with the Nordic sovereign wealth fund..."

"We have just encountered a targeted attack from the EU's carbon tariff border adjustment mechanism..."

"Germany and several key members of the European Commission are putting pressure on us, implying that if we don't relinquish 1% control over the underlying data in the exemption agreement, they will indefinitely postpone access permission..."

Jiang Chu couldn't help but slightly open her eyes, looking at the man in front of her with some curiosity.

At this moment, Xie Jing had become completely indifferent and cold, with only ruthless calculations in his eyes.

This expression was completely different from the man who had just bullied her in various ways, making her cry and beg for mercy.

He stood there, his muscular upper body bare, holding his girl close in his arms, yet his thin lips uttered extremely cold words.

"Give up 1% control? Tell the executives in Frankfurt and Paris that not a single bit. Europeans are used to basking in the benefits of the past and acting as referees; now they want to get something for nothing. Their appetite is too big."

Xie Jing's voice remained relatively calm.

"We have informed the Nordic sovereign wealth fund that if the European Commission does not issue an unconditional exemption treaty by midnight GMT this Friday, Tianyu Group will indefinitely suspend its subsequent €500 billion investment in the 'European Green Computing Grid.' At the same time, we will relocate the planned quantum core server cluster entirely to the Red Sea Infrastructure Park in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia."

He said calmly, "The desire for green computing power among people in the Middle East is far greater than that of the bureaucrats sitting in Brussels writing reports."

The person on the other end of the phone visibly paused, then immediately replied respectfully, "Understood, Chairman. I will submit the final formal ultimatum to the European Energy Agency tonight. If they can afford the consequences of Europe being cut off from next-generation AI supercomputing infrastructure for five years, then let them continue to hold up the approval process."

"Furthermore," Xie Jing's fingertips gently caressed Jiang Chu's smooth shoulder, "contact the Federal Reserve and several major short sellers. If negotiations break down on Friday, immediately short the core warrants related to German wind power and French digital energy in the secondary market. Give those politicians who are pulling dirty tricks behind the scenes a taste of their own medicine."

"Yes, I understand!"

After hanging up the phone, the master bedroom returned to silence.

Xie Jing casually tossed the encrypted phone aside, and when he looked down, he met Jiang Chu's wide, sparkling eyes.

"I thought you were going to sleep?"

The coldness in Xie Jing's eyes melted away like ice and snow.

He smiled and gently rubbed her cheek. "I have to work overtime later, so I can't stay with you all the time."

Jiang Chu rested her chin on his chest muscles, clicking her tongue in amazement as she looked at him. "You really seem like the villain in a story, always talking about transferring hundreds of billions of euros and even trying to crash other countries' stocks..."

She tilted her head, then suddenly sat up and kissed the man on the lips.

"However," Jiang Chu said, "although I don't quite understand the reasoning behind it, I think it's very cool."

Xie Jing looked down at her, "...I'll make you understand."

Jiang Chu was taken aback for a moment. "Huh?"

The man in front of her suddenly rolled over, pressing the girl's petite body against his broad chest once more. He placed his hands on either side of her ears and looked down into her eyes.

"But—how about we teach something else first?"

"..."