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

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm, golden glow on the carpet.

Jiang Chu turned over in the soft bed and slowly opened her eyes.

She turned her head and looked around; the space beside her was empty, clearly indicating that the man from last night hadn't come back to sleep.

Jiang Chu threw off the covers, sat up, and stretched.

Although she was exhausted last night, she is a dance student who has been practicing for many years, and her flexibility and recovery ability far exceed those of ordinary people.

Apart from a slight soreness in my lower back and thighs, and a general feeling of fatigue, I'm actually fine.

There wasn't that exaggerated pain that made it impossible to get out of bed.

It feels similar to the feeling after staying up too late or exercising.

Jiang Chu got out of bed barefoot and went into the spacious bathroom to wash up.

to be honest--

She was thinking about their relationship before she came over last night, but things progressed so quickly that very night, far exceeding her expectations.

...I really shouldn't have felt sorry for men.

It's all because of that scar.

Although she didn't really regret it.

Regardless of her initial thoughts, looking back on her feelings now, she has to admit that she did indeed like Xie Jing quite a bit.

Moreover, the other party's promise that they would get used to it, and what they said afterward, served as a guarantee for the relationship.

Even though she doesn't entirely trust the so-called relationship.

So what if they're lovers?

Some people who get married and register their marriage kill their partners to collect insurance money.

only--

In any case, being willing to make a commitment is a good thing; at least it shows an attitude.

After changing her clothes, Jiang Chu moved around in the open space of the bedroom for more than ten minutes, doing stretching and basic exercises.

Once her body felt slightly warm and completely relaxed, she contentedly pushed open the door and went downstairs.

The restaurant was bathed in sunshine.

She smelled a faint aroma of coffee and butter.

"Good morning, Uncle Wang."

Jiang Chu walked to the dining table, casually greeted the butler who was arranging for the servants to set the table, and glanced around.

"Hmm...did he go to the company?"

Upon hearing the voice, Butler Wang immediately turned around, smiling and bowing slightly. "Good morning, Miss Jiang."

Jiang Chu and he locked eyes for a second.

I always felt that his eyes conveyed kindness and satisfaction.

"...The gentleman hasn't gone to the company yet. He spent the entire night in his study on the second floor handling official business and hasn't come out since."

"All night?" Jiang Chu immediately snapped back to reality. "Did he have breakfast?"

Butler Wang sighed helplessly, "Two hours ago, I was worried that Mr. Wang's stomach would be upset from staying up late, so I went to his study to ask, but he only asked for coffee and told me not to bother him unless it was something extremely urgent."

Jiang Chu suddenly felt a bit bald.

Is this man made of iron?

He first "worked overtime" in bed in the middle of the night, and then went to the study to stay up all night without eating breakfast.

Are you really not afraid of suddenly dying?

Jiang Chu: "...Uncle Wang, have them prepare another breakfast that Xie Jing usually likes to eat, I'll go and deliver it to him."

Hearing her address the boss by his name, Butler Wang showed no displeasure whatsoever; instead, his sense of satisfaction deepened, and he nodded repeatedly.

Ten minutes later.

Jiang Chu ate a simple breakfast, then carried a huge silver tray through the corridor to her study.

She pushed open the heavy walnut door.

Xie Jing's study was extremely spacious, with an overall atmosphere of cold, luxurious, and oppressive black, white, and gray tones.

Beneath the ceiling, which is about five meters high, are three floor-to-ceiling solid wood bookshelves, densely filled with various original books and documents.

At this moment, four huge curved screens are lit up on the enormous mahogany desk in the very center.

The screen displayed a dense array of candlestick charts, the stock performance of new energy companies in several key European countries, and real-time updates from Bloomberg Financial News.

Xie Jing sat in the center of these cold, hard data.

He wore a pair of high-quality silver-rimmed blue light blocking glasses on the bridge of his nose, and behind the lenses, his deep black eyes were fixed on the data on the screen.

The man's long, slender fingers were rapidly typing on the keyboard, and he looked very focused.

Upon hearing the door open, Xie Jing abruptly stopped typing, his brows furrowing as usual.

But when he looked up and saw Jiang Chu walking in carrying a tray through his glasses, the coldness and aloofness between his brows instantly vanished.

"Up so early? Why not sleep a little longer?"

Xie Jing took off his glasses, pinched his high nose bridge, and his voice was a little hoarse from staying up all night.

Jiang Chu put down the heavy tray and placed it next to the stack of documents in front of him.

"Should I sleep a little longer?"

She said helplessly.

Xie Jing was silent for a few seconds. "I'll catch up on my sleep once this is all over."

Jiang Chu looked at him suspiciously, "Really? Not going to the company?"

Xie Jing shook his head. "I'll go to sleep first. Really, I don't want to faint during the meeting."

Jiang Chu was amused by him, "Okay."

She carefully observed the handsome and mature man in front of her. Seeing that he didn't rush to operate the computer, her heart began to race. "I have a question for you."

Xie Jing nodded slightly.

Jiang Chu took a deep breath. "Do you like me?"

Xie Jing looked at her seriously, "I've never liked anyone. There's no benchmark. But I think if I don't see them, I'll miss them, and if I do, I'll be happy—"

Jiang Chu's heart pounded.

Xie Jing took her hand and placed it on his chest, letting her feel his heart pounding just as fast. "...I also cherish every moment we spend together. I think that's what love is."

Jiang Chu couldn't help but smile.

"Hmm," she took another deep breath, "Well, I'm pretty much the same! Even though we haven't known each other for long, I also, cough, often think about you."

After saying that, she quickly pulled her hand back, her fingers twisting tightly, and looked at the man in front of her with some unease.

Xie Jing looked up at her, his eyes deep and gentle. "Okay."

He held her delicate hands, not pressing her to explicitly express her liking or love. "...Thank you for telling me."

Jiang Chu blushed. "So, about that girlfriend thing you mentioned before, I agreed!"

She raised her chin towards the plate and said solemnly, "And as your new girlfriend, I have the right to supervise how you eat breakfast!"

Xie Jing looked at her and couldn't help but want to laugh.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the tray.

Inside are golden-brown, crispy toast, runny double-sided fried eggs, sizzling thick-cut bacon, a vegetable platter, and steaming hot oat milk, all emitting an enticing aroma.

"Thanks."

Xie Jing looked at the lavish breakfast, held Jiang Chu's wrist, and gently rubbed it. "But you don't need to make these things yourself; just leave it to the servants."

Jiang Chu slapped his hand. "I was planning to watch you eat, at least take a bite, otherwise you'll easily get stomach problems."

Xie Jing glanced at the computer, then released her. "Okay, let's eat right away."

"Really?" Jiang Chu sighed, "And did you not sleep at all?"

Xie Jing shook his head, "...I rested in the study for a while, which counts as sleeping."

Jiang Chu continued to sigh, pulled out a wet wipe from the side, and carefully wiped her hands clean.

Then, picking up the silver knife and fork, he skillfully cut off a runny fried egg and added a small piece of crispy bacon.

"You have time to talk to me, so surely you could take a few seconds to eat a bite? Unless you're feeling unwell? Nauseous?"

"No," Xie Jing looked at her helplessly, "I was indeed hungry, but I kept thinking I'd eat after I finished what I was doing, and then there was always another thing to do after finishing one."

Jiang Chu bent down slightly and presented the knife and fork directly to Xie Jing's lips.

"I knew it. Since you're hungry, hurry up and eat!"

She blinked her beautiful eyes, as if coaxing a child, deliberately drawing out her words:

"Come on, open your mouth—ah—"

Xie Jing was slightly taken aback by her charming yet domineering appearance.

He looked up at the girl who was so close to him.

The warm lamplight fell on her profile, making the fine downy hairs clearly visible. In her clear eyes, there was only pure, undisguised concern.

Xie Jing's heart suddenly softened.

He didn't refuse again, and obediently parted his thin lips slightly to take the food she offered.

"Hmm, it tastes good."

Xie Jing chewed slowly, but his gaze never left Jiang Chu's face. "However, I think last night's 'extra meal' was even tastier."

Jiang Chu: "?"

Jiang Chu viciously forked another piece of mushroom, "Can't you even shut your mouth by eating!"