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

Xie Jing: "..."

Xie Jing looked at the little girl in front of him and found it all increasingly interesting.

Jiang Chu was a little embarrassed, so she turned her phone over and showed him the screen. "I really only have a few dollars left, and I'm almost broke even on the subway."

She didn't bring her subway card today!

While Jiang Chu was mentally complaining about the original owner, who had spent so much money that she only had a single-digit balance left, she also remembered that the other person probably planned to ask Wei Jing for money when she ran out.

"At this time, the subway might not be convenient," Xie Jing finally spoke again. "Besides, this place isn't close to the station. Should I arrange for someone to take you directly home, or back to school?"

Jiang Chu's eyes lit up. "Then I'll have to trouble you!"

"It's no trouble at all," Xie Jing interrupted her, "and besides—"

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Chu's stomach suddenly growled.

Jiang Chu: "..."

Her face turned bright red in an instant!

Her cheeks, ears, and neck were quickly flushed with a decadent blush, even more intensely red than when he had embraced her by the pool.

Jiang Chu wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground right now.

Tonight isn't a night of seduction at all, it's a night of embarrassment.

The original owner only ate a few bites of vegetables for dinner in order to look good in a dress at the party. After all that trouble, this is perfectly normal now.

Jiang Chu lowered her head, not daring to look at Xie Jing's expression. "...I'm sorry, please continue."

A very soft, almost inaudible chuckle seemed to come from the side.

Jiang Chu thought she had misheard.

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked up at the man who was standing close to her, somewhat bewildered.

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly, and a barely perceptible ripple seemed to spread across his deep black eyes.

"However," he said with a half-smile, "at least you should be allowed to eat your fill before you leave."

Jiang Chu stared at him blankly.

Xie Jing shifted his gaze from the girl's face, which was flushed red, and looked at the chief assistant not far away: "Have the kitchen prepare some late-night snacks."

He paused, then looked at Jiang Chu, "What do you like to eat? Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

Jiang Chu shook her head, "Anything is fine."

Xie Jing glanced at her. "I asked you what you like."

The man's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable sense of pressure, landing heavily.

Jiang Chu's heart skipped a beat, and she dared not be vague any longer. "It's just, regular Chinese food is fine... a little sour, a little spicy, I don't have any dietary restrictions, I just don't really like ginger. I just thought you usually eat Western food, so that's fine with me too."

Her voice grew softer and softer.

Upon hearing this, Xie Jing subtly raised his chin.

The assistant suppressed the shock in his eyes, turned around, and quickly left.

"sit."

Xie Jing gestured again to the sofa next to him.

Jiang Chuyi sat down gently on the single sofa to the side.

The sofa was soft and large, almost sinking her in, but she still sat upright with her hands folded on her knees—a standard posture honed through rigorous physical training.

The living room regained its efficient working atmosphere.

The assistants and technicians were talking in hushed tones, and occasionally someone would come forward and hand Xie Jing a tablet or a document to review.

"Sir, regarding the unusual transaction flow at the London Gold Exchange, after the activation of the secondary protocol, a cryptocurrency exchange-related account located in Switzerland has been preliminarily identified..."

"The McKinsey team has taken over the ESG report for the lithium mining project and expects to submit a new draft by 10:00 AM tomorrow, with a focus on strengthening the sections on community sustainability and water resource management..."

"The legal and finance teams have conducted a preliminary assessment of the three tax structure optimization proposals sent from Singapore..."

Xie Jing listened, occasionally offering a brief instruction.

"Continue to track the account and identify the ultimate beneficiary."

"The community section of the ESG report should include specific measures and budgets for the protection of local cultural heritage."

His decisions were decisive, and his speech was steady, leaving no room for hesitation or discussion.

Every instruction hit the nail on the head, as if he already had a clear roadmap in his mind for those intricate issues of cross-border business, financial risks, and legal compliance.

Under the lights, the man's handsome profile was cold and focused, exuding an aura of control and dominance.

This is the true top level of power.

Jiang Chu thought about it vaguely.

He wasn't talking about deals worth millions or tens of millions, but rather a massive undertaking that could influence the industry and drive the flow of international resources.

Jiang Chu sat quietly, her gaze lowered, silently playing with her silent phone, trying to minimize her presence.

After some time, the butler quietly appeared and whispered, "Sir, the midnight snack is ready."

Xie Jing closed his laptop, stood up, and asked, "Miss Jiang?"

The oppressive work atmosphere subsided slightly, but the composure and authority of a superior remained ever-present.

Jiang Chu also immediately stood up, "...Yes."

The side room is more private and cozy than the main living room.

Under the warm yellow light, a huge solid wood dining table was already set with many exquisite dishes.

A large bowl of steaming hot beef broth, the soup a tempting golden color, topped with finely chopped red pickled peppers and fresh cilantro.

A plate of grouper, with its tender and firm flesh, and a dish of king crab legs, with its plump and sweet crab meat, both soaked in a secret broth that is spicy, sour, and fragrant.

A basket of crystal-clear red soup dumplings, more than twenty in total, with skins as thin as paper, revealing the scalding soup inside. They are accompanied by Zhenjiang vinegar, chili oil, and finely shredded ginger.

And two large bowls of rice, each grain distinct and fragrant.

The tableware is made of warm, white porcelain, and the chopsticks are made of ebony inlaid with silver, giving it a very stylish look.

"sit."

Xie Jing sat down in the main seat and began to eat with elegance and composure.

Jiang Chu sat down opposite them. At first, she was a little reserved, but the food was so delicious that she quickly became so engrossed in eating that she lost all sense of time and place.

Xie Jing looked at her thoughtfully.

The girl across from me had really good table manners, taking small, refined bites of food. She was so agitated by the spiciness that she couldn't help but take another bite while gently gasping for breath.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, glistening under the light, like morning rain clinging to magnolia petals.

Her lips, which were originally a pale pink, were now stained a full, luscious red. Her lower lip was slightly swollen, so tender that it looked as if it might burst open at any moment, oozing sweet beads of blood.

Xie Jing recalled how, when she pulled her from the edge of the pond, her pale face flushed red, looking both fragile and vibrant.

At that moment, she sat opposite me, completely unaware, eating earnestly yet shyly, her bright red cherry lips moving slightly.

He really did look like he had just been brutally abused.

He paused in his act of picking up food, his chopsticks hovering in mid-air, his gaze fixed intently on her face.

The latter noticed something, looked up, her wet eyes still glistening with tears from the spiciness, gazing at him innocently and softly.

The energy they had during the argument was completely gone.

The little girl gave a mumbled hum, seemingly puzzled as to why he was staring at her.

That voice, nasal and incredibly soft, paired with her swollen little lips and the thin layer of sweat on her nose—

It's like a dessert that's been made too delicious, yet it's completely unaware of how tasty it is.

He slowly put down his chopsticks, picked up his glass, took a sip of ice water, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

The cold water couldn't quell the restlessness she had unconsciously stirred within him, yet he couldn't bear to look away from her face.

Jiang Chu lowered her head again to deal with a crab leg. Her cheeks puffed out slightly. After chewing a couple of times, she hissed softly from the spiciness, sticking out a small piece of her pink tongue before quickly retracting it.

Like a kitten that sneaks a bite and then gets burned.

She's so cute.

She's so cute you'd want to take her away, plate and all.

"..."

Xie Jing crossed his legs and leaned back in the chair.