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

Jiang Chu stared at the shiny black card for a long time before slowly raising her head.

"..."

She placed the card on the table and gently pushed it toward him, her expression a mixture of gratitude and unease.

"That's too much."

Jiang Chu wasn't averse to money.

but--

I have already collected quite a few things.

is this okay?

If one day the other party really regrets it, she can't argue with such a person about "it was all your own choice," because they have plenty of ways to deal with her.

Xie Jing put down his coffee cup.

"That means," Jiang Chu sighed, "you gave me a car, jewelry, and so many clothes—"

She gently tapped the card with her finger. "If you really want to give me some money, just give me a few thousand yuan. I'll use it to top up my phone credit or something."

Jiang Chu hesitated for a moment, then stood up. "In my plan, I also intend to make money. I can take on commercial performances, or I can tutor high school students..."

She's done it before.

Xie Jing looked at her for a few seconds, then suddenly stretched out his arm and pulled her into his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head, speaking calmly.

"At your age, you have great energy and stamina—"

His voice came from his chest, steady and resolute.

"Your youth is now, and once it's gone, it's gone forever. It would be a real waste to spend so much time doing things you can do later. Focus on enriching yourself first, and then think about other things."

Jiang Chu leaned against his chest, not speaking immediately.

She had thought he would say, "Anyway, I have money, you don't need to worry about these things."

Considering that this guy is indeed very rich, it wouldn't be surprising if he really said that.

However, he did not.

He didn't just think she didn't need to earn money; he hoped she would spend her time on more worthwhile things.

Jiang Chu turned her head to look at the man who was so close to her.

It's an indescribable feeling, like a warm current silently spreading from the bottom of my heart.

"Thank you," Jiang Chu said, placing a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips, her eyes filled with honest gratitude and tenderness. "Really."

Xie Jing looked down at her rosy lips, his eyes suddenly darkening.

He reached out and pressed against the back of her neck, forcefully intercepting the brief kiss and returning it with several times the force.

Jiang Chu snorted, caught off guard by the sudden deep kiss. Her hands instinctively gripped his sleeves, and she was rendered speechless.

When Xie Jing went to the company, he still forced her to take the card away.

"..."

The weekend arrived quickly, and Jiang Chu received her new car again.

She stood in the courtyard with mixed feelings.

Sunlight poured down, coating the streamlined white silhouette with a dazzling halo.

Ferrari SF90 Stradale.

The pearl white paint gives off a delicate pearly sheen in the morning sunlight. The front is sharp and fierce, while four round taillights are discreetly embedded at the rear.

The entire car is like a meticulously crafted work of art, exuding elegance with an undisguised aggressiveness.

Jiang Chu stood on the steps, tilted his head back, and carefully examined the new machine, feeling quite emotional.

Xie Jing stood by the pillar, his gaze sweeping over the white supercar.

Jiang Chu turned her head. "Are you satisfied now? Weren't you always unhappy with my RS7?"

Xie Jing looked at him helplessly.

This car looks much better than the previous Audi.

In his eyes, that thing was nothing more than an enhanced version of a daily mode of transportation; in his garage, it was just a crude toy.

The SF90 is, after all, a purebred Ferrari flagship with 962 horsepower, all-wheel drive, and a plug-in hybrid system, achieving 0-100 km/h acceleration in under 2.5 seconds, which is barely enough to hold its own.

"More or less," he said, raising his chin slightly. "Still a bit conservative."

After all, given her status, her future interactions with others will be challenging.

The thought flashed through Xie Jing's mind.

However, he didn't say it aloud.

Not long after the delivery truck came to a stop, another black minivan drove into the courtyard.

As soon as the car door opened, a well-dressed, capable-looking middle-aged man stepped out.

The man was wearing a dark suit, his sideburns were neatly trimmed, and he was holding a brown leather folder in his hand.

As soon as he landed, he strode forward and bowed slightly: "Chairman Xie, hello! I am Director Qiu of Ferrari's high-end customer service in China."

Xie Jing nodded, "Director Qiu."

Director Qiu looked pleased, turned his head, and gave Jiang Chu a gentle smile and a nod:

"This must be Ms. Jiang? Hello, it's a great honor to provide you with this vehicle handover service. Now, please allow me to give you a detailed introduction to this SF90."

"Hello."

Jiang Chu followed him toward the white supercar parked in the center of the courtyard.

"The SF90 Stradale uses Ferrari's latest generation V8 twin-turbocharged engine, combined with three independent electric motors to form a PHEV plug-in hybrid powertrain, with a combined output of up to 962 horsepower..."

Director Qiu speaks excellent Mandarin.

"This white is the Bianco Italia pearl white custom-mixed color you specified. Paired with carbon fiber wheels and red brake calipers, the overall visual proportions are outstanding..."

Jiang Chu stood beside the car, sometimes leaning over to look at the interior through the window, sometimes walking around the back of the car, listening quite attentively.

The interior features a Ferrari red and beige two-tone leather cabin, a well-laid-out center console screen, and control areas on the steering wheel—

Director Qiu explained every single detail meticulously.

"Any features you'd like to experience firsthand are available for you to try out anytime you get in the car. Today we've also brought your exclusive maintenance file and information on one-on-one service advisors. All your routine inspections for the year have been scheduled, and you're linked to our dedicated service channel."

Jiang Chu followed and walked around to the front of the car, unable to resist gently stroking the prancing horse emblem, a smile playing on her lips.

This is really beautiful.

Over there, Xie Jing received a phone call, took a few steps back to the door, and said a few words briefly.

During the break, after introducing the basic configuration to Jiang Chu, Director Qiu glanced at Xie Jing.

"Chairman Xie is a very important long-term client of ours. He currently has three race cars registered in our club. One of them was completely modified to rally specifications last year, with its power and chassis all retuned. It has achieved outstanding results."

He paused, then smiled sincerely, "It is our honor to serve those around Chairman Xie."

Jiang Chu tilted her head and glanced at Xie Jing, who was on the phone. "...Oh."

I can't believe someone has this kind of hobby.

The procedures were not complicated. With Director Qiu providing professional assistance, all kinds of transfer documents and vehicle registration information were processed very smoothly.

"Congratulations, Ms. Jiang, this car is now officially yours."

Jiang Chu is looking at insurance.

Although theoretically she shouldn't need to worry about this.

but--

She still finds the idea of ​​owning a Ferrari dreamlike.

Director Qiu left quickly.

At the same time, Butler Wang walked up to Xie Jing and said, "Sir, Miss has arrived and is at the door."