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

When Director Qiu walked outside, he also saw the visitors.

Xie Qingyang had just gotten out of the car, still carrying a gift box, and was taken aback when he saw him.

"Oh, Miss Xie! It's been a long time."

Director Qiu greeted him with a smile.

Xie Qingyang didn't recognize who it was at first, and simply responded to the greeting.

However, she quickly noticed the other person's name tag and her eyes lit up.

"Director Qiu, what brings you here today—"

Director Qiu has been in this industry for almost twenty years and is a shrewd and calculating person.

He quickly went through the whole situation in his mind.

The official owner of that car was Jiang Chu; but the person who paid for it was undoubtedly Xie Jing.

He had dealt with far too many guests of this caliber and knew the ins and outs of the matter, as well as what to say and what not to say.

Director Qiu continued smiling, "Chairman Xie received a new car today."

That's the absolute truth.

Xie Qingyang nodded, "I understand. You go ahead with your work, I'll go in and check on him."

"Take care, Miss Xie."

Director Qiu nodded politely, then turned and walked towards the business car parked on the side of the road.

Xie Qingyang walked through the half-open courtyard gate toward the main building.

The Ferrari in the courtyard had already been driven away, and she couldn't see exactly what kind of car it was.

But she didn't take it seriously.

She just felt that if her father had just received a new car, he probably wouldn't be in a bad mood right now.

Xie Qingyang came here today to apologize to Xie Jing in person.

Lin Yuwei was, after all, her friend; it was she who invited her to her home. There was no point in trying to deny it.

It was her oversight that brought along someone who didn't know their place, which ultimately displeased her father.

If you hadn't bumped into it, that would have been fine, but if you did, then it's a different story.

I should at least do something to show my appreciation.

Xie Qingyang walked forward while thinking.

She rarely visited the villa on Yunxiang Road, and almost never went inside the main building. When she did come, she would just sit in the living room at the entrance.

Butler Wang quickly came forward to greet her, "Young Miss, you've arrived."

"Butler Wang, is Father busy?"

"Sir is available now," Butler Wang said, turning to the side. "He's waiting for you in the annex of the waterside pavilion on the east side."

Xie Qingyang nodded and followed Butler Wang along a tree-lined path paved with cobblestones toward an exquisite building far from the main building.

This waterside annex is extremely luxuriously decorated, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows on all four sides, offering excellent views of the lake.

But this place is actually used for business entertainment and meeting with outsiders.

However, in the years after the villa was built, Xie Qingyang did not come often and was not very clear about these things, so he did not think too much about it.

She just thought to herself that her father was simply enjoying the scenery.

Xie Qingyang quickly entered the reception room of the annex building.

Xie Jing sat on a dark gray leather sofa, dressed in casual clothes, his coldness in his eyes lessened.

Xie Qingyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

it is as expected.

He's probably in a good mood today because he got a new car.

"dad."

Xie Qingyang called out respectfully and stepped forward.

Xie Jing nodded. "Please sit down."

Xie Qingyang sat down on the single sofa to the side and placed the exquisite velvet gift box he had brought on the marble coffee table.

She took a deep breath and spoke with a serious and sincere expression.

"Dad, I only just found out about what happened that night at the villa on Biyun Road."

"Hmm?" Xie Jing raised an eyebrow slightly. "You knew?"

Xie Qingyang lowered his head. "Yes, I'm sorry. I only realized it now. It was all my oversight—"

Xie Jing didn't speak, but leaned back on the sofa and quietly watched her.

Xie Qingyang felt a little intimidated by his stare, but she still forced herself to continue.

"I made a mistake in choosing my friends. I only associated with Lin Yuwei because she had good grades in her major courses, unlike some people who just coasted through school. I thought we could perhaps discuss academics together. But now I realize that good grades don't necessarily mean a good character."

She whispered, "Don't worry, I will never have anything to do with her again."

After listening, Xie Jing's expression did not change significantly. "...Indeed, grades can only represent a very limited amount of information."

Xie Qingyang paused, feeling that there was something more to the other person's words.

Without thinking twice, she quickly pushed the gift box on the coffee table forward to ease the tension.

"Dad, these are some snacks I made myself. I know you're health-conscious, so I deliberately reduced the sugar."

This box of pastries was actually made by the pastry chef she specifically requested; she only stood by and lent a hand when it was finally unmolded.

But Xie Qingyang felt that his father was too busy to care about such trivial matters.

Would they interrogate the pastry chef?

So that's what she said.

Xie Jing glanced down at the exquisitely packaged gift box.

"You made this?" he asked casually. "You've taken to making desserts now?"

Xie Qingyang straightened his back slightly. "Yes—"

She has always looked down on people who revolve around the stove and cooking pot, and she feels that she doesn't need to know those things because of her status.

But we can't say that now.

"I baked them myself! I find that quite interesting now."

Xie Qingyang poured out everything he had memorized beforehand, like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

"I used cake flour, butter, a special blend of almond flour, and coconut flour—"

She listed the ingredients one by one and their weights.

A brief silence fell over the reception room.

Xie Jing looked at her, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, "...These ingredients are also available in the kitchen here."

Xie Qingyang was taken aback.

Xie Jing: "If you like doing it, you can do some more."

Xie Qingyang's face immediately turned pale.

Xie Jing glanced at her, "But... you look tired too, go and get some rest."

Of course he could let her go to the kitchen and cook, but in the end she wouldn't be able to cook anything.

but--

Why waste this time?

Someone is still waiting for me.

Xie Jing: "Thank you for your trouble."

Xie Qingyang hurriedly stood up, "Then...then I won't disturb your rest any longer."

She turned and strode quickly out of the annex of the waterside pavilion. Her originally composed steps now carried a hint of fleeing in panic.

The reception room fell silent once more.

Five minutes later, Jiang Chu entered through the side door and, upon seeing the pastries on the table, remarked, "...Wow, they're quite pretty."

Xie Jing glanced at her. "If you want to eat it, I'll have someone make it again. Judging from the ingredients, this one probably won't suit your taste."

Jiang Chu chuckled, "Never mind, it's fine when it's cold, but I get tired of this kind after just a couple of bites."

She glanced in the direction Xie Qingyang had left. "I just started the car. Are you done talking already?"

Xie Jing raised an eyebrow. "You still want to talk to her for a bit?"

Jiang Chu: "That's not it. We're not very familiar with each other... and I don't plan to show up before she leaves."

She looked at the man in front of her uncertainly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Xie Jing remained calm. "It's up to you. She'll find out sooner or later anyway."

"Ah," Jiang Chu's mind went blank for a moment, "A daughter may not tell her father when she makes friends, but a father can also freely date and have a girlfriend, and he may not necessarily have to tell his daughter. When my dad was looking for a partner, he only told me when he was about to get married."

Xie Jing looked at her with a half-smile, "Yes, so you'll find out sooner or later."

Jiang Chu: "?"

Jiang Chu suddenly realized what was happening and blushed.