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

Xie Qingyang frowned as he looked at Jiang Chu, but did not speak immediately.

The others immediately began to speculate.

They were all very shrewd; they didn't know anything else, but they could tell that this reaction wasn't the kind of surprise one would expect from seeing a friend.

Therefore, whoever that woman is, her relationship with the eldest daughter of the Xie family is probably not good.

"...Is he one of those people who used connections to get in, take photos, and then post them on social media to show off?"

Someone scoffed.

"My god, they're letting those people in now? This is such a drop in class!"

The speaker was a young lady wearing a tweed coat and Cartier bracelets stacked on her wrists.

She glanced sideways at Jiang Chu's direction.

"These online celebrities are getting more and more shameless. Look at her, sitting by the window, the people across from her have probably already set up their phones, just waiting to capture the scenery in the picture, and then post it on WeChat Moments with captions like 'a low-key weekend' or 'just finding a place to eat,' and a bunch of people will ask 'Where is this? It's so high-class,' and she'll casually reply, 'It's nothing, just a small place.'"

She imitated that affected tone, which made the people around her burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, that's so accurate!"

"Exactly, these kinds of people are the most annoying. They can't even get into this circle themselves, they just rely on crashing the venue and riding the wave of the atmosphere to take a few photos and fool those unsophisticated fans, claiming to be some kind of elite class, when in reality they don't even have a membership card and were brought in by someone else."

"And look at her outfit," another guy said, holding a wine glass. "The material looks nice, but there are no logos on it. This kind of dressing is either something that people in the real top circles don't need to rely on brands to prove themselves, or it's something that she bought a few high-quality fakes and deliberately put on a high-class vibe of 'I don't care about brands.'"

"In my opinion, it's most likely the latter." Someone curled their lip in disdain. "People in the truly elite circles are either resting at home or on their private yachts at this hour. Who would come to this semi-open club to check in?"

The laughter gradually subsided, and the gazes of the group drifted towards Jiang Chu again, seemingly unintentionally.

Xie Qingyang remained silent, simply holding his wine glass and listening calmly to the discussions around him.

"Qingyang," someone suddenly turned around and asked with a hint of curiosity, "Do you know her?"

Xie Qingyang nodded. "I know him."

"Oh? What's their background?"

"She's a student at our school," Xie Qingyang said calmly. "She's from a different major. She probably didn't come here just to check in and post on social media. Don't speculate."

She naturally knew that Jiang Chu's social media account didn't have any daily check-ins; it was just about showing off jewelry and cosmetics.

"Oh, from Peking University?" The person next to him was somewhat surprised and looked Jiang Chu up and down again. "What do you study?"

Xie Qingyang paused for a moment, then said, "Dance."

As soon as those two words were spoken, the atmosphere in the booth subtly shifted.

The group exchanged glances, their eyes revealing a tacit, meaningful understanding.

"An art student..."

"Wait a minute," the man sitting in the corner suddenly sat up, "A dance student? Could this be Wei Jing's girlfriend?"

The moment those words were spoken, the booth fell silent for a second.

Who is Wei Jing?

"It's the one from last time..."

"Qingyang invited him over this time, but his father had something to do at his company and said he'd be a little late..."

"Oh, I remember now!"

Wei Jing's family background was much worse than everyone else's. Before Xie Qingyang met him, he wasn't part of their circle.

"Qiao Yi," Xie Qingyang said calmly, "Don't talk nonsense. Miss Jiang has repeatedly stated that she and Wei Jing have broken up and have no relationship anymore."

The young man smirked, "Yes, yes, I forgot."

Someone nearby asked suspiciously, "But...Wei Jing's girlfriend, cough, ex-girlfriend, isn't her family very poor? How could she end up in a place like this?"

"So," Qiao Yi sneered, "it definitely wasn't based on its own abilities."

"They've found a new sugar daddy, haven't they?" someone chimed in. "Otherwise, why would they break up with Wei Jing?"

They exchanged a few words, but Xie Qingyang continued to scrutinize Jiang Chu and the middle-aged man opposite him.

The latter was wearing an ordinary dark jacket, sitting upright with a calm gaze, exuding a reserved and serious demeanor.

Judging from his demeanor, he doesn't seem like a big boss.

"Who's standing opposite her? Could it be her new sugar daddy?"

"...That's obviously the driver, isn't it?"

"Pfft, her sugar daddy is so stingy, he only sent some old geezer to keep her company."

Xie Qingyang didn't reply, but glanced at Lao Liang again, almost imperceptibly.

This face...

She felt that he looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

Not an important person.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have forgotten.

Xie Qingyang searched his mind but couldn't find the corresponding memory, so he gave up.

I think I saw a member of a wealthy businessman's entourage from afar at some event. I only met him once, so I didn't bother to remember him.

Xie Jing had several drivers, and Xie Qingyang knew very well what the two most common ones looked like; they were quite different from this person.

So she didn't think about her father at all.

She picked up her wine glass and looked away.

"waiter."

Qiao Yi slowly stopped toying with the wine glass.

His gaze fell on Jiang Chu's profile, and as he thought of Lin Yuwei, an idea formed in his mind.

Qiao Yi raised his hand to beckon the waiter and ordered in a low voice, "Give me a cup of dark roasted charcoal-roasted liquor, the hotter the better, the kind that's just been brewed."

The waiter paused for a moment, but still responded respectfully.

Xie Qingyang recalled his experience at the villa on Yunxiang Road yesterday, and a wave of embarrassment and anger surged within him once again.

She could only keep comforting herself, telling herself that as long as she endured it now, it would all be worth it when she was able to inherit the group in the future.

So he didn't pay any attention to Qiao Yi.

A moment later, the waiter returned with a steaming cup and placed it in front of Qiao Yi.

Qiao Yi glanced down and saw a thin layer of water vapor condensed on the cup, with wisps of steam rising upwards.

He picked up his cup and stood up.

"I'll go say hello."

Qiao Yi said lazily.

"Hey?" someone joked, "Don't go flirting around while Weiwei's not around."

They all assumed Lin Yuwei had something to do today and that's why she didn't come.

As for Qiao Yi, given his personality, it's quite normal for him to want to flirt with a beautiful woman, especially since she doesn't have much of a background.

Qiao Yi waved his hand, walked around the green plant partition, and slowly walked towards the direction where Jiang Chu was.