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

The next morning.

Sunlight slanted through the gaps in the ginkgo trees, falling on the asphalt road and shattering into a shower of gold leaf.

The Audi drove slowly through the tree-lined avenues of the campus and came to a stop near the main auditorium.

I had great luck this morning.

Jiang Chu thought to herself.

She actually found a parking space on the ground!

Although it's a little far from where I have class, it takes much less time than going to and from the underground parking garage.

Normally, most of the ground parking spaces on campus are occupied, and when one becomes available, it is quickly taken up.

She quickly parked the car, grabbed her bag, and went to class.

After two tedious professional classes, it was almost noon.

Jiang Chu went back to her dormitory, packed some personal belongings, and took them to her car.

I had just closed the trunk when I ran into a group of students, mostly business management and mathematics majors, who looked like they had just finished a long lecture.

A dense crowd of students walked through the tree-lined avenue.

She saw Xie Qingyang and Wei Jing.

They walked behind, the former still looking elegant and poised, while the latter appeared quite haggard.

Wei Jing was wearing a neatly pressed shirt, but there were dark circles under his eyes, indicating that he hadn't slept well last night.

The two were talking when Xie Qingyang spotted Jiang Chu first.

Her expression darkened slightly.

Wei Jing turned his head following her gaze, his expression becoming more sinister.

Xie Qingyang frowned, walked to the car and stood still, looking at the Audi and then at Jiang Chu.

"Jiang Chu, I hope you won't do this."

"?"

Jiang Chu also looked at her car. "I'm in my parking space!"

Xie Qingyang: "...That's not what I meant. Heaven is watching what people do. You know what you've done. He was indeed wrong, but hitting him once should have evened things out. If you go too far, there will be retribution sooner or later."

She was referring to the incident where Qiao Yi's legs were broken yesterday evening.

Jiang Chu was taken aback.

He then understood Xie Qingyang's meaning.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

Jiang Chu crossed her arms and looked around.

Most people had left, but a few people deliberately slowed down or pretended to be playing on their phones, watching the commotion from the sidelines.

"...However, speaking of this, there is someone standing in front of us who was just taken away by the police yesterday and went to the station, so it is obvious that I am not the one who did something wrong."

Wei Jing's face immediately turned ashen.

Jiang Chu deliberately raised her voice.

"Why don't you go talk to this upright and honest genius student first, and ask him when he'll be punished for illegally hacking into the national computer system?"

The onlookers erupted in uproar.

"you!"

Wei Jing coldly said, "Jiang Chu! Stop making baseless accusations! Yesterday's incident was just a procedural misunderstanding by the police! I've already given my statement and been released without charge! I haven't participated in any illegal or criminal activities at all!"

He raised his voice as high as he could, trying to prove his innocence to the students watching.

"If I had a problem," Wei Jing continued, "would I still be standing here now? Could I be released so quickly?"

The group of people not far away began to whisper among themselves.

"Oh, it's a misunderstanding." Jiang Chu nodded perfunctorily. "Alright, what do you need me for? If not, I'm leaving."

Wei Jing dared not make a sound, fearing that she might say something shocking again.

"Jiang Chu," he said in a low voice, "let me tell you, Qiao Yi is the only son of the Qiao family. The Qiao family has deep roots and connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles. You had him beaten up like that yesterday, the Qiao family will definitely not let this go. When the Qiao family retaliates, you and that old man behind you won't even know how you died!"

Jiang Chu raised an eyebrow. "Is it possible that he has a biological older sister? To say someone with a sister is an only child—what does that mean? Does that mean women aren't considered people? According to your logic, if someone only has daughters, can we say they have no children?"

Xie Qingyang's face remained ashen.

Wei Jing immediately realized he had said the wrong thing, "Don't be unreasonable—"

A deep, resonant whistle sounded.

Everyone instinctively turned around.

A Maybach S680, all black and exuding an understated aura, slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man in a black suit hurriedly got out, carrying an exquisite sandalwood box in his hands.

Xie Qingyang knew this person.

The Qiao family's butler.

Wei Jing didn't know who this was and was still sizing him up.

Butler Liu carried the heavy sandalwood box and walked in this direction.

He walked all the way to Jiang Chu.

He bent over.

Bow at a 90-degree angle.

The movements were extremely precise, even tinged with fear and humility.

"Miss Jiang."

"Butler Liu said respectfully."

"I am the Qiao family's butler. I am here today on the orders of our young lady, Qiao Zheng, to apologize to you."

Wei Jing's cold smile froze.

He seemed frozen in place, his mouth slightly agape, looking comically like a clown.

Xie Qingyang was even more shocked.

Butler Liu presented the sandalwood box to Jiang Chu.

"Miss Jiang, our young lady said that it was her fault for not disciplining him properly, which led the young master to do such a heinous thing..."

He spoke nervously.

"This is a letter of apology from the young lady. And inside... are antique ruby ​​jewelry passed down from the previous dynasty, a small gift to calm Miss Jiang's nerves. Please accept it."

As he spoke, Butler Liu carefully opened the sandalwood box.

Under the blazing midday sun, the entire set of antique ruby ​​necklace, earrings, and bracelet, radiating a luminous glow and free of impurities, was instantly revealed to the crowd.

The intricate and exquisite cloisonné technique, the rich and vibrant color like pigeon blood—

Even an ordinary student who doesn't know anything about jewelry can tell at a glance that this item is absolutely priceless and must be the highlight of some auction.

Butler Liu lowered his head even further. "This is just a small gift. If Miss Jiang has time, our young lady hopes to personally visit you to apologize. There will be a gift to present then."