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

Xie Jing hugged the person in his arms tighter.

"...In that kind of environment where you risk your life every day, I would take the time to see her. If we got along well, that would be great. If we didn't get along, I wouldn't bother with it."

Jiang Chu listened quietly, feeling a pang of heartache.

She couldn't imagine how this tycoon, who now controls a trillion-dollar empire, had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood back then.

"What's wrong?"

Xie Jing noticed her stiffness, and his gaze softened slightly. He deliberately asked, "Weren't you still thinking of joining the underworld? Are you scared now?"

"no."

Jiang Chu bit her lip, her whole body seemingly boneless, softly pressing herself into his neck, her hands tightly wrapped around his hard shoulders.

"...I have something to tell you."

She leaned close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his neck, and said, "Xie Jing, you are now the most handsome and imposing man I have ever seen in the entire universe."

The girl spoke slowly and deliberately.

Xie Jing was startled.

...That feeling was very subtle.

He had experienced the cutthroat world of business and traversed the battlefields amidst gunfire; his heart had long been tempered and hardened like iron.

At that moment, the girl in his arms' childish yet passionate declaration seemed to easily leave a deep imprint on his heart.

"neat."

He called her name in a low, hoarse voice, unable to restrain himself any longer, and rolled over, pressing her hard against the soft silk quilt.

The photo album rolled to the side.

But the person in bed was too preoccupied to care.

Xie Jing's large hands gripped her ten fingers, pressing them firmly into the pillow above her head, his tall body looming down upon her.

Outside the window, the first snow of the winter solstice fell heavier and heavier.

Inside the warm, spring-like master bedroom, with the bed curtains drawn, the man's passionate kisses fell like a storm.

It was as if he was completely overwhelmed by the intense love that he had never received in the first half of his life and that had been accumulating for decades.

-

The weather in Beijing is always unpredictable, but on Sunday, the sky was clear and the temperature had risen strangely.

The snow from the previous days has mostly melted, leaving only the clean, chilly feeling of the soil and vegetation after being washed away.

The weather was unusually pleasant, so Xie Jing ended the regular group meeting early and took Jiang Chu to a top-tier private manor club located at the foot of the Western Hills on the outskirts of Beijing.

Nestled against the mountains and beside the water, this place covers a vast area and includes not only a fully enclosed high-end horse farm, but also a private lawn golf course built along the mountainside with excellent views.

Although it is winter, the stadium uses a complete imported constant temperature turf maintenance system, and as far as the eye can see, it is still a lush, dark green, exuding vitality.

Xie Jing wore a dark blue haute couture sportswear outfit today. With broad shoulders and a wide back, and long legs, he looked less cold and ruthless than he usually does in a suit and tie, but more mature and composed.

Jiang Chu wore a champagne-colored fitted cashmere sweatshirt, paired with a white A-line pleated mini skirt and leggings, and tied her hair in a high ponytail, which swayed with her steps.

She exuded youthful energy and was as beautiful as a peach blossom blooming in winter.

"Mr. Xie, you're not out for fun today, are you?"

Jiang Chu sat in the custom-made electric golf cart, resting her chin on her hand as she watched the man driving.

Xie Jing, with one hand on the steering wheel, turned his head to look at her upon hearing this, "I'm going to meet an old fox in a bit to discuss a pretty important project."

Soon, the golf cart came to a smooth stop in the center of the field.

There is a heated rest pavilion with a full glass dome in front.

Inside the spacious rest pavilion, the underfloor heating and fresh air system were continuously supplying warmth, and inside sat a man nearing fifty with an extremely dignified aura.

The man had a square face, sharp eyes, and a very serious expression.

Jiang Chu had already learned of this person's identity on the way.

He is He Zhengyuan, the head of the He family, a shipping and heavy industry tycoon in China.

In terms of seniority, he is a generation older than Xie Jing and is also a heavyweight tycoon.

Whether Tianyu Group can successfully obtain the crucial air traffic rights exemptions for its next few core port supply chain projects overseas depends entirely on today's closed-door negotiation.

To Jiang Chu's surprise, a little girl was sitting next to the powerful and influential President He.

The little girl looked to be only three or four years old, wearing a custom-made white children's down jacket. She was exquisitely beautiful and extremely cute.

At this moment, she was pouting, clutching her crooked-eared teddy bear tightly in her arms, sitting sullenly in the corner of the sofa.

Her little face was full of grievances, and she looked very unhappy.

"...Chairman He, thank you for waiting."

Xie Jing strode up the steps, extended his hand first, and spoke in a low and polite tone.

"Chairman Xie, I just arrived too."

He Zhengyuan stood up.

The two men shook hands.

After exchanging greetings, He Zhengyuan naturally looked at Xie Jing's side and couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

Jiang Chu walked forward confidently and said, "Chairman He, hello."

He Zhengyuan wasn't meeting Xie Jing for the first time, but this was the first time he'd seen him bring a woman to such an occasion.

Xie Jing had never even raised his daughter before.

"..."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two men sat down at a mahogany table nearby.

Assistants immediately stepped forward and took out stacks of international agreements and due diligence reports bearing the official seal of confidentiality from their briefcases.

The relaxed atmosphere changed in an instant.

"Chairman Xie, the concessions offered by Tianyu for Port No. 3 are tempting, but you should know that the political risk control costs we have to bear are too high..."

He Zhengyuan abandoned his previous amiable demeanor and instantly transformed into a shrewd and ruthless business tycoon.

Xie Jing leaned back in his chair with an air of composure, his long legs crossed. He picked up the cup of red tea in front of him and took a sip, his calm black eyes unfathomable.

Jiang Chu sat on the single sofa next to him and listened for a few minutes, but found that he still had a hard time keeping up.

Such high-level negotiations, which often involve hundreds of billions of dollars and even geopolitical maneuvering between major powers, are clearly beyond the scope of her current cramming skills.

She turned her head and her gaze fell on the angry little girl not far away.

Xie Jing had just spoken a few words to him. This Miss He Mingzhu was He Zhengyuan's daughter, born late in life, and whom he cherished dearly.

The little girl was kicking the edge of the sofa, her eyes red, clearly having just cried.

Jiang Chu's mind raced.

She stood up, tiptoed to the water bar inside the rest pavilion, picked out a few delicate and light desserts, and poured herself two glasses of warm, freshly squeezed orange juice.

"Hello," Jiang Chu greeted He Mingzhu. "Want to have a drink together?"

The little girl heard the sound and looked up warily.

Her big eyes blinked as she looked at the orange juice on the tray, puffed out her cheeks and nodded. When Jiang Chu handed her the cup, she thanked him in a childish voice.

"You're welcome," Jiang Chu said with a smile, glancing at the teddy bear in the girl's arms. "Why are the bear's ears crooked?"

He Mingzhu blinked.

Children may have a very keen intuition about "beauty" and "kindness".

The older sister in front of me had a bright and sparkling smile, and she had a fragrant, pleasant herbal scent.

She is nothing like those hypocritical, ingratiating adults at her father's company who only know how to fawn over her.

She didn't like those uncles and aunts.

At least most of them are.

"Its name is Fatty."

He Mingzhu sniffled, looking a little aggrieved. "Pangpang is in bad shape, he's sick now. But Daddy still insisted on coming here."

Jiang Chu felt that the comforting suggestion of "buying another one" had already been used up.

"Have you been holding it the whole time these past few days?"

Jiang Chu asked.

He Mingzhu nodded.

"...Why don't you try letting it take a nap? Maybe when it wakes up, its ears will have been sewn back together by a fairy?"

"Go to sleep," He Mingzhu blinked at her, "and that'll be enough?"

Jiang Chu nodded. "When you're tired, you go to sleep. You feel better when you wake up, right? You're always holding it, so it can't rest."

He Mingzhu pondered for a few seconds, nodded seriously, and took small sips of orange juice, her previously tense face relaxing.

After finishing her juice, she looked at Jiang Chu and said, "Sister, you're very beautiful, like someone from TV. Can you do magic?"

Jiang Chu was torn; perhaps she should call her aunt.

"No...but I can dance, would you like to see me?"