Shi Jingjing

Leh Ying found herself acquainted with the higher echelons she should not aspire to, and when the profligate young master Liu Huaiying pursued her relentlessly, she had no escape.
A fleeting glimpse of Young Master Xu, Xu Jingxi's appearance, had her heart fluttering, and her spirit moved; the Xu family was the center of power within Forty-Nine City, and only he could change the game.
On a snowy night, by the door of the Mercedes Benz G Class, she tiptoed and gently cupped her palm to light a cigarette for Xu Jingxi.
The man’s lips leisurely wrapped around the cigarette, and he leaned slightly towards her. His clear-cut face partially lowered into the backlight’s shadow, the flame at the tip of the cigarette flickered faintly between them. When he finally looked up, his eyes were calm and indifferent, and he asked in a rising inflection, “What do you want?”
Leh Ying, “Only what you can give.”
Others quickly realized, “That Xu Jingxi, born into high chambers, his flesh and bones saturated with a profound desire for power. For someone like him, even feelings are superfluous. What do you have to gamble your status with him?”
Keeping her by his side was merely Xu Jingxi’s pastime for his loneliness.
He was accustomed to acting out scenes, she never sought status, and turned to leave the capital to hold an art exhibition.
Just as she packed and entered the elevator, Xu Jingxi stood tall in the center, his index finger slowly hooking the fine bone necklace at the front of her neck and gently pulling her back as she moved to step out.
**
That Valentine's Day night, within the Third Ring, luxury hotels were fully booked, and some witnessed the entire BVG Hotel being reserved by Young Master Xu.
What left the deepest impression on Leh Ying was the man half-kneeling on the bed, wearing a loosely tied bathrobe, biting on a pen cap, and picking up a Thin Gold Calligraphy Style brush to inscribe three characters along the edge of her collarbone—Xu Jingxi.

Extreme Addiction

The ringing was about to end when Xu Jingxi finally connected the video call, with darkness on the other side; he hadn't turned on his camera.


Leh Ying sat down in front of the desk, propping her chin on her arm, listening to the voice coming from the other end.


Someone was speaking to that astute political animal, Mr. Xu, "Sir, BitInfoCharts' data."


The conversation was in English, about Bitcoin or Ethereum perhaps.


Recalling that Thailand is an hour behind, there's no way Xu Jingxi would be alone at this hour.


Perhaps surrounded by a few analysts, or someone's female companion and new favorite.


There was a rustle, the sound of a pen dropping on the desk and the noise of a chair being pulled out.


Then silence enveloped the room for two or three minutes.


Xu Jingxi left the room, his leather shoes stepping firmly down the stairs, before settling into a leather sofa by the sea as if finding a random spot to sit.


Leh Ying, do you have the awareness of being raised?