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

Leh Ying contemplated for a few seconds before replying, "I'll get it myself."


This agreeableness extended to material aspects as well.


She asked Xiao Li to drive to Art Material Street, where she had ordered pigments for pickup today, and luckily, the shop owner kept the store open for her.


What she needed was a Maimeri oil paint box.


The owner pressed some buttons on the computer: "I'll charge you 40,000 yuan, let's round it off."


Xiao Li silently listened to the price quoted by the owner, a whole 40,000 yuan for such a small amount of painting materials.


She also watched Leh Ying pay over 10,000 yuan for just two pencils, Faber-Castell.


In Xiao Li's memory, she was always hardworking and eager to earn money, but it turned out that she spent it all on art supplies.


There's a taste I can't describe