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.
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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.

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Leh Ying bit her lip, contemplating for three seconds.


Li Ting linked arms with her, "Your nails look pretty."


She thought they looked nice too, fingers gripping her backpack, off to class.


Eight marble pillars stood erect, with bright gold and cream as the backdrop. A relief sculpture of the "Along the River During Qingming Festival" adorned the wall.


After the meeting ended, Xu Jingxi, with a detached air, tossed his suite jacket pocket's credentials and black pen to the manager.


Under Old Mr. Zhou's watchful eye, he nodded politely, hand casually pocketed, and sauntered down the stairs around the corner.


He got into a black Volkswagen, driven by Song Zhengqing.


Before starting the car, Song Zhengqing turned to look at the back seat, "You really don't like driving."


Xu Jingxi lit a cigarette and placed it between his thin lips, "The driver is being used by someone else."


Are you the girl snatched from Liu Huaiying's hands?