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 other person plunked their buttocks directly onto the table, "Coming to a place like this and not drinking? Or should we go somewhere else to have fun?"


Henry bent down and leaned close, Leh Ying catching the strong scent of alcohol on him, overpowering and unpleasant.


It lacked the enchanting faint whiff of the gentleman from Forty-Nine City.


Henry was full of playful mockery, whistling rakishly. The sound made Leh Ying cough.


"How about we take a picture to commemorate this?"


Henry reached out and played with the camera she was carrying. Leh Ying immediately grabbed the strap and pulled it back, clutching the camera to her chest.


Herny, drunk as a skunk, looked at her with clarity in his speech, "I just want to be friends with you, don't be nervous."


His aim was Leh Ying, not Li Ting and the others.


When Li Ting left, Henry didn't even glance her way, not stopping her in the slightest.


Gentle but cold-blooded (3)