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 pure white Iceland Goose Feather quilt was comfortably soft, and Leh Ying struggled in this comfort for a long time before she was willing to wake up, reaching out only to find the pillow beside her empty.


On the spring bench at the end of the bed lay a few bags of clothes, without logo, looking expensive and of no particular style, but they were the kind she usually liked to wear.


Leh Ying scooped up her pajamas, went into the bathroom for a morning shower, and came out, still not seeing a trace of Xu Jingxi.


There was breakfast on the bar counter, and a new phone.


She flipped it open, and inside was only Xu Jingxi's number.


She downloaded various apps haphazardly, changing clothes while looking for someone, Li Ting's number was off, probably boarding her flight back home.


Leh Ying took a sip of milk, and when the doorbell rang, she thought Xu Jingxi had come back and hurried over clattering, opening the door.


Let me see what you have drawn.