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

"Then let's not talk about it," Xiao Li reminded.


"Even saying 'I'm sorry' or kneeling down and begging him would be useless," Xiao Li also said.


Leh Ying's lips were injured, so she ate very slowly, but she still maintained an elegant and dignified demeanor.


Xiao Li looked over and noticed that the porridge in her bowl was still the same amount as when it had arrived, as if she were an ant nibbling at it. Seeing her lips, it was hard to blame her.


Leh Ying replied, "I accompanied him for the whole day, caught a lot of fish, and then he released them back into the lake."


Xiao Li shifted her gaze away, reminiscing, "He likes to feed the fish like that, that's not really fishing."


Leh Ying slightly uplifted her lips, scooped a small spoonful of lotus seed pod butter crab jelly cake, and as it melted deliciously in her mouth, it was the kind of good that made her cheek muscles clench and her eyes squint with amazement.


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