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

Zhang Qisheng glanced at the venue and, hands clasped behind his back, leisurely ascended the stairs. Looking back, he noticed Leh Ying drinking water in the lounge and beckoned to her.


Setting down her water glass, Leh Ying approached, "Director."


She seemed to find the success of her first exhibition unbelievable.


Seeing right through her thoughts written on her face, Zhang Qisheng called her to join him upstairs, "It's normal for you to achieve this level of success. We invited all the necessary people, and they appreciate your paintings very much."


"Then you are thanking the wrong person," Zhang Qisheng said meaningfully.


Leh Ying had to admit, it wasn't the artwork that was key, but rather the people who came behind the scenes. Spending money on paintings was just a way of extending social courtesies.


Watching Zhang Qisheng perusing the profits at the table, Leh Ying tentatively asked, "Director."


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