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

"He's not that important," Xu Jingxi said calmly, "If he were important, we wouldn't have let him retire and go back to his hometown in the first place, understand?"


He spoke the blunt truth without fear of seeming cold-hearted.


He would send someone to the funeral to show respect.


He smiled openly and moved the soup spoon closer, "Want to try?"


"You have a hygiene obsession, you don't like sharing utensils with others," the young girl shook her head, "No thanks."


Xu Jingxi closed the distance further, pushing into her tightly closed mouth, "It's all yours."


Before she could react, a small mouthful of chicken soup slipped between her lips.


She lifted her head obediently, looking at the man: "Then you feeding me... is that okay?"


"Asking for an inch after getting a mile," he chuckled, scooping up more chicken soup and bringing it to her lips, "Open your mouth."


Hello you, is it okay?