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.
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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

"Ever since you went to study in Forty-Nine City, the chances we get to see you have become fewer and fewer."


In the mirror, Ms. Wang Yanhe is not fat—her body is slim, yet her face is large and round. Ever since I can remember, I've never seen Ms. Wang Yanhe get angry; she's always gentle and smiling, no matter the occasion.


"Your father's getting on in years, and he'd be upset to see you cry, so I persuaded him to watch the news next door."


In my memory, my father is stern, and he doesn't seem like someone who would cry.


The unhealthy nature of her past relationship with Xu Jingxi, which had always been indescribable, had never been questioned or mentioned by anyone, and Leh Ying lowered her head.


Do they really think she and Xu Jingxi were in love before?


Ms. Wang Yanhe looked into the mirror, "Worried about something?"


She shook her head, no, that wasn't the case.


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