Guide to Rising to Power as a Wife in Beijing's Elite Circle

At 7:30 in the morning, sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains into the bedroom, casting long, thin golden rectangles on the floor.

Fang Jingxiu stood in front of the full-length mirror in the dressing room, adjusting his cuffs.

A dark gray bespoke suit, perfectly tailored with straight shoulders and a just-right waistline.

His white shirt collar was crisp, and his silver-gray tie was tied in a Windsor knot. He was carefully adjusting his cufflinks, a pair of simple platinum cufflinks with no patterns on the surface, only a cold, hard metallic luster under the light.

His movements were slow and meticulous.

Raise your left wrist, pinch the cufflink with your right thumb and forefinger, and gently tighten it.

Then the right wrist.

His profile was reflected in the mirror, with a clear jawline, a straight nose, and deep-set eyes.

The morning light cut a line between light and shadow on his face, adding a touch of sharpness to his usual composure.

If you ignore the clear teeth mark on the side of his neck.

That was from when Chen Nuo couldn't take it anymore last night. The location was tricky, at the edge of the collar. It's not usually visible, but it will show up if you turn your head slightly.

"A refined scoundrel..."

A muffled murmur came from the other side of the bed, with the nasal tone of someone who had just woken up.

Fang Jingxiu paused, looking at the bed in the mirror. Chen Nuo was wrapped in a blanket, with only half of her head showing. Her eyes were still closed, but she was obviously awake.

He put down his cufflinks, turned around, and walked over.

Upon hearing footsteps, Chen Nuo immediately pulled the blanket up high, shrank into the covers, and pretended to be dead.

Fang Jingxiu sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking slightly.

He reached out and tugged at the blanket.

The person inside the blanket was gripping it tightly.

"Who are you cursing, your girlfriend?" His voice was hoarse from the early morning, with a hint of amusement.

A muffled voice from under the covers: "I'm asleep... don't disturb me..."

Fang Jingxiu chuckled and tightened his grip: "Good for you."

Chen Nuo clung tightly to the blanket, wrapped up like a silkworm, writhing and struggling inside: "Fang Jingxiu, don't pull! I'm not wearing any clothes!"

"I know," Fang Jingxiu said calmly. "I was the one who helped you take it off last night."

"..."

The standoff lasted for three seconds.

Fang Jingxiu suddenly changed his strategy. Instead of pulling the blanket off, he reached into the blanket, grabbed the bottom edge of the blanket precisely, and then suddenly pulled it off!

"what!"

Chen Nuo exclaimed in surprise and instinctively reached out to grab it, but it was too late.

The blanket was pulled back most of the way, exposing her completely to the morning light. She was only wearing his white short-sleeved shirt, the hem of which just covered her upper thighs. Her two fair and slender legs were exposed to the air, and the sudden chill caused goosebumps to rise on her skin.

Fang Jingxiu was stunned.

His gaze slid from her face to her neck, to her collarbone, to the curves faintly visible beneath her short sleeves, and finally settled on her legs.

In the morning light, her skin was dazzlingly white, her legs were long and straight, and her knees were slightly pink.

"Fang Jingxiu!" Chen Nuo realized what was happening, her face instantly turning bright red. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "You bastard!"

Fang Jingxiu caught the pillow, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He quickly covered her with the blanket again, his movements even a little flustered.

Then he stood up, his back to her, his voice hoarse: "Don't tempt me, girlfriend. I have to go to work."

Chen Nuo peeked out from under the covers, looked at his tense back, and suddenly smiled.

She threw off the covers and got out of bed, stepping barefoot onto the carpet. She walked behind him, reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his back.

"My boyfriend's going to work now~" she said softly, with a hint of teasing. "He's really working hard."

Fang Jingxiu's body became even stiffer.

He could feel her warm body temperature seeping through the fabric of her shirt, smell the scent of her body mixed with his usual cedar scent, and imagine her wearing only his short-sleeved shirt.

"Let go." His voice was strained.

"I won't loosen my grip." Chen Nuo tightened his arms, gently tracing his abdomen with his fingers. "Unless you beg me."

Fang Jingxiu closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, they were already tinged with darkness.

He turned around, cupped her face in his hands, and lowered his head to kiss her.

The kiss was fierce, carrying the restlessness that had been suppressed all morning.

He pinned her against the wardrobe door, slipped his hand under her short-sleeved shirt, and pressed his palm against her hot skin on her waist.

Chen Nuo, breathless from the kiss, reached out to push him away, saying, "Fang Jingxiu...you have to go to work..."

"It's okay to be a little late." He bit her lower lip, his voice muffled.

"But..."

"No buts."

He picked her up, walked back to the bed, and gently laid her down. Then he knelt on one knee by the bed, kissing her as he loosened his tie.

The silver-gray tie was carelessly tossed on the ground.

Then comes the suit jacket.

When he had unbuttoned the third button of his shirt, Chen Nuo reached out to stop him: "Brother Xiu...really...you're going to be late..."

Fang Jingxiu grabbed her hand, pressed it above her head, and looked down into her eyes.

His eyes were red, filled with repressed desire.

The morning light shone from the side, illuminating the sweat on his forehead, his taut jawline, and the clear teeth mark on his neck.

"Chen Nuo," his voice was hoarse beyond belief, "you provoked me first."

Chen Nuo opened his mouth as if to say something, but was kissed again.

This time she didn't refuse.

Because she knew that once this man was aroused, he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied.

Instead of struggling and wasting time, it's better to... cooperate.

She reached out and took the initiative to unbutton the remaining buttons of his shirt.

Fang Jingxiu paused for a moment, then smiled.

That smile was wild and seductive, completely different from his usual composure.

"I've learned my lesson," he said.

Then he stopped restraining himself.

The mattress rustled softly in the morning light.

...[Not approved]

By the time everything was over, it was already 8:20.

Fang Jingxiu carried the limp Chen Nuo to the bathroom, gave her a quick rinse, and then tucked her back into bed.

Chen Nuo was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open, and fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

Fang Jingxiu stood by the bed, looking at her sleeping profile, a gentle smile in his eyes.

"You've got potential," he said softly, his fingers gently tracing her cheek.

Then he turned around and went back into the dressing room.

His suit jacket, shirt, and belt were scattered on the ground.

He picked them up one by one and hung them up.

I took out a spare shirt and suit from the closet; they were dark blue striped and more formal than the previous one.

He looked in the mirror and retied his tie. This time it was a half Windsor knot, more composed.

I replaced the cufflinks with another pair, black agate with platinum trim.

Finally, he checked his appearance in the mirror.

The teeth marks on her neck were still there, but the collar of her dark blue shirt was higher, just covering them.

Her hair was meticulously combed back, revealing a full forehead and sharp eyebrows.

The person in the mirror transformed back into the composed, restrained, and authoritative Director Fang.

It was as if the man from before was just an illusion.

He left the dressing room and returned to his bedroom.

Chen Nuo was still asleep, breathing steadily, her eyelashes casting small shadows under her eyes.

Fang Jingxiu walked to the bedside, bent down, and gently kissed her forehead.

"I'm going to work," he said softly.

Chen Nuo mumbled an "Mmm" in her sleep, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Fang Jingxiu looked at her for a few seconds, then straightened up, picked up his phone and car keys from the bedside table, and turned to leave.

The bedroom door closed gently.

Only Chen Nuo's steady breathing and the faint sound of traffic outside the window remained in the room.

Meanwhile, Fang Jingxiu, who was heading towards the underground parking garage, had completely switched back to work mode.

As he walked, he opened his phone to check the schedule sent by Secretary Qin.

He replied quickly: "Received. Also, please add a financial analysis of Baijiachenfeng Motors to this afternoon's report. It needs to be detailed, especially the tax irregularities of the past three years."

Secretary Qin replied instantly: "Understood. Should I highlight this?"

"No need. Just do it normally. If anyone asks, just say it's routine analysis."

"OK."

The elevator arrived at the underground parking garage, and the door opened.

Fang Jingxiu got into the black Hongqi, fastened his seatbelt, and started the car.

He glanced at the apartment building one last time in the rearview mirror.

Then I stepped on the gas and drove toward the National Development and Reform Commission.

In the morning light, his profile was calm and composed, his eyes sharp as knives.

The teeth mark on his neck was completely covered by the shirt collar.

It's as if it never existed.

This is Fang Jingxiu.

By day, he's a powerful director at the National Development and Reform Commission; by night, he's a brooding, secretly passionate man who teases his girlfriend until she cries.

He handled both roles with ease.

Because that's who he is.

The real, complete, and unique Fang Jingxiu who belongs only to Chen Nuo.