Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

Ye Wenhan felt a little guilty under his gaze, but she refused to back down, especially with so many people watching.

Given the Ye family's status, Fu Jingting had to give her, no, the Ye family, face.

Thinking of this, Ye Wenhan raised her chin. "If it's not hers, she can't take it away."

The man narrowed his eyes and asked her, "What isn't hers? The earring in your hand?"

Ye Wenhan clenched her fists, gripping the earring tightly.

Fu Jingting pried her fingers open and took the earring from her palm. "I gave it to her, so it's hers now. It's worthless, why are you so angry?"

"Even if it's worthless, I wouldn't give it to her," Ye Wenhan said, sounding a little aggrieved.

He was already giving her a huge favor by saying something to comfort her.

Still persisting like this, Fu Jingting lost all patience, his face turning cold and sinister.

"Duan Heng, take Miss Ye home."

Duan Heng quickly went over and, with a combination of gentle persuasion and force, persuaded Ye Wenhan to leave.

I feel anxious, nauseous, and dizzy.

Xu Qingcheng was starting to feel the strain.

She grabbed the security guard's arm so hard that her nails almost dug in. "Please help me outside. I'm dizzy."

Her face was pale, and she was covered in cold sweat.

Fu Jingting helped her up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Shocked by blood."

The man frowned, then put his arm around her waist. "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No need." Xu Qingcheng covered her ears with one hand and pressed down on his arm with the other, stopping him from hugging her.

The woman looked unwell, but still managed a forced, charming smile. "Young Master Fu, you don't want our names to appear in the Ancheng news tomorrow, do you? Could you please call me a driver?"

Fu Jingting looked at her, then suddenly bent down and picked her up.

"I won't allow anyone to publish my news."

"……"That's good.

Xu Qingcheng felt relieved. She closed her eyes, feeling a little weak, and turned her face to lean against the man's chest.

It wasn't that she wanted to create a false impression of intimacy in front of others, but rather that this would alleviate her dizziness.

She could hear the man's strong heartbeat in her ear, which intertwined with the lingering pain in her other earlobe, making it hard for her to tell whether it was the pain beating or his heart beating.

She only felt that this temporary attachment would allow her to relax a little.

Fu Jingting looked down at her. She had a beautiful face and delicate features. When she smiled, she was charming to the bone. When she didn't smile, her face had a coldness that chilled you to the bone.

At this moment, she covered her ears with one hand, nestled in his arms, closed her eyes, and withdrew all her flamboyant sharpness, becoming as docile as a kitten curled up at its owner's feet.

Fu Jingting smiled lightly, like a kitten hiding its claws, ready to scratch your face unexpectedly.

The doctor will need to clean the wound after the examination.

The moment the alcohol swab touched her earlobe, Xu Qingcheng wanted to swear. She quickly turned her head away to avoid it, her expression a fascinating mix of loss of control.

Fu Jingting couldn't help but laugh and held up his phone to take a picture of her.

Xu Qingcheng's cerebral cortex was throbbing in waves; her pain receptors were too sensitive. She didn't want to be dramatic and say she was afraid of pain, but she really was afraid of pain.

Her eyes were fixed on the alcohol swab held by the doctor's tweezers, her whole body screaming rejection.

The older doctor frowned disapprovingly, "How can we examine it without cleaning the wound? We need to see if repair is necessary. The ear is such an important place; it affects appearance. Just bear with it and it will pass."

Xu Qingcheng couldn't stand the stinging pain from the alcohol, it felt like insects were biting her ears, and she couldn't touch or scratch them.

However, the doctor made a very insightful point.

She doesn't want to have scars, and she doesn't want to be unattractive.

Women's pursuit of beauty is something that other creatures cannot understand.

Two opposing forces were clashing and fighting in her mind, and neither the pain nor the unattractiveness was something she could accept.

Although she underestimated the level of pain at first, she felt she could bear it once it was over.

The doctor was getting impatient. She raised her hand and beckoned to Fu Jingting, "Don't just stand there and watch, come and lend a hand."

The man raised an eyebrow, didn't refuse, and walked over. "How do I do it?"

"Hold your wife's head down so she doesn't move. I'll be done cleaning soon." The nurse gestured.

daughter in law?!

Their eyes met.

Xu Qingcheng spoke up, "I am not his wife."

"Oh, boyfriend and girlfriend?" the doctor asked again.

This couple is evenly matched in appearance and presence. They're pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at them.

Fu Jingting stood in front of her. The woman was sitting on a stool, her hair only reaching below his chest. He placed one hand on the top of her head and the other hand covered half of her face.

"No, not exactly."

"So what's your relationship?" The nurse deliberately diverted her attention by asking questions while her hands moved quickly.

Xu Qingcheng instinctively turned her head to the side, but the man's hand blocked her. His large palm almost completely covered her face.

His voice was cold. "Don't move. Bear with it."

With nowhere to hide, Xu Qingcheng suddenly buried her face in his chest.

The woman's features were sharp and defined. Her body pressed against his skin through her shirt, causing his abdominal muscles to tighten involuntarily as he felt her slight struggle and caresses.

Her fingers, clinging to his arm, were pinching him, and she could feel her whole body trembling.

The doctor worked quickly. "It's done. It can heal naturally, or you can have some cosmetic repair done. It's up to you."

Xu Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief; her forehead seemed to be sweating.

She lifted her face.

The doctor smiled at her, "So afraid of pain? What will you do when you give birth?"

"..."

This doctor has such an wild imagination; she's cleaning a wound on her earlobe and she's linking it to childbirth.

After a long pause, Xu Qingcheng finally managed to utter two words: "I won't have children."

Fu Jingting lowered his eyes, looking down at her because of those two words.

"That's such a pity. You're both so beautiful; your child will definitely be good-looking too."

They said they weren't in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

This doctor doesn't have ears.

Xu Qingcheng rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the top of her head, too lazy to reply.

She loosened her grip on Fu Jingting's hand, and instinctively raised her hand to rub her earlobe, but dared not touch it. She raised and lowered her hand several times, and anger rose on her face.

Her face was cold, but anger silently seeped from her eyes.

It's hard to say whether Ye Wenhan is smart or brainless. After her outburst, Xu Qingcheng didn't need to promote it herself; everyone at the scene knew about her relationship with Fu Jingting.

Xu Qingcheng clicked her tongue. Helping him would cost her her reputation, but given the current situation, she couldn't care less. She was happy to trade her bad reputation for benefits.

But that doesn't mean she was bullied, or that she could endure the pain of someone drilling into her scalp without fighting back.

Fu Jingting quietly observed her micro-expressions and found them inexplicably interesting.

Seeing that the two men weren't really going to pay attention to her, the doctor stopped asking.

Xu Qingcheng stood up, her hand resting on the side of the table, feeling slightly dizzy.

Fainting at the sight of blood and the pain made her quite uncomfortable.

The man wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her outside.

Xu Qingcheng turned her head to look at him in surprise, her eyes seeming to say, "Oh, Young Master Fu, so kind of you?!"

Fu Jingting laughed, and suddenly reached out to pinch her injured ear.

Xu Qingcheng was so frightened that her body almost froze. She turned her head to hide, and because of the direction, she was forced to shrink into his arms.

She stared cautiously at his hand. "What are you doing?"

Her eyes were wide open, like a cat with its fur standing on end. If she had a ring of fur around her neck, Fu Jingting would have reason to believe that it would be standing on end too.

He raised an eyebrow, lowered his hand, and said, "Nothing. You have a good expression."

Xu Qingcheng, "..."

Neuropathy.