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

The man's voice was somewhat cold.

Xu Qingcheng calmly analyzed the situation with him, "This news won't do me any good. I've already told my mom that we're not compatible and we've broken up. I won't go back on my word and upset her."

Furthermore, I'm considering an arranged marriage, and this kind of news would completely block all my options. I won't do something that would backfire.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before someone said, "Oh? Did I misunderstand? You thought you wanted to be with me?"

"No. Absolutely not," Xu Qingcheng denied.

"But now, that's what my family thinks." Fu Jingting stubbed out his cigarette. He was still wearing the same clothes he wore last night, having not slept all night and not knowing what had happened.

"I'm calling you to tell you that I won't admit to it; it was just a normal meeting. If the Fu family can suppress this, the news will die down and no one will remember it." Xu Qingcheng explained the best solution to him in a clear and organized manner.

Fu Jingting suddenly asked, "Where are you now?"

"On the way to the hospital." Xu Qingcheng had regained her composure after a moment of panic. "My mother won't say anything. But I hope this won't make you wary of me or Shengshi."

Xu Qingcheng's first priority is to eliminate the Fu family's prejudice against her. She should not misunderstand that she was the one who did this, nor should she assume that she has ulterior motives and is making things difficult for Shengshi.

As for the rest, she'll figure something out.

"I need to meet with you to talk," Fu Jingting proposed, as both parties needed to reach a consensus.

"Okay," Xu Qingcheng replied. "You choose the place."

I'll call you in a bit.

After Fu Jingting finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Xu Qingcheng pressed her fingers to her temples, where a throbbing sensation was throbbing incessantly.

Song Chang looked at her. "Did you reach an agreement?"

"We need to talk." Whether we can reach an agreement is hard to say, but as long as he's willing to talk, there's a way.

Who exactly orchestrated this, and what is their purpose?

Xu Qingcheng's head was throbbing.

Song Chang drove into the hospital's underground parking lot. She took out the cosmetics from her bag and handed them to Xu Qingcheng, saying, "Put yourself together first. You look terrible right now. Don't scare your auntie."

Xu Qingcheng took it and applied makeup, including blush, to make her complexion look more natural.

When I arrived at the ward, it was 5:30. Some patients were already up and strolling in the corridor.

Zhao Lan was also awake, and was a little surprised to see her and Song Chang arrive. "Why are you here at this time?"

"Song Chang stayed with me last night. I told her I was coming to the hospital to visit, but she insisted on coming along," Xu Qingcheng said casually.

There were no media personnel at the hospital yet, perhaps because it was still early enough.

As they were talking, Xu Qingcheng's phone rang. When she saw it was Fu Jingting calling, she quickly went out to answer it.

"I've arrived at the hospital."

"what?"

Xu Qingcheng was stunned for a moment before she realized what she meant and said, "Then, wait for me for a while, fifteen minutes, no, ten minutes."

Hearing her anxious voice, Fu Jingting paused for a moment, "No rush. It'll be the same if I go up."

Xu Qingcheng hung up the phone and went into the ward.

She sent the two caregivers out before pulling Zhao Lan down to sit.

After pausing to figure out how to begin, he said to Zhao Lan, "Mom, there's been some discussion online, and I'm still not sure what's going on. I was worried you might have misunderstood something you read elsewhere, so I came to tell you first."

"That time I met with Fu Jingting for dinner, someone took photos of us. I can't say what their purpose was. If the media comes to you, you don't need to say anything, you just..."

There was a sudden knock on the ward door. Xu Qingcheng turned around and froze. Why was he up here?

Fu Jingting walked in, carrying a bag of breakfast. He greeted Zhao Lan politely, calling her "Auntie," and said, "I bought some pan-fried buns on the way. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"

He handed the breakfast bag to Xu Qingcheng as he spoke.

Xu Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, until Zhao Lan nudged her and she took it, saying, "Thank you."

"There's porridge inside. You have a sensitive stomach, so have some porridge," he casually suggested.

Xu Qingcheng's hand trembled slightly. She looked up at him, then looked down again, and only said "Oh".

With her scalp tingling, Xu Qingcheng instinctively felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Song Chang, "..." This situation is very strange.

She immediately rummaged through the lunch bag, clicking her tongue twice, "Young Master Fu is so thoughtful, he even brought breakfast for us."

Xu Qingcheng kicked Song Chang without making a sound, and winked at her, "My mother is here, so don't say another word."

Song Chang shut up.

Zhao Lan looked at him. This boy was outstanding in both appearance and conduct. Although Qingcheng had repeatedly told her why their personalities were incompatible, Zhao Lan roughly understood that their families probably didn't approve. Even though she had spoken up beforehand.

Having gone through what happened with the Ye family, Zhao Lan didn't dare to force things, fearing she might hurt Qingcheng again. But as a mother, she couldn't help but feel anxious.

If you control your emotions well, there's no problem; if you don't, they become an illness, and you can't bear the discomfort without medication.

After several such incidents, Zhao Lan would ask herself how she could have done such things when she was sober, and the regret she felt during her manic state made her truly realize that there was something wrong with her mental state.

During this time, she persisted with the treatment and stopped rejecting it, which was effective. However, she could sense that Qingcheng was very careful around her and was afraid of upsetting her with anything.

Fu Jingting didn't feel unwell at all and asked Zhao Lan how she was feeling.

The two chatted casually for a few minutes.

He was respectful and polite to Zhao Lan, and even reassured her, "The matter is easy to handle, Auntie, you don't need to worry."

Xu Qingcheng went over and said, "Mom, we still have things to talk about."

She tugged at him and gave him a meaningful look.

come out.

Fu Jingting followed her outside.

As they left, the man lagged behind, placing one hand on her shoulder and pushing her out, while using the other to close the door to the ward.

He was tall, and his posture made it seem as if he was half-embracing the woman in his arms; the intimacy was clearly revealed in every move and word.

Zhao Lan frowned slightly as she looked at it.

The posture between the two people...

Fu Jingting followed her to a quiet spot in the corridor. She took a deep breath, frowned, and asked, "Why did you come here?"

"If you say here, then here it is. Why look for another place?" he said casually, pressing his hand against his neck and moving it around as if he were very tired.

"I already told you that on the phone, what do you mean?"

Fu Jingting looked at her. "You say it wasn't you? I don't quite believe you."

"Believe it or not, just look at the results. I'm not clinging to you..." The man suddenly pulled her, and she nestled into his arms.

Just as Xu Qingcheng was about to get angry, she saw someone walk past behind her, and she swallowed back the words she was about to say.

She tried to back away, but he grabbed her arm, preventing her from doing so. "What does it mean to stick to me like this?"

Xu Qingcheng forcefully pulled her hand away and pushed her body outwards.

He suddenly let go, and Xu Qingcheng, unable to pull back in time, leaned backward.

Before she could catch her breath, he pulled her close again, holding her tightly in his arms.

"Or is this what it means to cling on tightly? Where is Miss Xu's sense of propriety?"

He teased her like he was playing with a kitten or puppy.

Xu Qingcheng was somewhat annoyed.

But his words, spoken in a casual tone, reveal a different intention if you listen carefully.

"You say you won't bother me, but you keep trying to get my attention all the time?" He looked down at her, his eyes deep and dark.