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

Xu Qingcheng chose to go to the plastic surgery department for corrective surgery.

Because of local anesthesia, the suturing was not as painful.

The suturing procedure was very minor and completed quickly.

After the doctor gave her instructions, Xu Qingcheng came out, but Fu Jingting was nowhere to be seen in the corridor.

She sat down on a bench in the corridor to calm herself down for a while.

The crowd wasn't particularly large that evening, and most of the people who came were accompanied. Sitting alone, she felt even more isolated. A wave of exhaustion washed over her, and Xu Qingcheng raised her hand to cover her eyes.

There's a saying that's true: all strength is born out of necessity.

Before she went in, Fu Jingting received a phone call.

Judging from her tone, she sounded like the old lady of the Fu family.

Xu Qingcheng vaguely heard something, something about asking how an auction had turned out to have some strange and unsavory issues.

It's normal not to see Fu Jingting when we came out; it's not surprising. It's surprising that he brought her here.

But what Xu Qingcheng really cared about was how many more variables this relationship between Fu Jingting and Ye Wenhan would bring.

Her idea of ​​splitting off and selling off peripheral businesses was already facing numerous obstacles within Shengshi Group, and if things didn't go smoothly externally, her idea was very likely to fail.

Fu Jingting answered the old lady's call. Everyone at the auction had their phones checked before leaving, and no one was allowed to take a single photo out.

But that doesn't mean the news won't reach the old lady's ears, especially since it was done intentionally.

The old lady didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "The Ye family called and said that the little girl went home crying terribly. Her family can't figure out what happened."

He chuckled, his voice full of displeasure. "If you can't figure it out, then don't ask. What, you want to come here and interrogate me?"

The Ye family was just pretending to be ignorant; they didn't really know what had happened, they were just making up different versions of the story.

The old lady learned about the auction with just a little inquiry. Ye Wenhan had really gone too far. Even if you can't stand it, people from wealthy and powerful families still have to be mindful of their methods.

Moreover, the Fu and Ye families haven't really settled things yet, which has already lowered Old Madam Fu's impression of Ye Wenhan.

Being impatient and acting inappropriately is not a good thing.

"It's just a girl throwing a tantrum. It's not their place to make a scene," Old Mrs. Fu snorted. "However, the Ye and Xu families have a deep-seated feud, and they're afraid you'll get involved."

"Yeah?!"

Fu Jingting lowered his gaze, then smiled after a moment, "I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Wenyu looked at her husband and frowned. "Jingting is such a weirdo. I put someone next to him, but he hasn't reacted at all. I can't figure out what he's thinking."

"This kid is rebellious; he won't know the pain until he falls down." Fu Shiqing fiddled with the parrot in his cage, then turned to look at Jiang Wenyu. "Since you've taken a liking to that little girl from the Ye family, you should have kept your words just now."

"Ye Wenhan is a bit immature. It's good to bring her to her senses." Jiang Wenyu pursed her lips. "A daughter-in-law of the Fu family should be sensible and reasonable. With this kind of behavior, she might not be able to handle things if something really happens."

Fu Shiqing paused in his movements. The more prestigious and powerful a family is, the more intrigue and backstabbing it hides within. The surface may appear calm, but beneath lies a turbulent undercurrent.

Fu Jingting hung up the phone and returned to the hospital corridor, where he saw Xu Qingcheng sitting on a bench.

This woman is stunningly beautiful; she looks like she's bathed in sunlight no matter where she is.

When she covered her eyes with her hands, she looked utterly dejected and melancholic compared to her usual bright and sharp demeanor.

Fu Jingting abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Something cold suddenly touched the back of her hand, and Xu Qingcheng opened her eyes abruptly.

"Are you planning to lie here like a corpse?"

This man's mouth is full of sarcasm and irony.

In short, it's very jarring.

Xu Qingcheng stared at him for half a second before turning her gaze to the mineral water bottle he was holding.

Did you just touch her with this thing? It was so cold it scared her heart almost out of her chest.

"You didn't leave?" Xu Qingcheng asked in surprise.

"If you want to leave now, I'll have the driver take you." He tossed her a bottle of mineral water.

Xu Qingcheng picked it up, tried to twist it, but couldn't open it. So she stood up, still holding it.

Fu Jingting bent down, took the mineral water bottle from her hand, unscrewed it, and handed it to her.

Xu Qingcheng's eyes flickered slightly as she held the mineral water bottle and stared at it for a long time.

Offering unsolicited favors is either a sign of malice or theft.

Miss Xu glanced at him sideways, "There's nothing in this water, is there?"

Fu Jingting's throat tightened, and he scoffed, "What else do you have that makes me want to add something extra?"

Xu Qingcheng thought about it and agreed.

So many people covet Mrs. Fu's position, but what does she have that's worth adding to his list?

I took a sip of water to soothe my throat.

Fu Jingting's driver arrived, and he was able to make his escape.

Xu Qingcheng stared at the man's departing figure, remaining silent for a long time.

……

Xu Qingcheng received a call from Song Chang as soon as she arrived at the Royal City Club.

She answered the phone, and the background noise was a cacophony of decadent revelry. Xu Qingcheng asked her, "What's up?"

"I'm having a get-together with a bunch of fake besties." The fake besties Song Chang was referring to were girls from wealthy families, upper-class circles, who would get together from time to time to gossip.

"Do you know what I heard today?" Miss Song started her gossip mode.

Xu Qingcheng listened attentively.

"It's said that Ye Wenhan immediately reported what happened at the auction to Old Madam Fu. This girl really doesn't understand the situation. Even if the two of them were officially engaged, a family like the Fu family wouldn't tolerate her gossiping."

"Besides, how does Young Master Fu look like a respectable married man?" Song Chang laughed gleefully. "Fu Jingting has been giving her the cold shoulder lately, which has been quite unpleasant for her."

Xu Qingcheng hummed in response but didn't reply.

Song Chang found it strange. "You don't seem to be in a good mood. How's the injury on your ear?"

"It's nothing. I got my stitches done today." The stitches will be removed in four or five days, so it's really not a big deal.

More than physical pain, it hurt my self-esteem.

"That's good. That little bitch Ye Wenhan is really ruthless; she's spoiled rotten with all sorts of bad habits. I really don't understand what the Fu family saw in Ye Wenhan."

Song Chang's actions stemmed from her affection for Xu Qingcheng; even if Xu Qingcheng made a mistake, it was others who were more at fault. They were best friends, so she would protect her without reason.

"Qingcheng, it seems the elders of the Ye family have intervened to discuss their issues. You need to be careful. My brother said the Ye family doesn't know how to behave properly," Song Chang reminded her.

Xu Qingcheng frowned slightly and snorted coldly, "It's more than just being uncouth."

In the past six months, Xu Qingcheng has come to a profound understanding.

After showing her VIP card, a greeter came to greet Xu Qingcheng.

She went straight up to the Cloud-themed private room at the Imperial City Club. Today, she was meeting an important investor.

Of all the acquisition proposals, the terms offered by the investment fund were the best.

The door opened, and Xu Qingcheng looked slightly surprised.

Fu Jingting wore a black shirt with the collar slightly open, and his posture was casual.