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

Xu Qingcheng's scalp tingled. Watching Ye Wenhan walk out, she suddenly shouted, "Ye Wenhan, don't think I don't have evidence! Since you dared to have me kidnapped, you should know I can't leave without anything. If I suffer even the slightest injury today, you won't fare any better!"

Ye Wenhan, who had just left the crowd, suddenly turned back. Her eyes bulged, like a ferocious beast. Her once beautiful and delicate face looked as if it had been painted by a demon. Her voice was sharp and almost hysterical, "What did you say? What do you have in your hand?"

As she spoke, she lunged at him.

Xu Qingcheng was so frightened by her appearance that she took a step back. She braced her hands on the car behind her, pressing her palms against the sharp cuts of broken glass. The pain made her scalp tingle, but she endured it without moving, keeping her back straight, making herself look relaxed and confident.

"I have everything that can make you suffer. Don't think you and Zhuang Wei's scheme can fool me. Since I can stand safely in front of you, you should know that I won't let you off easy either." Xu Qingcheng's words were ambiguous. She was smart; Ye Wenhan's emotions were off. She didn't know what was going on, but something must have happened.

However, Xu Qingcheng felt that the recording of her order to kidnap Ye Wenhan, which she had with her, was not enough to frighten Ye Wenhan to such an extent, so she kept her words to herself and focused on winning Ye Wenhan's heart.

Ye Wenhan's fingers were practically digging into her palms until they bled. Suddenly, she screamed and lunged forward, "It's you! It's you! Xu Qingcheng!"

Suddenly, a commotion arose behind her, and someone rushed in from the other end of the road. Ye Wenhan's bodyguard suddenly stopped her, "Miss Ye, let's go first."

Ye Wenhan looked back, wiped away her tears, and turned to follow the person.

A man standing behind Ye Wenhan looked at Xu Qingcheng and said, "President Ye asked me to pass on a message to you: Miss Xu, you will pay the price for not knowing what's good for you."

The man glanced at her indifferently, and the group got into the car and drove away quickly.

Xu Qingcheng felt a chill run down her spine as she watched the departing car, her heart filled with unease.

The people who rushed over were dressed in black uniforms. The leader approached Xu Qingcheng and respectfully asked, "Miss Xu, are you injured? Shall we take you to the hospital?"

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse.

"Young Master Fu arranged for us to follow you around, fearing that something else might happen recently, and it turns out that something really did happen."

Xu Qingcheng knew that Fu Jingting had made her stay at the place he had chosen, probably for this reason.

She had prepared herself mentally before coming over, but for some reason, she felt extremely flustered at that moment.

There are always some things she wants to grasp but can't.

The driver suffered a wrist fracture and was taken directly to the hospital.

The car was towed away for repairs.

Xu Qingcheng's palm was cut by the glass, and blood was dripping out. The crimson blood crawled up her palm and drew ghostly talismans on it before sliding down the edge of her palm.

Her eyes turned completely red, and the crimson sky soaked her entire world.

Her family members passed by one by one, smiling and calling her "Qingcheng".

The sound seemed to come from beyond the heavens, striking the eardrums heavily.

The whole world became distorted, and crimson blood bound her feet. It was as if she was standing in a river of blood, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull her feet out. She could only watch helplessly as Qingyao was swallowed up by the river of blood in front of her.

His body melted into the river of blood, but his clean, sharp eyebrows lifted slightly at her, and he said with a smile, "Sister, you must take good care of yourself."

"Qingyao!"

Xu Qingcheng suddenly woke up from her dream, the cut on her palm hurting from the force of her clenching her fist.

The area had already been bandaged, with white gauze tightly wrapped around the center of the palm.

Xu Qingcheng stared at her palm; she had a nightmare.

The origin of this nightmare is unknown, whether it was the blood on his palm or the words Ye Chengnian left behind when that person departed.

My heart was pounding so hard, how could I suddenly dream about Qingyao?

Fu Jingting rushed in upon hearing the noise and saw her staring blankly at her hands, tears streaming down her face.

"What's wrong?"

As soon as the man's voice came out, Xu Qingcheng turned her head sharply, startled. She seemed not to have heard him come in at all.

"What are you doing here?"

Her voice was hoarse, and she was deliberately suppressing a tremor.

Fu Jingting approached her. "Had a nightmare?"

Xu Qingcheng didn't answer. She threw off the covers and got out of bed. As she walked out, the man stopped her. His fingers touched her cheek. "Why are you crying?"

Xu Qingcheng belatedly wiped her face; there really were tears.

She rubbed her face a few times, then pushed him away. "I'm going to wash my face."

Fu Jingting didn't stop him.

Xu Qingcheng got one hand wet and casually wiped her face. The cool water on her skin completely pulled her thoughts back to reality.

The woman in the mirror wore a silk nightgown, with superior skin and a calm demeanor, neither angry nor smiling, revealing a gentle grace.

She stared blankly at the face inside.

Both siblings are extremely good-looking.

Showing photos of the same person from their childhood at the same time can easily make people mistake them for the same person.

But as we grow up and mature, we become different.

A sense of ruggedness quietly emerged in the boy. He grew extremely fast, and after the age of thirteen, he grew like crazy. The boy who used to stand in front of her in photos was now standing behind her without her even realizing it.

When he's being silly, he'll put his arm around her shoulder and laugh, "Sis, have you shrunk again?" He'll pat her head and say, "You've gotten shorter."

When she got angry, she simply pinched him.

He dodged faster than anyone else, as mischievous as a monkey. "Listen to Brother Hong, my sister honed her pinching skills all on you, didn't she!"

They would also attack her without any explanation when she was verbally attacked, saying things like, "This is my sister, you try saying another word."

His face was adorned with a pair of captivating eyes that charmed countless girls.

When the verdict was announced, the light in the eyes of the once spirited young man vanished.

His eyes were red and swollen, and anger burst forth from them. "Sister, it wasn't me. I wasn't driving. I didn't kill anyone. They're lying."

I can't bear to think about the past; it makes every cell in my body ache.

She came out of the bathroom, having calmed down considerably, but the lingering sadness and pain in her eyes could not be completely concealed.

Fu Jingting handed her a glass of water.

Xu Qingcheng answered the phone. She took a few sips to moisten her throat and calm herself down before speaking, "I've looked for you several times but couldn't find you. What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Fu Jingting sat down on the sofa near the French windows in the bedroom, tilting his head back as if to stretch his tired muscles. "I heard there was a bit of a problem today, so I came to check it out."

He stared at her palm for a moment, then asked, "What do you want from me?"

"The news is escalating, and we can't just let it go," Xu Qingcheng said, sitting down opposite him. "I need to clarify things to the public."

Fu Jingting lowered his hand from her neck, sat up straight, leaned towards her, and stared at her intently, his gaze sharp and direct, "What kind of eye drops did the Ye family give you today?"