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

Fu Jingting took her home.

It was where she used to live, his place.

It was as if he didn't ask how her car got damaged.

She didn't ask whether she should move out of here.

The rampant news, which was originally the culprit that made her anxious, has now become a weapon for her to fight back.

Looking at things from a different angle, it seems everything can become an asset for her. Next stop, a glimmer of hope appears.

Xu Qingcheng dried her hair, then turned her head to look towards the shower room.

He was taking a shower, and the sound of running water could be heard.

Xu Qingcheng's heart was beating a little fast, and she was a little flustered. It wasn't the first time the two of them had done this, but even if she was entangled with him with ulterior motives, he was well aware of it.

This mutual understanding made her feel unburdened.

But once other intentions are mixed in...

Who likes to be schemed against?

Xu Qingcheng bit her lip. At this point, she had been forced into a corner, with no better or faster option.

The bathroom door opened, and the man came out drying his hair. He paused slightly when he saw her.

The clothes here were prepared by someone he arranged temporarily, without any special instructions, and were for his daily use.

The clothes are all quite conventional, not particularly sexy or glamorous.

But if she wanted to, she could probably make even the most ordinary clothes look stunning.

A gray-blue lace-trimmed silk slip dress with a matching robe over it, ensuring you're completely covered up.

But at this moment, she had abandoned her robe and was only wearing that slip dress. One of the straps drooped off her shoulder and hung on her arm, and her chest heaved up and down, inadvertently revealing a patch.

Fu Jingting's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his eyes burned with fire.

She seemed not to have noticed him at all, sitting on the edge of the bed, bending one leg and placing it on the edge, applying lotion to her leg.

Her skirt subtly rose with her movement, almost bunching up to her waist.

Appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Fuck!

Fu Jingting cursed, walked over, grabbed the person, and threw them onto the bed. The darkness in his eyes was so intense it seemed about to overflow. "Seduce me?"

She pushed him away, her wrist lightly touching his chest, her cheeks slightly flushed, perfectly portraying the act of feigning reluctance.

"No way... Hey, don't do that..."

Her voice was sweet and delicate, like a handful of candy sprinkled into his mouth, so sweet it was sickening.

He deliberately tormented her, watching the seductive glint in her eyes, which seemed to seep into his very bones. He felt a surge of urge to kill her.

……

Xu Qingcheng was sleeping soundly.

If she initially intended to seduce him, then later she genuinely didn't want him anymore.

She cried her heart out, looking utterly pitiful, but he wouldn't let her go. He tormented her relentlessly, refusing to stop even when her eyes were red from crying.

The heavy curtains were drawn completely, and her eyelashes seemed to still be wet with water droplets.

It was as delicate as a flower that had been mercilessly trampled.

Fu Jingting ran his fingers under her eyelids, then stood up. There were several missed calls on his phone.

He glanced down at it, then dialed back.

Yesterday, at such an important occasion, the group was very dissatisfied with his handling of the European project, and several factions argued heatedly.

The person in question was absent; only Duan Heng was placed there as a target.

In this battlefield without gunpowder, amidst the clash of swords, Fu Jingting didn't even give a single instruction, simply telling Duan Heng to handle it as he saw fit.

The situation was chaotic, but no one was on Fu Jingting's side, and even Fu Pinghui, unusually, did not say a word in his defense.

When the call connected, Duan Heng breathed a sigh of relief. "Young Master Fu, something's wrong."

He barely slept all night, going through stacks of documents, each one demanding and challenging. He had been closely monitoring the European project that Duan Heng and Fu Jingting had gone to, but was called back by Fu Jingting just before it was finished.

Then this internal matter came about.

Duan Heng keenly sensed that the problem definitely lay behind the scenes when the project went wrong at the last minute.

He was at the scene yesterday and broke out in a cold sweat, but unfortunately, Fu Jingting's phone had been unreachable since the afternoon.

Fu Jingting hummed in agreement. He grabbed his tie and left the bedroom, then made a phone call in his study. "Tell me your thoughts."

"The paper materials are flawless; flipping them would be difficult, and time doesn't allow it," Duan Heng said, his voice tense. "But I'm certain the European project doesn't have these problems."

Fu Jingting's expression was indifferent. He tilted his head, phone tucked between his fingers, and buttoned his shirt one button at a time. "Anything else?"

The voice on the other end of the phone paused, and Duan Heng found it difficult to speak, considering how to phrase his words tactfully.

The man wasn't in a hurry; he waited for the other side to speak. He fastened his cufflinks and hung his silver-gray tie around his neck before finally hearing Duan Heng speak, "The young master's side has some plans for this meeting, wanting to take this opportunity to come into the spotlight. Mr. Fu... your father has expressed his support."

He stopped tying his tie, grabbed his phone, walked to the window, and pulled back the curtains. The morning light peeked through, a sliver of white in the sky, the whole world still shrouded in darkness. But something was already stirring, and when the time came, it would be just like the dawn.

Suddenly bright.

You won't have any time to prepare.

Fu Jingting leaned on the windowsill with one hand. "This road was paved before we went to Europe. Even if you have time, you can't turn it around. It's just a matter of finding the right way to back out."

Duan Heng was suddenly stunned. He had been by Fu Jingting's side for many years and knew that every step he took after entering the Fu Group was fraught with danger.

Fu Minghui held the reins of power. Originally, Fu Pinxiu was being groomed as his successor, but after he was injured in a car accident and the Fu family was in turmoil for a period of time, no one mentioned him anymore.

The position of successor was left vacant until four years ago when the patriarch of the Fu family personally named him. Fu Jingting, at the age of twenty-one, entered the grassroots internship. Over the past four years, he has climbed step by step, reaching where he is today amidst doubts.

His highlight was a city construction project he handled three years ago, which was almost on the verge of bankruptcy and restructuring. However, in just over two years, it was revitalized and became a major part of the Fu Group. Fu Jingting was directly promoted to the position of executive vice president.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, it's only a matter of time before he takes control of the Fu Group.

Although Duan Heng had anticipated that this situation would inevitably occur today, he did not expect it to happen so soon.

"Young Master Fu, are you giving up so easily?"

"Stop the losses in time." Fu Jingting said decisively and without hesitation, "We need to secure the investment and financing platform under the Fu Group."

Duan Heng paused for a moment, then quickly flipped through the financial report in his hand. "Okay, I understand."

His voice wasn't deliberately lowered in the study outside; it reached her ears intermittently. Xu Qingcheng forced her eyelids open and sat up.

She had no luck falling asleep before, but now she was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open. She rubbed her face to wake herself up, determined not to fall asleep at this time.

She got up and went into the shower to make a phone call.

Fu Jingting hung up the phone and turned around to see Xu Qingcheng standing at the door of the study.

She changed into a nightgown, but it was still a bit thin, and the close-fitting fabric clearly outlined her good figure.

Fu Jingting put away his phone, walked up to her, and reached out to adjust her neckline. Even with the shallow V-neck straightened, it couldn't hide her charm.

His marks on her body tell the story of that madness.

Her eyes were still swollen, giving her a sleepy and innocent look.

"Can't sleep?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, looking every bit the hypocrite. "Didn't you say you were exhausted and wanted to get some sleep?"