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

Sitting next to him was a refined-looking man with gold-rimmed narrow-framed glasses, a white shirt, and a cold, indifferent expression.

Tang Jinchao of Xintou Fund.

The two were talking when they heard the voice and turned to look at Xu Qingcheng.

Fu Jingting had promised to help her find investors, but his personal support made Xu Qingcheng feel a little flattered and uneasy.

Xu Qingcheng's deep-rooted impression of this man was that he was a fox, a weasel.

It means having ill intentions.

The man narrowed his long, almond-shaped eyes, his gaze languid and alluring under the light. He reached out and patted the spot beside him. "Come here."

Xu Qingcheng smiled and, without any pretense, sat down directly.

She turned her head and said very politely, "Young Master Fu, there's no need for you to come all this way."

The man didn't seem to care that there were outsiders present. He reached out to brush a strand of her hair aside. Xu Qingcheng instinctively tried to dodge, but he grabbed her head. "Don't move."

Fu Jingting brushed her hair aside, his gaze falling on her earlobe. He lightly pinched her earlobe with two fingers, his fingertips brushing against the end of her earlobe as lightly as a feather.

"It's done pretty quickly."

Xu Qingcheng suddenly felt a tingling sensation in her teeth. She turned her head, her hair falling down to completely cover her ears, which had suddenly turned bright red, but it couldn't hide the light, tingling sensation that hit her heart.

She cleared her throat discreetly, took a sip from the water glass in front of her without making a sound, and used this to conceal the sudden pounding in her heart.

"His fund mainly focuses on high-tech venture capital and rarely invests in traditional businesses. It just so happens that he wanted to try it out. I acted as a matchmaker," Fu Jingting said, pointing to Tang Jinchao.

Tang Jinchao's gaze fell on Xu Qingcheng for only a glance before he looked away, and then he politely asked, "Miss Xu, do you have any objections to the proposal we put forward earlier?"

"I want to raise the price by another five percent. Don't think I'm asking for an exorbitant price, Mr. Tang. Shengshi's laser business also involves many software patents. The future potential represented by this intellectual property rights is more valuable than fixed assets. If you are only willing to acquire it at the original price, then I want to retain the intellectual property rights and not transfer them." Xu Qingcheng came prepared. She had already studied all of Tang Jinchao's investment cases and knew which part he valued the most.

"What if I only want these intellectual property rights?"

"Well then, sorry, let's just have a meal and drinks today, and make friends."

She remained composed and dignified. Even though she was extremely anxious to sell and generate cash flow, she forced herself to be 200% more composed than usual.

Tang Jinchao tapped the desktop and couldn't help but glance at Xu Qingcheng again.

If Tang Jinchao thought Xu Qingcheng was a woman who relied on her looks when she first opened the door, he had to look at her differently after the negotiation, since he hadn't gained any substantial benefits.

Fu Jingting remained silent throughout, listening to the two bargaining.

His phone rang, and the man picked it up to look at it.

Tang Jinchao: [Shengshi Laser's business is only good for the face; the physique is terrible, just skin and bones. The hardware is a mess, but the software is unique.]

Fu Jingting: [That's enough. We can add 3%. We'll take all the technical patents.]

Tang Jinchao: [...]

Tang Jinchao eventually agreed to add another 3% to the fee, and the deal was done.

Xu Qingcheng was very happy. She poured herself a full glass of wine, stood up, and said, "President Tang, thank you for supporting Shengshi. This glass is for you."

"He doesn't drink." Fu Jingting reached out and pressed down on Xu Qingcheng's wrist.

Xu Qingcheng was surprised, but she quickly put down her wine glass and offered tea instead, very attentively, "Then, let's use tea instead of wine."

The man who was about to pour the wine raised an eyebrow and gave Fu Jingting a meaningful look. He then placed his hand on the teacup beside him. "Ms. Xu, it's been a pleasure doing business with you."

Tang Jinchao had other matters to attend to, so he left after the discussion was concluded.

Xu Qingcheng beamed with joy; things were going so smoothly that it made her feel incredibly happy.

However, Xu Qingcheng did not think that this was all her credit. Without the man in front of her, she was afraid she would not have the confidence to stand up to Tang Jinchao.

She turned to look at him, her eyes crinkling into a smile. "Young Master Fu, thank you."

"How will you thank me?"

He leaned back in his chair, clearly dissatisfied with her perfunctory thank you.

Xu Qingcheng smirked, handed him her wine glass, and then clinked her own glass against his.

Regardless of whether he moved or not, Xu Qingcheng touched her lips to the wine glass and took a sip of red wine.

Fu Jingting stared at her, watching her red lips touch the glass, leaving a red mark.

He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is it good?"

"It's alright." Xu Qingcheng put down her wine glass and smiled sweetly.

She subtly increased the distance between them.

A smile flickered in Fu Jingting's eyes; this woman's tactic of betraying her benefactor was masterful.

He stood up, hooked his fingers under her chin, and lifted it slightly. "Let me try it."

With her hand on his arm, Xu Qingcheng turned her face slightly and said, "Young Master Fu, this isn't a suitable place."

A flush rose on her face, making her fair skin even more alluring, white with a rosy tint, like jelly.

Fu Jingting pinched her cheek lightly and asked, "Which part do you think is suitable?"

"..." is not suitable anywhere.

Xu Qingcheng gave a dry laugh, unable to find the words to respond.

Her entire face was pink, and her eyes held a multitude of cunning schemes.

He cupped her cheek in his hand. "Don't you feel like nothing suits you?"

His directness left her even more speechless.

The man laughed. "The contract hasn't been signed yet. Do you think Tang Jinchao can back out?"

Xu Qingcheng, "..." How can the word "despicable" even begin to describe her?

To be honest, Xu Qingcheng was wary of the relationship between Ye Wenhan and Fu Jingting.

Today he can use her to ward off Ye Wenhan, this unwanted suitor. If the two of them really get married one day, she will probably be unable to clear her name even if she jumps into the Yellow River for that one night she stayed at Fu Jingting's villa.

Ye Wenhan is probably going to hate her to death.

So, she could play along and give him the runaround, but as for a real fight, forget it. She wanted to live a couple more years; she had no intention of actually trying to steal Ye Wenhan's man.

Fu Jingting's eyes narrowed into a wicked glint as he ran his finger across the corner of her lips, chuckling, "Your mouth is too weak. It needs a good beating."

Miss Xu: You're the one who's weak, your whole family is weak!