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

Since learning of her pregnancy, Fu Jingting has never argued or discussed this issue with her.

This was the first time he had seriously brought it up.

Xu Qingcheng tensed up immediately. She had overlooked the fact that since there would be no child, there would be no issue of division.

Her scalp was taut, but her gaze towards him was so resolute that it revealed no weakness. "Is there any need to say anything? You wouldn't allow me to take it away, would you? In that case, there's no point in writing it down."

Fu Jingting squinted at her. "You're right, the Fu family won't abandon us. In other words, the fact that the old master and matriarch agreed to our relationship without even asking means it played a 80-90% role. Since that's the case, you'd better protect it well. If anything goes wrong, you won't be able to hold your position as Mrs. Fu."

Xu Qingcheng's scalp tightened. Under his piercing gaze, she nodded stiffly, "I will definitely take care of my own body."

She pushed him away forcefully, "Get off me, the doctor said you can't have sex while pregnant."

Fu Jingting, "..." Damn it!

"Which bastard doctor said that?"

Just then, his phone rang, and Xu Qingcheng took the opportunity to get up.

It was Zhong Wanxiu calling, asking if they had obtained their marriage certificate yet.

Fu Jingting should say yes.

"Come over and have a meal together. It's been too rushed, and our family hasn't even had a proper chat yet. I don't know if Qingcheng needs anything else?" Zhong Wanxiu asked him. "Would you like lunch or dinner? I'll make some preparations."

Fu Jingting checked the time and said, "Let's go tonight. I'll go with her to her parents' place at noon first."

When Xu Qingcheng heard him say that, she turned around to look at him.

Fu Jingting had already hung up the phone. Seeing her staring at him blankly, he frowned and asked, "What are you looking at?"

He walked over and hooked his finger on one of her buttons. "Are you changing your clothes?"

"No need." She slapped his hand away, glared at him, and hated his handsy attitude.

Fu Jingting withdrew his hand. "Let's go then."

The divorce agreement lay quietly on the coffee table; he neither signed it nor said how he would handle it.

Xu Qingcheng tugged at his sleeve, her gaze fixed on the agreement. "You haven't signed this yet."

He bent down, picked up the agreement, folded it, and stuffed it into his pants pocket. "Hmm, how about I hear my in-laws' opinions and see how I should sign it?"

"Are you crazy? This is between the two of us. Why are you showing it to my parents?" Xu Qingcheng really felt that she would lose a lot of brain cells if she talked to Fu Jingting.

She blocked his way, reaching into his pants pocket, only to be pulled into a tight embrace by him.

She clearly saw him put it in his pocket, so why wasn't it there?

I reached my palm inside, but still nothing.

Her palm pressed against his thigh through the fabric of his suit pants, her fingertips slightly cool, making his scalp tingle.

Fu Jingting looked down at her and said, "If you keep touching me, you won't be able to leave."

She froze for a moment, then her face turned bright red. Xu Qingcheng felt as if she had been pricked by a needle and quickly pulled her hand away.

He then discovered that the agreement was still in his possession.

Fu Jingting casually put the agreement into the drawer. "I'll sign it after I've thought it through."

He pulled her out, and before she got into the car, Xu Qingcheng said, "I didn't tell my mom I was going. She slept at home with me last night, so she must have gone to the hospital today. Actually, it wasn't necessary..."

"Then call now, and I'll arrange for someone to pick them up from the hospital." Fu Jingting grabbed her hand. "We'll go buy groceries and have dinner at your place."

"It's inconvenient for my dad to leave the hospital, and the doctor won't allow it either..." Xu Qingcheng hesitated.

It's not that I hadn't thought about it. Strict hospital management is one thing, but Xu Shengchang has lost his mobility and becomes extremely heavy. Xu Qingcheng simply couldn't handle it on her own and would have to ask for help repeatedly, so she simply gave up.

Fu Jingting looked at her and said, "Just tell me if you want to eat at home or go to the hospital."

That naturally means going home.

Xu Qingcheng still made a phone call and asked Zhao Lan to pack up.

"Yes, the marriage certificate is ready. I want to bring Dad home for dinner. It's fine. He said he'll arrange it; you guys just need to get ready and wait."

"Mom, let's go grocery shopping. What do you want to eat?"

Xu Qingcheng asked softly from the other side, her voice gentle and soft.

With tears in her eyes, Zhao Lan only said, "I'll eat anything. It's Jing Ting who's so thoughtful."

Xu Qingcheng looked at him, and he was standing by the car waiting for her. The sunlight shone on him, as if casting a warm glow on his features.

Xu Qingcheng thought she was going to the supermarket to shop, but she didn't expect to arrive at the Silver Bay Hotel.

He led her straight to the kitchen, but they were stopped at the door.

Yu Shinan stared at them, then tapped on the wall, gesturing for them to look up.

The sign that reads "No Unauthorized Entry" is clearly visible in the kitchen.

He looked at Fu Jingting with a dark expression, "Wait a minute, we're preparing the dishes."

Yu Shinan was annoyed by him. This guy was so oblivious, he really treated him like the Fu family's cook, sparing no effort to cause him trouble.

"Don't you know we're busy right now? You've come here just to cause trouble!" Yu Shinan didn't hide his temper at all. Every year around the Spring Festival, the hotel is extremely busy, and there's not a single person available to help.

As a result, with just one phone call from Young Master Fu, no matter how busy he was, he had to serve him first.

Fu Jingting checked the time. "Hurry up, I told you it's been long enough."

"Enough my ass, it hasn't even been fifteen minutes yet."

"Fifteen minutes should be enough. It seems your problem with low efficiency is still quite serious."

Yu Shinan was so angry that his hair almost stood on end.

Xu Qingcheng quickly interjected, "I thought we were going to make it ourselves instead of buying it ready-made?" She was afraid that it wouldn't taste good if left out for too long.

Fu Jingting turned to look at her, "Do you think your cooking skills are good enough to prepare a whole table of dishes in such a short time?"

Xu Qingcheng, "..." is not good enough.

"If you know how, that's enough." She assumed that since he made the suggestion, he must know how.

"Him?" Yu Shinan scoffed. "He can eat."

"Otherwise, what's the point of having a mouth?" Fu Jingting retorted without any politeness.

The kitchen was ready, and they came out carrying bags containing packing boxes.

Fu Jingting picked one up casually, looked at it, and expressed his satisfaction.

Side dishes, ingredients, and numbers.

It's so detailed it's astonishing.

Fu Jingting, "Where's the recipe?"

"Why would I need a recipe? I've prepared all the ingredients for you." Yu Shinan said angrily.

Fu Jingting, "order of precedence".

"Fuck! You check your own phone."

Yu Shinan urged the people to leave.

Fu Jingting didn't waste any more words with him; time was indeed quite tight. They had spent too much time early in the morning, leaving them little time to prepare lunch.

Look at them putting the ingredients in the car.

As he closed the trunk, the man naturally placed his hand on the woman's waist. He walked forward and gently pushed her, saying, "Get in."

This position allowed the woman, who was a beat slower, to completely sink into his arms. Xu Qingcheng looked up at him, "All done?"

"Um."

He looked down at her, pulled her to the car door, wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her outwards to make it easier for him to open the door and then push her inside.

Yu Shinan frowned as he looked at the two of them; their posture was far too intimate. So intimate that it made one's mind wander.

Thinking back to the play that Fu Jingting had directed and acted in, he suddenly spoke up.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Yu Shinan asked him, his gaze sweeping straight into the car.

Fu Jingting ignored him, saying, "I'm busy, we'll talk later."

Yu Shinan: "Get lost."

It was past eleven o'clock when I got home.

Zhao Lan called to say she was already in the car.

Xu Qingcheng put on an apron and went into the kitchen, looking at a pile of ingredients with her hands on her hips, somewhat bewildered.

Fu Jingting followed him in, his coat off and shirt sleeves rolled up, looking ready to take on any challenge.

Xu Qingcheng found him an apron and put it on him. The apron looked awkward on his tall and muscular frame, but it also looked rather cute. There was a kind of endearing contrast.

Xu Qingcheng couldn't help but laugh.

This was the first time in the past few days that Fu Jingting had seen her smile like this; her smile was as radiant as blooming crabapple blossoms, filling the air with a sweet fragrance.

He immediately pinched her nose and said, "Get to work."

Xu Qingcheng picked out several types of green vegetables. "I'll stir-fry this."

"Start stewing the ones that take a long time, the ones that need to be simmered," Fu Jingting ordered.

Xu Qingcheng agreed, and then the two stared at each other for a while.

Two kitchen novices, dawdling and hesitating, finally managed to finish the stew and steamed dishes, then started scrolling through the menus on their phones.

When Zhao Lan pushed the door open, the two of them were looking at the menu on their phones with their heads close together. They turned around at the same time when they heard the sound.

"Ah—!" Xu Qingcheng cried out in pain!