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

Xu Qingcheng was furious, but he saw through her act in a second.

But she was also genuinely nervous, her heart was pounding.

Of course, they also added five minutes of screen time.

The goal, of course, is to let her go. Xu Qingcheng felt she needed time to calmly sort out the current situation.

Fu Jingting is truly impervious to both soft and hard approaches.

He placed his hand on her lower abdomen and said, "Is my child here?"

She kicked him, but he grabbed her ankle.

He smiled, exuding a dark and dangerous aura. "Good boy, I'll say hello to it."

He kissed her belly button to say hello to the baby inside her.

Xu Qingcheng was both surprised and afraid, fearing that he would discover something amiss.

It was discovered that she was not pregnant.

Her waistline was incredibly alluring, slightly taut with tension.

Fu Jingting could hardly believe that their child would be born here in the future.

……

I stayed up most of the night.

Both of their phones were off, and no one could disturb them. He held her as they slept soundly.

The weight and curve encircled in his arms were just right, as if they were made for him.

Due to his biological clock, even though he went to bed late, he still woke up early and stared at the woman in his arms.

Her black hair was gathered behind her head, and her snow-white and pink skin complemented her stunningly beautiful face, every feature of which could captivate any man.

Her breathing was shallow and long, and the blush on her face had not yet faded. It was hard to tell whether it was from the heat in her body or from the warmth of her sleep. She was as charming as a ripe peach, with juice overflowing when you took a bite.

Even after waking up, he didn't want to move. The busyness before the Spring Festival was over, and the internal discussions within the Fu Group regarding his European project had basically come to an end. Although it wasn't announced to the public, Fu Jingting knew exactly what was going on.

However, it's almost Chinese New Year, so I'd like to wait until after the holiday to make the official announcement.

The eldest brother is definitely going to join the Fu Group; his marginalization is a foregone conclusion.

But now, he is quite composed. Moreover, it's rare to have such an opportunity to indulge in a life of pleasure and ignore politics.

He closed his eyes gently and slept with her. Time seemed to slow down, as if this was the natural rhythm of life.

Fu Jingting didn't go downstairs until he heard noises downstairs, only then did he put on his pajamas and go down.

Standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor, I saw Zhong Wanxiu standing below, accompanied by a lady.

She is Zhong Wanxiu's personal stylist, specializing in matching her clothes, jewelry, hairstyles, and so on. She has been serving her for many years.

Why is this time here?

Before Fu Jingting could even finish frowning, Zhong Wanxiu had already looked over.

"Mom, what brings you here?"

Zhong Wanxiu frowned at his disheveled appearance, having just gotten up. "What time is it? Why aren't you up yet? Why are both your phones off? Neither of our phones are working!"

If the phone is turned off, then it definitely won't work.

"Where's Qingcheng? I made an appointment with her yesterday to come over this morning to help her take her measurements." Her voice softened when she mentioned Xu Qingcheng.

Fu Jingting clicked his tongue, noticing the difference in treatment.

"Mom, Ms. Liu, please wait a moment. I'll go get her."

Zhong Wanxiu led the people to the tea table for tea and conversation, saying, "Teacher Liu, I'm so sorry to have taken up your time."

"It's alright. I've basically finished all my pre-New Year's activities, so I have time," Liu Yang said with a smile. "They're newlyweds, so we're the ones who are bothering them."

Zhong Wanxiu laughed too, saying, "We've all been young, who doesn't know?"

It's already past ten o'clock. If they had just answered a phone call, she wouldn't have had to rush over like this.

Moreover, they've already gotten their marriage certificate, so they're now officially members of the Fu family. Today, the old man and woman are both at home waiting for them to come over.

Last night she specifically instructed Fu Jingting to take Qingcheng over there, but it seems that brat forgot, or maybe he hasn't been beaten enough.

I don't know how the news of their wedding got out. Last night, I was getting ready to go to bed very late when the phone started ringing one after another, asking about the situation and when the wedding would be held.

Fu Pinghui drank a bit too much last night, and Zhong Wanxiu was worried that he wouldn't get enough rest, so she simply put his phone on silent.

When he woke up this morning, afraid of missing important calls, he called back one by one, and 98% of them were asking about this matter.

Zhong Wanxiu's phone was also ringing off the hook; both familiar and unfamiliar ladies called her to inquire.

Madam Song asked with a smile, "You kept it a secret very well. If I hadn't heard Xingzhi mention it this morning, I wouldn't have known either."

Zhong Wanxiu knew that Fu Jingting must have spread the news himself.

Although he didn't intend to hide it, Fu Pinghui had actually told Zhong Wanxiu before that there were too many things going on inside the Fu Group at this time, and that she should be careful with her words and actions.

Zhong Wanxiu also felt that since her uncle had always wanted Jingting to marry into the Ye family, such news would inevitably be spread around and gossiped about when it reached him.

Therefore, she naturally kept the news of Fu Jingting's marriage a secret from the public, and even Fu Sichen only formally told her about it yesterday morning.

As for the old man and the old woman, the dates were given to the old woman for her direct review. The old woman set the time strictly, as if not a day could be delayed, which caused Zhong Wanxiu to lose sleep. She postponed everything else and only arranged things for Fu Jingting.

Choosing a date, preparing gifts, meeting the in-laws, setting the date—there wasn't even time to ask Xu Qingcheng to come to the house for a meal beforehand.

Moreover, Zhong Wanxiu found it strange that the two elders hadn't said a word about it to anyone else.

Everyone seemed to be in a tacit understanding, as if they were all waiting for the two of them to actually get their marriage certificate and make it a fait accompli before announcing the news to the public.

The old lady only called her once yesterday to ask if she had gotten her marriage certificate.

She said she had everything ready; the young couple would go to Xu's parents' house for lunch and then go home for dinner. She even specifically asked the old lady, "Or, why don't we all come to your place for dinner together?"

"No need. This girl hasn't even had a proper chat with you yet. You can eat at home. Have them come over tomorrow. No need to make a fuss. You don't need to come. The Spring Festival is just around the corner, you can come then."

He sounded quite happy.

Zhong Wanxiu thought to herself that the old lady probably liked this girl quite a bit.

The timeframe is too tight. Jingting owns several properties, but none of them seem suitable as a wedding home. He needs to buy another one and renovate it.

For two people to live together, their home must share a common aesthetic sense. The house decoration, furniture, and soft furnishings should all be based on what Qingcheng likes.

She also needed to prepare clothes and jewelry for Qingcheng first, as she, as the mother-in-law, hadn't even had time to prepare a gift for her daughter-in-law.

During the Spring Festival, the Fu family will be meeting up with a large group of people, as will Jingting's maternal grandparents and many relatives from the Zhong family.

With more people involved, there are more things to deal with, and we can't compromise on anything. This hasty arrangement is already incredibly unfair.

The members of the aristocratic families all had sharp eyes, and Zhong Wanxiu was afraid that if she didn't think things through, she would embarrass Qingcheng.

Today is the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month. This year is a short month, and the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month is New Year's Eve. We will go to the old house together to stay up all night.

Zhong Wanxiu was extremely anxious, wishing she could break down every second of time to use. But what happened? She couldn't get through on the phone, and she even left the marriage registration matter as a smokescreen for her parents to explain to her.

I was planning to just tell him when we met during the New Year, but this kid, without wasting a single minute, leaked the news as if he was afraid no one would know.

Ms. Zhong couldn't help but laugh and cry when she thought about it.

In the bedroom, Xu Qingcheng slept soundly, not only because she was tired, but also because her incredibly audacious plan had finally come to fruition, and a weight had been lifted from her heart.

The room had a particularly comforting atmosphere, so she slept very soundly.

Fu Jingting called her a few times, but she turned over irritably and refused to open her eyes, slapping his hand away with a bad temper.

The man's eyes were full of smiles. He reached out and pinched her nose, leaning closer to her with a malicious grin. "Mom's waiting for you downstairs. She said she made an appointment with you to take your clothes today. If you really can't get up, I'll tell her to go home first."

Xu Qingcheng suddenly opened her eyes. Oh no, she had completely, completely, completely forgotten.