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

Fu Jingting saw that she had a cold face, but her face was also red, which made her cold and aloof aura completely dissipate.

He found her sulking appearance particularly amusing. She had such a beautiful face, making him think she was an incredibly alluring little vixen, but in reality, she was just a shy, delicate water lily.

Even intimate gestures between the two of them could make her so shy that she would break down in tears, saying she was too ashamed to face anyone.

How could he be so ashamed to face anyone? No one else knows, only he knows.

He suddenly remembered the first time they were together. She was nervous and stiff. He asked her why she was nervous, but she retorted that men all like innocent girls and that she was just pretending.

The frenzied bloom of that night has been washed away by memory, but I still remember that she left a deep enough tooth mark on his shoulder, biting hard, and she even cried.

Fu Jingting couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Then Xu Qingcheng exploded. She angrily slapped him hard, yelling, "You're still laughing? What right do you have to laugh? I'm so embarrassed! It's all your fault! Don't touch me again!"

"What did I say?" Fu Jingting was taken aback by her sudden outburst. He dodged while trying to suppress his laughter.

She was really angry; her eyes were red with anger, and she looked very aggrieved.

He clicked his tongue, reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her arm and drawing her into his embrace. He wrapped his arm around her, pressing the back of her head against his chest. "Why don't you put it here? There's nowhere else to put it!"

There was a hint of laughter in his voice, which made Xu Qingcheng even angrier. She struggled to get up, determined not to put herself down here.

The man's arms tightened, forcefully holding her down so she couldn't break free. She remained nestled in his embrace, patiently soothing him, "Oh, you're really angry. My mom just said it casually, and you're perfectly fine. Why are you so shy?!"

"You are not me!" she said sullenly.

Women are the first to suffer in this situation. On the first day of their marriage, when their mother-in-law tells them to be more restrained and tolerant in their sex life, they feel like digging a hole and burying themselves.

Fu Jingting looked down at her, pinching her cheek with his fingers. "Who are you going to be all cold-faced when you see Grandpa and Grandma? I don't want to get another beating and have to spend the Spring Festival lying in bed."

Xu Qingcheng paused for a moment, then suddenly looked up from his embrace, "Is it possible?"

Her expression... was clearly one of hoping he would get beaten up!

Fu Jingting, "..." Damn it!

He scoffed, "No."

She looked at his momentarily downcast face and suddenly smiled. That smile was like a flower blooming gently in the warm winter sun.

Fu Jingting cupped her face in one hand, leaned down, and gently kissed her.

The atmosphere was so wonderful and quiet that she couldn't resist his embrace, and his kisses were unusually gentle, drawing her into his world little by little.

After he finished kissing her, he let go of her and stared at her. Xu Qingcheng felt embarrassed and pressed her face against his chest, refusing to let him see her.

Her heart was pounding. Xu Qingcheng was overwhelmed by this tenderness and felt flustered.

Fu Jingting chuckled. Did she know that her shy demeanor only made people want to do unspeakable things with her even more?

The noisy carriage fell silent for a moment, and the driver couldn't help but look in the rearview mirror.

The two of them were seen snuggling together, looking like a very affectionate young couple.

Xu Qingcheng listened to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and she thought to herself that they should be able to get along well.

Upon arriving at the Fu family's old residence, the two got out of the car. She straightened her clothes, then suddenly remembered and looked at him, "Does it really not look good?"

Women are always persistent in their judgments of beauty and ugliness.

She grabbed his arm and asked, "Is something wrong?"

She asked sincerely and cautiously. Fu Jingting glanced at her exquisite figure, put his arm around her waist, patted her bottom, and whispered in her ear, "It will make any man want to treat you like this!"

Xu Qingcheng suddenly realized what he meant. Her face flushed red, and she pushed him away, shouting, "You! You pervert!"

Sunlight shone on the two of them; the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful, and they were perfectly in sync.

Fu Jingting took the gift from the trunk, held it in his hand, and reached out to her with one hand.

Xu Qingcheng understood that there was no need for either of them to make it clear. It seemed that the two of them had decided on the same terms that they should put on a proper show in front of their elders at home.

She placed her hand in his palm and let him lead her.

The old lady smiled with her eyes narrowed as she saw the two of them come in. Seeing her granddaughter-in-law's shy face and the charm of a new bride, she felt much relieved.

According to old customs, the grandchildren should pay their respects, but the old man waved his hand and said it was unnecessary, as he had already done so the other day and there was no need to trouble himself today.

Lunch was very simple.

Fu Jingting said he brought the old man a set of writing implements, which Qingcheng had specially prepared.

Xu Qingcheng looked up at him. This was clearly prepared by him. How could she have had time to prepare these things lately?

But when he said that, she felt happy. Even if it was just an act, she felt happy.

After dinner, the old man asked Fu Jingting to accompany him to the study to practice calligraphy.

Xu Qingcheng stayed with the old lady to bask in the sun.

The old lady looked at the bracelet on her wrist and laughed, "Wanxiu is quite generous in giving you this."

Xu Qingcheng looked down at the bracelet on her wrist. "This is really valuable."

"It's nothing valuable or not. Just accept it as a token of your mother-in-law's goodwill." The old lady lay on the rocking chair, swaying gently, while Xu Qingcheng sat beside her, demurely peeling an apple.

Jiang Wenyu looked at her. This girl had a beautiful face. Not to mention men, even she, an old woman, found her attractive.

What's even more remarkable is this girl's resilience. The Xu family has endured a lot of grievances thanks to her support until now, and she deserves to be cared for and loved.

Qingcheng cut the food into pieces on a small plate, stuck toothpicks in them, and handed it to the old lady, saying, "Grandma, have a taste."

The sweet scent of fruit wafted from her nose. The old lady took a piece and pushed it towards her, saying, "You eat it, my teeth aren't good."

Xu Qingcheng put down the small plate. The afternoon sun shone brightly on her face. She slowly chewed on an apple, enjoying this rare moment of carefree pleasure.

The old lady looked at her. "Girl, I've picked out a few wedding dates: March, May, October. I haven't heard your opinion yet. When would you like to go?"

"I don't mind, you can decide." Xu Qingcheng twisted her fingers together; she naturally wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.

The old lady glanced at her, smiled, and closed her eyes. "Just say it when I tell you to. Why are you making so many excuses?"

"March is the best month." Xu Qingcheng lowered her eyes.

"What month is best, March?" Fu Jingting and the old man came out of the study and asked as they overheard this.

"Your wife says that March would be the best time for the wedding." The old lady looked at him. "What do you think?"

Fu Jingting smiled and looked at Xu Qingcheng, "That's naturally up to my wife."

Xu Qingcheng blushed deeply at his words.

Upon hearing this, the old man smacked him on the leg with his cane without hesitation. "You're right on time. Fine, spring is in full bloom in March, that's fine. It's a bit rushed, though, let them get busy."

Fu Jingting was hit and winced in pain.

Xu Qingcheng burst out laughing.

The atmosphere here is just right, with a sense of tranquility. Then, a sound comes from outside; someone calls out to Grandpa and Grandma.

Xu Qingcheng keenly noticed that the expressions on the two elderly people's faces were clearly different.

She looked up at Fu Jingting, whose face was also cold. He reached out and pulled Xu Qingcheng over, "Grandpa and Grandma, let's go first."