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

He gently wrapped his arm around her; it wasn't a passionate kiss, but it made her heart pound wildly, her eyes sparkling with an irrepressible allure, and her body quietly softening.

Xu Qingcheng had no choice but to wrap her arms around his waist and tilt her head back to endure his advances.

Their bodies were locked in a tender embrace, their breathing erratic, and she nestled into his arms. The occasional sound of firecrackers outside masked her unusual panting and soft moans, but every sound reached the man's ears, as if setting him on fire.

Fu Jingting's temples bulged with veins, and he tightened his grip on her waist. He suddenly cursed and pulled her into his arms.

He shamelessly retorted, "Damn, I can't stand it if you keep yelling."

"you--"

Xu Qingcheng was so angry that she pinched his waist hard. She was truly exasperated. How could this person be so unrestrained and have no sense of propriety?

Fu Jingting hissed, "You really went too far. Didn't I tell you to be gentler? Mrs. Fu's learning ability needs improvement; she needs more practice."

"Fu Jingting!"

Xu Qingcheng almost screamed.

His words dragged her back to the absurd scene in the study last night.

In romantic relationships, she was the passive recipient; all her initiative was merely a facade, and all her experience came solely from him.

So whenever she tried to seduce him, she would always give herself away. Sometimes she would go too far, and he would yell, his forehead bulging, "Go easy. Damn it, are you trying to cripple me?"

Despite his rough and unserious manner of speaking, his taut muscles and bulging veins made him both powerful and sexy.

Xu Qingcheng blushed and refused to serve her anymore.

The man shamelessly coaxed her, "Sweetie, study hard and improve every day. You need to practice more."

Practice my ass!

"You have to call me 'husband,' 'brother,' or just my name." Fu Jingting pinched her cheek. "If you call me by my full name again, I'll teach you a lesson."

Xu Qingcheng shoved his hand away and ran outside, saying, "I won't shout."

The woman's charming figure fled from his sight, and Fu Jingting smiled as he followed her out.

Dinner is all prepared, and we're just waiting for everyone to sit down and start eating.

The elders took their seats first, followed by the younger generation. They were last, and this year wasn't the most complete gathering; Fu Pingxiu made a brief appearance in the afternoon and left, saying he'd come to offer New Year's greetings tomorrow morning.

Uncle Fu is overseas and can't make it back in time. He said he'll have a video call later to experience the Spring Festival.

Xu Qingcheng sat beside Fu Jingting, behaving very obediently and not saying a word unless necessary, following him to serve tea and wine to the elders.

Fu Jingting drank quite a bit. Because he was newly married and also because she couldn't drink alcohol, he drank with his peers after toasting the elders, and he also had to give her a share.

The elders didn't make things difficult, but some of the cousins ​​started making a fuss among their peers.

He accepted all offers without hesitation, and soon a wicked glint appeared in his eyes. When someone tried to persuade him to drink again, Xu Qingcheng finally couldn't help but speak up, "He's drunk too much, he can't take it anymore."

My uncle's two younger cousins ​​whistled and yelled, "Sister-in-law said you're not good enough, Jingting, are you really up to it?"

Xu Qingcheng was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to stop him or not.

Fu Jingting cursed and pretended to hit them with a bottle, a smile playing at the corner of his eye. "A man has to do what he can't."

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Xu Qingcheng watched as he downed a whole glass of baijiu.

The cheers and firecrackers filled the air, creating a lively atmosphere.

Xu Qingcheng reached out to support him, frowned, and muttered in a low voice, "There's no need to drink like this. It's not like it's an unavoidable business banquet where you have to drink. The atmosphere is there, but you're the one who's suffering."

Fu Jingting leaned closer to her, whispering in her ear, "What's wrong, feeling sorry for your man?"

He mimicked the old lady's words perfectly, his strong smell of alcohol hitting her face. Xu Qingcheng blushed from the stench and snapped at him, "Stand still, drink as much as you want, I hope you get a perforated stomach."

"Tsk, how can you curse your husband like that?" He clicked his tongue, and instead of standing up, he pounced on her.

Xu Qingcheng hurriedly supported him, hugging his waist with both hands. Her waist was pressed backward by him, but he seemed to intentionally or unintentionally hold her waist and help her up.

With the weight lessening, she finally stood up, clinging tightly to him. "Are you... alright?"

The man turned his head to look at her, his lips tracing a path across her cheek. "What do you think?"

His expression clearly indicated that there was nothing wrong with him.

Xu Qingcheng reached out and patted him hard on the back. She was about to let go when someone else came over.

She suddenly pulled her hand back halfway through, warning him, "You're faking being drunk."

Someone came over, and Xu Qingcheng said apologetically, "He drank a bit too much tonight, and he's not quite sober."

"Is Jingting's wine really that weak?"

"He drank too fast," Xu Qingcheng explained, her body suddenly stiffening as someone gently bit and licked her neck. Xu Qingcheng's scalp tightened, and she supported him with all her might. "I, I'll take him back to his room to rest for a bit."

She subtly pinched his arm, as if warning him to behave.

She supported him as they walked towards the room. They asked if she needed help, but Xu Qingcheng politely declined.

She swayed as she supported him as they walked, grumbling, "You're too heavy. Don't put all your weight on me, I can't support you."

"Didn't you tell me to pretend to be drunk? It has to be as realistic as possible." Fu Jingting put his arm around her waist and straightened up a bit.

Her face flushed slightly from the effort, and she looked exceptionally beautiful under the chandelier. He suddenly kissed her forehead and praised her without hesitation, "Beautiful."

"What's beautiful?"

"She's beautiful."

Xu Qingcheng scoffed, "You're only just realizing? You were beautiful all along."

"You have quite the nerve," Fu Jingting chuckled.

Xu Qingcheng retorted angrily, "Shut up! Drunk people don't talk so much nonsense."

The two went up the stairs together, but ran into Fu Hongxin who was coming down.

"Oh, are you drunk?"

Fu Hongxin smiled, "Sister-in-law, I'll help you."

"No."

Xu Qingcheng refused, but he insisted on taking her hand. He casually grabbed her hand and moved it up the back of her hand to her wrist, his fingers casually caressing the inside of her wrist.

Xu Qingcheng's face suddenly turned cold. She forcefully pulled her hand away, her voice icy as she tried her best to suppress her temper, "I said I can do it myself, please let go of my hand."

"Hey, don't be so polite, you... ah..." Before he could finish speaking, his wrist was twisted and broken. Fu Hongxin screamed in pain and didn't even see what happened before he was thrown to the ground.

With a thud.

Fu Hongxin didn't even utter a sound of pain at the first sign of it.

Fu Jingting squatted down in front of him, his eyes filled with a wild and ruthless glint in them. "Do you think I'm dead? Believe me, I can cripple your hands today!"

Fu Hongxin spat, "Damn it, you try... ah... I'll fuck your ancestors!"

With a snap of his wrist, Fu Hongxin cursed loudly.

Xu Qingcheng's temples throbbed. Seeing everyone gathering in their direction, she grabbed Fu Jingting and buried her face in his chest, sobbing, "Husband, he bullied me..."

Fu Jingting, "..."