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

"I……"

Fu Hongxin had just uttered the word "I" when the old man suddenly slammed his cane heavily on the ground, abruptly stopping him from speaking further.

The old man snorted heavily and turned to look at Fu Minghui, "Your good son."

Fu Minghui's temples were bulging with veins. He had worked diligently all his life, always calculating and scheming. Who wouldn't want to be ahead of the curve? Who wouldn't want to leave a good legacy for their descendants?

But neither of his two sons lived up to his expectations. Time waits for no one, and he watched helplessly as his authority was challenged. Both of his sons had been excluded by the Fu family, as if his two arms had been cut off.

Fu Minghui has been in power for many years, and his deep-seated desire for power is something he cannot eradicate.

In Fu Minghui's eyes, Fu Pinghui was a mediocre and pedantic person who could compromise for the sake of family ties, which, to put it nicely, was called putting the big picture first, but it also showed that he was not capable of controlling the overall situation.

Fu Minghui had always looked down on his second brother's family.

But he never expected that his two children, Fu Pinxiu and Fu Jingting, would be like sharp blades, trying to cut away his power.

Therefore, he would not allow them to form a united force, nor would he give them any opportunity.

However, it's truly heartbreaking to see your own child be disappointing; you grind your teeth and yell, "You unfilial son!"

At this point, Fu Hongxin finally understood that no one was willing to listen to him properly.

Some people are like that. They've been pampered and spoiled since they were little, and they always want to be superior to others in everything they do. Fu Hongxin really thought to himself, "I'm just touching your hand. How precious is your hand that I can't touch?"

What about the barriers between men and women, what about siblings? It's all bullshit. I only gave you some respect because of your good looks and figure, and you've already screwed me over.

He looked at the two of them with a mocking and malicious glint in his eyes, "Fine, very well."

He took a step to leave, but Wang Yunzi grabbed him, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling with sobs, "Hongxin's wrist is injured like this, even if he did something, this was too much."

The old lady frowned. She always thought her eldest daughter-in-law was a straightforward person, but the old man clearly wanted to keep the matter quiet and didn't want to break it down.

Everyone knows what kind of person Hongxin is; if you really want to argue about it, he might not even be in the right.

It's the Lunar New Year, so let's just let this matter go; we've already given them plenty of face.

And then they started nagging about it.

The old lady spoke coldly, "So you mean it's only fair if Jingting's wrist is broken too, right?"

Wang Yunzi is a person who understands words, "I don't have that kind of heart."

The old lady snorted and urged Wang Yunzi to leave, saying, "You and Hongxin go and keep a close eye on things. You should know your own child's character better than anyone else. How long can you protect him like this? In the end, you'll only suffer the consequences."

Wang Yunzi didn't say anything else. She glanced at her husband and then pulled Fu Hongxin away.

As soon as the people here left, the younger generation was chased away.

Fu Pinghui grasped Zhong Wanxiu's hand, which was still trembling. She said nothing, only offering silent strength. He turned to look at Fu Jingting, "A little wine won't change you!"

"Take Qingcheng inside to rest."

Xu Qingcheng looked at Zhong Wanxiu with some concern. She was actually very embarrassed, but there were many things she couldn't say right now. "Mom, I'm sorry for making you worry. Thank you too."

"We're all family, there's no need for thanks. Alright, you guys go upstairs and rest. Your dad and I still need to go see your grandparents. It's upsetting to have all this happening during the New Year." Zhong Wanxiu smiled slightly, then looked at Fu Jingting with a worried expression.

Fu Jingting clicked his tongue lightly, "Mom, what kind of look is that?"

Zhong Wanxiu glared at him, said nothing, and turned to leave.

At times like these, Fu Sichen is always the kind of person who can only watch and not speak; it's not her turn, and if she tries to stand out, she'll get stabbed.

She followed him into the room. "Fairy sister, are you alright? You should stay away from your second cousin from your uncle's family in the future." She then flattered her second cousin, "Second brother did the right thing. That's how a man should be."

Fu Jingting glanced at her without saying a word, only looking at Xu Qingcheng's eyes, which were red at the corners and her little nose was also red. He reached out and pinched her nose, "You really cried, so realistically."

Xu Qingcheng slapped his hand away and muttered, "What do you know?"

Fu Sichen looked at the two people, not understanding what space language they were speaking, and neither of them was willing to explain it to her.

Fu Jingting threw the person out and then closed the door.

Since they were enjoying their time together, Fu Sichen couldn't really say anything. But wasn't it originally agreed that she would sleep in this room? Second brother is so annoying.

As soon as the door closed, Xu Qingcheng couldn't take it anymore. She quickly grabbed Fu Jingting's arm, "What should we do? Mom seems really angry. I suddenly feel like I've done something wrong."

Originally, she had no guilt about tricking Fu Hongxin, but for some reason, seeing Zhong Wanxiu speak up for her made Xu Qingcheng feel uneasy.

She shook his arm. "Should I tell Mom and explain?"

Fu Jingting lowered his eyes and watched her unconsciously shaking his arm, feeling as if her shaking was making his bones go weak.

He chuckled, teasing her, "You did something wrong, so how did it become like you felt like you did something wrong?"

Xu Qingcheng frowned and pushed him unhappily, "It's all because of you. You're ruthless enough. Your eyes are gleaming like a wolf's."

Her eyes are round and almond-shaped, and they look best when she smiles.

Even when she's angry and coquettish, she's still beautiful, as lively as a star in the sky. Right now, it seems like only he is in her eyes, and that sentence, "It's all for you," is like layers of reeds binding him and squeezing into his body.

He sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and pulled her over, pressing his hand on her waist as she sat on his lap.

Xu Qingcheng refused, saying the position was inappropriate and the door was only closed, not locked, but she couldn't resist him and was still held on his lap.

The man met her eyes. "For me?"

He was so close, his voice was deep, and his breath brushed against her face. Only then did she realize how ambiguous his words were.

She turned her head away; it was too late to deny it now.

The man pinched her reddened earlobe. "What's wrong? Afraid your husband will get a beating? Hmm?"

He let out a low, deep "hmm," which pierced her ear, an indescribable ambiguity tickling her heart, making her feel as if her whole body was about to go limp. Yet, he pressed his nose against her cheek, his breath, slightly heavy and tinged with the smell of alcohol, patting her neck, making her feel itchy.

Xu Qingcheng blushed, but couldn't dodge, so she could only deny it firmly, scolding coquettishly, "You're not afraid at all. You deserve to get beaten up, who told you to lay a hand on me?"

"Hmm. You're right." The man admitted, a suppressed laugh in his throat. "So, if you think I deserved to be beaten, why did Mrs. Fu bother putting on this show?"

"..."

He exposed her so thoroughly that Xu Qingcheng bit her lip lightly. "He touched my wrist and wouldn't let go. He's your cousin, and I'm your wife, how could he do this? He deserves it if I betray him."

Fu Jingting looked up, his expression deep and intense.

Firecrackers crackled outside, and fireworks burst intermittently, casting a flickering light on and off outside the window. Xu Qingcheng's heart pounded as he stared at her, and she was flustered and couldn't quite describe her feelings.

She suddenly buried her face in his shoulder. "Don't look at me, it makes me anxious. I just feel so sorry for Mom, my aunt's words are so harsh and unpleasant."