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

When the two came down, some of the younger generation were playing cards in the living room, while a few ran out to the yard to set off fireworks.

Fu Minghui left first.

Fu Hongxin needs a minor hand surgery, but it's not a big problem.

When Xu Qingcheng heard this, she glanced at Fu Jingting and saw that the bone was indeed broken. It seemed that he had hit very hard.

The man lowered his brows slightly, and when he heard the news, there was no emotional fluctuation on his face. However, his eyes were deep and unusual. Xu Qingcheng tugged at his sleeve, and he turned his head to look at her, raising his eyebrows slightly as if to ask, "What's wrong?"

Looking at it this way, nothing seems out of the ordinary.

Xu Qingcheng tilted her head. "It's nothing."

The elderly couple are too old to stay up all night, so we let them come down for a chat before they prepared to rest.

Fu Pinghui and Zhong Wanxiu were also present. Perhaps because their uncle's family was not around, the events that had occurred earlier did not seem to affect them in the slightest.

However, Xu Qingcheng still felt embarrassed that such an unpleasant incident had occurred on such a joyous holiday.

After calling out to her grandparents, she went to the old lady's side, brought her a cup of tea, and politely apologized, "Grandma, it's my fault for ruining everyone's New Year's mood. Please have some tea to calm down. We should still be happy during the New Year."

The old lady was truly surprised that she took the initiative to apologize. Logically speaking, Hongxin was in the wrong and she was the one who had been wronged. But at this moment, she was holding a teacup and leaning her head up in front of her. Her pretty face was beautiful and radiant, and her eyes were smiling and trying to please her, which made people feel comfortable.

The old lady brought over a teacup, smiling, "As long as you're alright, Grandma isn't upset. It's New Year's, so we should still be happy. I'm really looking forward to your baby calling me 'Grandma.' This girl is really pretty; if it's a girl, that would be amazing!"

The old lady's words were tinged with a smile, and the atmosphere suddenly became pleasant.

As was customary, Qingcheng also served tea to the old man. Fu Shiqing took it over and immediately retorted to his wife, "Why does it have to be a girl? What if it's a boy? Is he ugly?"

The conversation lingered on her belly, and everyone was having a good time, but Qingcheng felt particularly uncomfortable and could only manage a silly laugh.

She turned around and met Fu Jingting's gaze, staring at her with an extremely strange look in his eyes.

Xu Qingcheng, puzzled, asked him as she sat down, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're beautiful."

Xu Qingcheng, "..." You're crazy!

Zhong Wanxiu asked them, "What are your plans? Where are you going to build your home? Have you discussed the wedding dress, the wedding ceremony, and the banquet?"

"Of course we've discussed it." Fu Jingting leaned back on the sofa. With the old man present, he couldn't be too unrestrained, so he sat upright, his sweater sleeves rolled up. Because of the alcohol, a hint of arrogance appeared in his eyes, and when he turned to look at Xu Qingcheng, his gaze became more fiery and unrestrained. He pinched the back of her neck with his fingers. "Tell me about it?"

Say something, say what?

The moment Xu Qingcheng turned her head and met his gaze, she knew he harbored ill intentions; that look in his eyes...

She tried hard not to blush, but her heart was racing. Ever since he gave her advice on the construction of the Shengshi Nanmen project, and ever since he agreed to cooperate with her in depth, all the crazy and chaotic discussions about the wedding details had been forgotten. What was she supposed to say?

She hid her fingers behind his back and pinched his waist, filled with hatred.

The man's muscles tensed. He turned to the side, grabbed her hand to stop her from causing trouble, and pretended to be very affectionate. "You're being shy about asking? Just tell me what you want."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wenyu nodded, "Yes, just say what you want. The worst thing is to say 'whatever' or 'I have no requirements.'"

Xu Qingcheng wanted to say that she didn't have any demands, but after the old lady said that, she couldn't even say the words "no demands".

She glanced at Fu Jingting with a slight turn of her eyes. Her eyes were charming, alluring, and beautiful. With her gaze lowered and half-closed, her shyness was so captivating that it could rip one's heart out. Fu Jingting felt a chill run down his spine. Before he could react, he heard her say, "I really like everything Jingting arranged. He has considered everything and is very thoughtful and meticulous."

Fu Jingting, "..."

Yes, they've really cleared their name.

Fu Jingting could only say, "The place she's chosen will take at least two or three years to build, so for now, she'll stay at Jingshan No. 1. We'll arrange for her to stay at Yu Shinan's Silver Bay Hotel. We'll leave the wedding details to the wedding planning company to come up with a plan and then choose one, to see what Qingcheng likes. Mom has already arranged for Liu Yang to dress her..."

Xu Qingcheng turned her head; he had indeed made quite meticulous arrangements.

The man raised an eyebrow at her, looking smug and saying, "You're not going to stump me."

Xu Qingcheng scoffed, then couldn't help but laugh. With a smile playing on her lips, she turned her head and saw that everyone was staring at them. She was so agitated that she wanted to cover her face with her hands.

Seeing the young couple exchanging loving glances, oblivious to everyone around them, makes one feel sweet and truly think that life is wonderful.

Jiang Wenyu laughed, "Yeah, that's good. Just keep treating us like we're invisible."

"grandmother!"

Xu Qingcheng called out sweetly, her face flushed red.

She exuded that coy and charming air of a young girl.

The old lady laughed and teased her, "Oh, you're embarrassed now?"

Zhong Wanxiu laughed along with her.

Fu Jingting frowned as he looked at her. When he pulled her into this situation, he never imagined that the family would be so happy together.

Every charming and alluring thing on her face was deeply etched into his heart. Even though he harbored ill intentions and was full of scheming, he had never wanted to give her the best as he did now.

He will spend the rest of his life making up for all his regrets.

"March is a good time, everyone's crammed for wedding dates. Can the Silver Bay Hotel make room for you?" Zhong Wanxiu asked. They were in a rush. Wedding bookings at the Silver Bay Hotel need to be made at least a year in advance. If the bookings were already made, they could probably find a way to reschedule based on their relationship with the hotel. But meeting the client's needs would be a real hassle.

Even if you have a very good relationship, you shouldn't cause them any major trouble.

Fu Jingting didn't care at all, "Let Yu Shinan figure something out."

The Yu family's New Year's Eve dinner was arranged at the Silver Bay Hotel. This was to make it easier for Chef Yu to direct the event, and also to save the family trouble, as everyone, young and old, came over.

There were so many guests at the New Year's Eve banquet that Yu Shinan was busy until late. Only then did he have time to come over and toast the elders at the table, and he sneezed a few times in a row.

He was furious; who the hell was talking badly about him behind his back again?

"Shi Nan, are you tired and have caught a cold? Take some medicine later." The Yu family has experienced many ups and downs, and this child has had a tough time. The old lady looked at her eldest grandson and patted his hand with heartache. "You're not young anymore, it's time to get married and have someone who cares about you."

"Alright. Grandma, you've got it all figured out. We'll do it next year. I'll bring you a granddaughter-in-law." Yu Shinan laughed heartily as he boasted, drawing boos from the younger generation at the table.