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

Xu Qingcheng paused slightly, glancing in that direction. The curtain blocked her view, and she could only see a figure.

She knew Ye Wenhan was inside.

The person speaking was Ye Wenhan's cousin.

Xu Qingcheng's face frosted over. She remembered this person; she had been humiliated by Madam Yang in the business world before. One was Ye Wenhan, and the other was Liang Ruru.

But what did she mean by that?

Fu Jingting's current predicament is simply because he did not marry into the Ye family.

Xu Qingcheng frowned slightly. Liu Yang noticed that she had stopped and that she had heard the conversation inside. Feeling quite embarrassed, she said, "Sorry, these people are just gossipy. Otherwise, I would have sent them somewhere else."

"No need," Xu Qingcheng said with a smile, trying to stop them. "You can't stop them. There are so many people; they can say whatever they want."

Liu Yang didn't say anything more, and found her Xiuhe dress and wedding gown that Zhong Wanxiu had inspected, and let her choose and try them on.

The sight of the hand-embroidered Chinese wedding dress and the beautiful white gown stirred a strange emotion within Xu Qingcheng.

She has finally reached this point, but unfortunately, it's not with the person she started with.

Fu Jingting hadn't arrived yet. He left her a message on his phone saying that something had delayed him and that she should wait a while.

Xu Qingcheng sat on the sofa waiting for him, her fingers swiping across her phone screen. The dates on the calendar made her a little anxious. Zhong Wanxiu called every day, urging them to hurry up and try on wedding dresses and take wedding photos, constantly asking if the wedding venue plan had been finalized. Xu Qingcheng was now having to devote most of her energy to the wedding.

The packed schedule meant she had to do things with Fu Jingting, but... her period was approaching.

The two of them slept together, but he wasn't the kind of person who was so proper and aloof that he wouldn't touch her for ten days or half a month. Even if he was careful, it would be easy for him to give himself away.

Xu Qingcheng pressed her temples, which were throbbing slightly. Not wanting to think about it anymore, she simply took her wedding dress and went to change.

The beautiful wedding dress had a cinched waist that accentuated the upper body, while layers of white tulle below created a breathtakingly beautiful effect.

Xu Qingcheng stared at herself in the mirror, feeling somewhat unfamiliar with herself.

When Liu Yang turned her head and saw Xu Qingcheng in her wedding dress, her eyes lit up and she exclaimed how beautiful she was, attracting everyone's attention.

"You really are beautiful. I rarely compliment people." Liu Yang looked her up and down. "The wedding dress suits you perfectly. I even feel that you are a work of art, and you shouldn't be a real person here. When Mr. Fu arrives, don't be too amazed by your beauty."

Xu Qingcheng was quite embarrassed, "It's not as exaggerated as you say."

The woman, clad in her wedding dress, stood gracefully, and it was as if a thousand needles were piercing Ye Wenhan's eyes at once, making her feel as if her eyes were about to bleed.

She recalled Xu Qingcheng's car ramming into her, crushing her to pieces, and his vicious words about taking away everything she cared about.

Ye Wenhan felt her blood rushing backwards.

She should have been the one standing there in the wedding dress.

Xu Qingcheng is a robber, a shameless robber, who stole everything from her.

"Isn't it said that Xu Qingcheng got married because she was pregnant? Her belly doesn't look that big to me." Liang Ruru pouted, but no one responded to her. She turned to look at Ye Wenhan, only to see her staring at Xu Qingcheng as if she were possessed.

"Wenhan, what's wrong?"

Liang Ruru touched Ye Wenhan's hand, knowing she was unwilling, but what good was being unwilling now? It was already a fait accompli. "Let it go, what's done is done. Who would have thought Xu Qingcheng could rise to power through pregnancy?"

"What if there isn't one?" Ye Wenhan's gaze swept over Xu Qingcheng's stomach.

Liang Ruru didn't react for a moment. Her gaze followed Ye Wenhan's and she understood what Ye Wenhan was planning. She was startled, but also secretly looking forward to watching the show. "If she didn't have a child like the Xu family, it would be impossible for the Fu family to want her. But now they're already married. Without a child, the wedding probably won't be able to happen. She might even be divorced and kicked out."

Ye Wenhan glanced at Liang Ruru, her expression unremarkable.

Liang Ruru continued her rant, "Everyone says a mother's status rises with her son, but what is she without the child in her womb?"

Xu Qingcheng lifted her skirt and walked towards the fitting room, when Ye Wenhan suddenly pulled Liang Ruru forward.

She was pulled so hard she stumbled, and before Liang Ruru could even regain her balance,

Her skirt was stepped on, and she lost her balance and was knocked to the side. Xu Qingcheng's eyes twitched. In front of her was a steel ornament with an angular shape that was more than a meter high. She almost instinctively reached out to grab the stylist standing next to her.

At this moment, Xu Qingcheng was pleasantly surprised by the foundation she had built through dance practice. Her waist twisted into an incredible arc, but just as she was about to gather strength to stand up, she suddenly let go and fell to the ground.

When Fu Jingting arrived, led by the receptionist, he witnessed this breathtaking scene. He watched as Xu Qingcheng released her grip and roared angrily, "Xu Qingcheng!"

His furious voice suddenly pierced her ears, and Xu Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat.

However, her body was completely out of control. Xu Qingcheng closed her eyes. She had already avoided the sharp objects beside her. At most, she would fall to the ground and get hurt, but the injury would be within a controllable range.

However, with a loud crash, the sound of metal colliding with the tiled floor reached my ears, and my body fell to the ground... no, it seemed as if someone had lifted my body up and placed it flat on the ground.

Her head was barely supported by someone's hand, and she could hear clear breathing sounds beside her ear.

When Xu Qingcheng opened her eyes, she saw the man's angry face, the azure flames burning in his pupils, and his thin lips pressed into a straight line between his hair.

She was a little stunned. Her gaze fell from his face and she easily saw the beads of blood on the back of his hand where a sharp blade had cut.

Xu Qingcheng's face turned pale, and her head spun. Fu Jingting covered her eyes with one hand and asked through gritted teeth, "Are you hurt? Where does it hurt?"

The tone wasn't one of worry; rather, it sounded like someone was grinding their teeth, as if they wanted to tear her apart.

"Your hand..." Xu Qingcheng was anxious. Her palms were sweaty. She placed them on his hand that was covering her eyes, wanting to pull it off but not daring to.

"You still have time to worry about my hands?" Fu Jingting said coldly. "Close your eyes."

Xu Qingcheng moved her face slightly under his palm, indicating that she had closed it.

He then let go.

Liu Yang had someone bring over a first-aid kit, and Fu Jingting casually wrapped a piece of gauze around the back of his hand.

"Qingcheng, are you feeling unwell anywhere? Let's take you to the hospital first." Liu Yang knew that Xu Qingcheng was pregnant and was extremely anxious. If something happened to her precious baby, it would be a real problem.

Xu Qingcheng originally wanted to fake the pain and go directly to the hospital, but she didn't expect Fu Jingting to arrive so timely. Going to the hospital would have made her die even faster.

"I'm fine." Xu Qingcheng tried to stand up, pulling at the hem of her skirt with both hands. Fu Jingting had already bandaged her hands, turned around, and picked her up in his arms. "Whether you're alright or not, the doctor will decide."

She was still wearing her wedding dress, her eyes glistening with tears, and her beauty was breathtaking.

Fu Jingting couldn't tell how much of her act was genuine and how much was real. This woman could exaggerate even the slightest pain when she was being dramatic, but she could also fall down the stairs without hesitation and break her collarbone.

So even knowing she wasn't pregnant, he couldn't help but worry, and he couldn't quite appreciate her beauty.

His icy gaze swept over Ye Wenhan. "Miss Ye, you'd better hope my wife is alright."