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

My period came on strong.

Fu Jingting noticed her expression was off and asked her what was wrong.

Xu Qingcheng has already told the truth.

The man got up and poured her some hot water. He watched as she drank it down little by little, and the paleness on her face faded a bit, making her look better.

He suddenly said, "Let's get a physical exam when we have some free time."

Xu Qingcheng: "I have a physical exam every year, why?"

Fu Jingting stared at her. "We didn't use contraception before." There was no reason for him to be so persistent.

"..."

Xu Qingcheng's face suddenly turned red, and she muttered, "That doesn't mean there's something wrong with my body."

"So, I haven't tried hard enough?"

Xu Qingcheng pulled her hand away and threw the pillow at his face.

Exhausted, she lay down on the bed. She had seen the news during the day, with the media chasing after her with their cameras. Song Chang immediately forwarded the video to her. The scene of Ye Wenhan being handcuffed and taken to the car kept echoing in Xu Qingcheng's mind, along with Qingyao's voice breaking down.

"Sister, it wasn't me. It was Ye Wenhan. They framed me."

Suddenly, I couldn't hold back my tears.

Xu Qingcheng pressed her face down on the bed. Fu Jingting glanced over, then reached out and tapped her head, "I'll suffocate you!"

Seeing that she didn't react, he assumed she had a stomachache and pressed his hand on her stomach, "to warm it up for you."

Xu Qingcheng suddenly stood up and hugged him. Her eyes were moist as if she had tears in them. She kissed him in a daze, her tongue sweeping across his lips and trying to penetrate them. Fu Jingting's scalp tingled. He reached out to pull her away, but the woman's arms were tight, her soft body clamped in his arms, her soft lips pressing against his. It was rare for her to be so proactive. Fu Jingting was flattered and wanted to sweep her back like a whirlwind.

but--

Fuck!

Isn't she on her period?!

The man's forehead was taut, but he couldn't resist responding to her, fiercely kissing her lips, and tearing her shirt in anger.

Xu Qingcheng's eyes were filled with tears. She gently bit her lip and hummed softly. She reached out and hugged his head, her body as soft as cotton.

"Fu Jingting, Jingting—"

She called him softly, again and again, calling him "husband," her fingers tugging at his hair.

He was all I could think about, and suddenly I felt so good being held by him, kissed by him, and pampered by him.

Tears welled up in her eyes. No matter how strong she was, she was still a woman, only twenty-five years old. She was still clueless about business, yet she had to grit her teeth and keep a company afloat.

The burdens of life, both inside and outside the home, had bent her spine. She never hoped that one day someone would stand by her side, consider her needs, and help her with things that would be very difficult for her to do alone.

She plunged headlong into his world, her mind full of wicked thoughts, yet he still held her so intimately in his arms.

I suddenly felt so happy.

His eyes were filled with stars, and within those stars, he was the only one.

She called him "husband," her voice as soft as water and as alluring as fire, burning him with desire.

Fu Jingting looked up from her rolling mountains with resentment, his dark eyes burning with a blue flame, like a wolf in the wild. He strained his arm against her side until the veins bulged, and pressed his palm against her neck, making a pinching motion. Her slender neck was held in the man's palm, as if it could be twisted off with a little force.

His heart pounded wildly at her movement. Xu Qingcheng raised her chin, her eyes blazing like fire, scorching his reason and muscles inch by inch. The blood in his veins hissed and steamed through his skin. He asked her in a hoarse voice, "Who are you calling 'husband'?"

"You."

She reached out to touch his neck, but the man lifted himself up to avoid her. His hands moved up her neck, his fingers digging into her jawbone, and he commanded, "Say it again."

"Husband—mmm—"

Her lips were suddenly captured by his, and in the midst of a passionate kiss, Fu Jingting cursed, "You little vixen, trying to seduce me at a time like this, are you fucking playing me?"

Her eyes were full of smiles, her arms were wrapped around his neck and her hands were covered in his sweaty, slippery substance. She kissed his lips and slid her hands down his shoulders and back.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his veins seemed to bulge out of his skin, and the hot blood in his veins pounded so loudly that it looked like it would burst at any moment.

……

Fu Jingting went to take a cold shower, and when he came out, he saw her round, dark grape-like eyes staring at him and rolling around. He then wanted to go back and take another shower.

He crawled into bed, reached out and pulled her into his arms, covered her eyes with his hand, and said fiercely, "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Xu Qingcheng couldn't help but smile. His voice was rough, but his actions were so gentle. He placed his other palm on her lower abdomen to warm her up.

She rolled over in his arms, pressed herself against him, and wrapped her arms around him.

I never thought I could fall in love with another man, I never thought a man would treat me so well, but I met him, and I'm really happy.

She pressed her face against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart, and asked him in a very low voice, "If possible, like me a little more."

It's not just about liking my body; please like me a little bit more in your heart.

I will try very, very hard to like you.

The arm holding her stiffened abruptly, then tightened its grip.

……

The financial business of the Fu Group has been successfully spun off, but the Fu Group has not released any appointment documents regarding Fu Jingting.

Everyone then realized that Fu Jingting was not marginalized by the Fu family, but had completely broken away from the Fu Group.

This served as a weathervane, and everyone knew that an internal power struggle within the Fu Group was likely inevitable. After stabilizing following a decline, the Fu Group's stock experienced another rapid plunge, hitting the daily limit down for several consecutive days.

Fu Minghui's face was very grim. The board meeting was dull and oppressive, as if he had never expected that Fu Jingting would have such a big impact on the Fu family.

He seemed to have completely forgotten how much profit growth Fu Jingting had contributed during the years he had been with the Fu Group.

Market trends have always followed profit indicators.

Fu Pingxiu stared calmly at Fu Minghui, his pen suddenly tapping on the table. "The commercial project that Fu's Group invested in with the Ye family in Jincheng has been losing money. I have doubts about the Ye family's management ability. If this place turns a profit, the semi-annual report will be impressive, and it will be no problem to boost the stock price."

This project was mainly invested in by Fu Minghui and was listed as a major project of the Fu Group within three years. No one dared to raise any objections. Fu Pinxiu pointed it out so directly, and the entire conference room was instantly shrouded in a dark cloud.

"What do you mean?" Fu Minghui looked up at Fu Pingxiu, his gaze icy and sharp as he cut into the man's face.

"The surface meaning," Fu Pingxiu said bluntly, "Anyone with eyes can see that this project will make money, but we've been losing money for three years. I think it would be best if the Tang family took over this business."

"The Tang family?"

Fu Minghui suddenly sneered, "Is this your purpose in arranging this marriage with the Tang family?"

"It doesn't matter who I marry. What matters is that the Tang family taking over will bring us profits, since Jincheng is also their territory." Fu Pingxiu was very indifferent, so indifferent that it seemed he was just making a suggestion, and he didn't care at all whether he accepted the suggestion or not.

The scene became so quiet that no one dared to breathe, and Fu Minghui ultimately rejected the proposal.

Fu Pingxiu's expression did not change. He pushed his wheelchair, and Zhou Qian went over and pushed him out of the conference room.

"What's the situation with Jingting?" The two entered the elevator. Fu Pingxiu interlaced his fingers, his slightly pale fingers exuding an elegant yet indescribable sharpness.

"The Shengshi South Gate project has been approved, and the funds have already been deposited into Shengshi's account," Zhou Qian said in a deep voice. "The second young master's idea is to use Shengshi to weaken one of the Ye family's arms. You'll have an easier time handling this."

Fu Pingxiu hummed in agreement. The elevator doors opened, and Zhou Qian pushed him out. Only then did the man speak again, "Tell him to hurry. Tang Kejia will be coming next week."