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

The South Gate project progressed so quickly from its inception to its approval that Xu Qingcheng was caught off guard, and its success was beyond her expectations.

Xu Qingcheng knew that Ye Chengnian had also invested a great deal of effort in this, trying to snatch food from Shengshi's mouth.

However, her successful launch meant that all of the Ye family's investment in it had gone down the drain.

The moment Tang Jinzhao and Xu Qingcheng signed the tripartite agreement with the construction company, Xu Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, as if she could finally surface and catch her breath.

"Shengshi has invested a lot in this project upfront. We've simulated it countless times and discussed it countless times. The project's progress will definitely be rapid. Don't worry, I won't let you lose money on this investment. I've communicated with our project team, and we've included some leeway in the current planned delivery date. If everything goes smoothly, our project schedule can be at least six months ahead of schedule, and conservatively estimated at four months, which will effectively improve our capital turnover rate." Xu Qingcheng smiled radiantly, her expression both confident and resolute. She reached out and shook his hand. "President Tang, it's a pleasure to cooperate with you."

Tang Jinchao calmly shook hands with her, and clicked his tongue lightly as he looked at the smile in her eyes.

Compared to her high spirits, Fu Jingting's situation was rather bleak. He had officially separated from the Fu family and completely lost the halo that the Fu family had given him.

However, without Fu Jingting's intervention, Xu Qingcheng knew very well that it wouldn't have been so easy.

She took a break from work and called him, "The project was signed today, and we've booked a hotel for dinner tonight. Mr. Fu, do you have time to join me?"

"What am I supposed to do when your project is signed?" Fu Jingting said with a smile, closing several related industry plans that were spread out on his computer while answering the phone.

It involves the Fu family, the Tang family, and then the Ye and Xu families.

"You're my strategist." Xu Qingcheng's eyes softened. "We're going to drink tonight, are you leaving me to socialize with so many men all by myself?"

Her voice was low, soft, and sweet.

Fu Jingting felt his scalp tighten. He couldn't bear to refuse, so he agreed, "Okay."

"We'll meet at the Imperial City Club tonight."

Xu Qingcheng wore a light blue sequined evening gown that perfectly accentuated her figure. The dress, both gentle and subtly sophisticated, combined ladylike charm with an elegant and alluring vibe. Her wavy hair and long earrings complemented each other beautifully.

She chose a tie for him that intertwined light and dark blue, subtly matching her outfit.

She stood beside him, as beautiful as a blue mermaid, and he was her destiny.

Xu Qingcheng tied his tie with practiced ease. Fu Jingting stared at her, then suddenly raised an eyebrow. "That time you tied my tie, you took it apart and tied it again and again. What were you thinking back then?"

She slightly raised an eyebrow, her gleaming eyes meeting his. "Mr. Fu, are you going to bring up old grievances?"

Fu Jingting's heart skipped a beat. He wrapped his arms around her waist. "I won't bring it up. What's the point of bringing up old grievances? I'd rather bring up you."

As she spoke, she flipped the other person over and pressed them against the mirror in front of her. Xu Qingcheng exclaimed in surprise, her hands braced against the mirror, "No, don't! Don't tear the clothes! And we're running out of time!"

He unzipped the back of her dress with his fingers, carefully pulling it off and tearing off the nipple covers along with it. The light overhead was bright, and the woman in the mirror was wearing flesh-colored lace stockings. He reached out and stroked her back, and Xu Qingcheng trembled so much that she could barely stand.

He kissed her little by little, kissing every inch of her skin, asking her if there was anything she was hiding that he didn't know.

She offered no resistance to him; her body was already ripe, swaying on the branch waiting to be picked. If you peeled it open and took a bite, it would be overflowing with juice. She closed her eyes slightly, not daring to look at the decadent woman in the mirror.

Unlike her, yet she is.

Her face flushed red, the color spreading throughout her body. Her soft, melodious moan was like the most moving music from a vinyl record, "No, please! Where can I hide anything? There's nothing..."

Her sweet, delicate voice pierced through my heart, filling it completely.

……

The two arrived late.

After getting out of the car, the woman gave him a coquettish glare before taking his arm and leading him inside.

Tang Jinchao had arrived long ago to greet her. The two of them fell silent abruptly upon entering the room, seemingly both quite wary of his arrival.

Xu Qingcheng should have been seated in the main seat at this banquet, but before she could sit down, Fu Jingting pulled her back. He looked at Tang Jinchao and said, "She can't drink alcohol."

"Then you drink." Tang Jinchao is a VIP today; he must be crazy to try and steal the host's job.

Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow. "I can't drink either."

Tang Jinchao's forehead twitched. "You're kidding me."

"I have a mission. For the next generation of our country." He said it righteously and without blinking.

Xu Qingcheng's face suddenly turned red.

Tang Jinchao pushed himself up from the table and sat down in the main seat. "You're amazing."

They said they wouldn't drink, but the situation was too special. The success or failure of the Shengshi project meant whether they could truly create new glories. The project's launch represented hope.

Xu Qingcheng still drank some red wine.

She didn't drink much, but her steps were a little unsteady. They say that it's not the wine that makes people drunk, but the person themselves. That's true.

Fu Jingting wrapped his arm around her waist and led her out, his face and tone unpleasant, "I told you not to drink, but you insisted on drinking, and now you can't even walk."

"Because you're here." She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest, feeling completely at ease, her eyes sparkling with laughter. "I used to be too scared to do that. I would have to go to the bathroom to gag myself and throw up after drinking just a little bit. It was so uncomfortable."

She dared to be so unrestrained because he was there.

"I didn't really expect you to help me. Like you said before, Shengshi is a bottomless pit. If you really want to help, it will take a very long time... I'll accept it if you don't help me. I just wanted someone to lean on, just a little bit." Xu Qingcheng smiled with her eyes narrowed. "But I didn't expect you to help me like this."

The scent of red wine lingered on her breath as she warmly sprayed it onto the skin of his neck. "Fu Jingting, I'm really, really happy."

He used a bit of force to hold her arm, pulling her into his embrace. The man's gaze was deep. He reached out and touched her eyes, his fingers glistening with moisture. His heart pounded heavier and heavier, but in the end, he only said one sentence: "As long as you're happy."

"I'm happy." She nodded emphatically, swaying in his arms, but then reached out and slapped his face with both hands, pouting, clearly unhappy, "Don't sway me, it's making me dizzy."

He was really quite drunk.

Fu Jingting's brow twitched. He put one arm around her and said, "Let's go home."

"OK."

She answered crisply.

Before getting into the car, she suddenly grabbed his arm. "They said you've been expelled from the Fu family. Are you sad?"

Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask that?"

Xu Qingcheng stepped forward and placed her hand on his heart. "Does it hurt here? Does it hurt?"

Her heart skipped a beat because of the worry in her movements and voice. The man reached out and took her hand. "I'm fine."

"I don't want you to be in pain." She wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes, which were especially beautiful in the moonlight, filled with tenderness. "I will try my best. Shengshi will be better, Qingyao will be better, and you will be better too. If you can't hold on, I can still be your support."

Her voice was soft and gentle when she was drunk, yet extremely firm.

I don't know if she could say such things when she's sober, but while her words are gentle, they also feel like a sharp blade cutting into my heart, making even my breathing seem to carry the shadow of pain.

Fu Jingting hugged her tightly, and once he did, he didn't want to let go, nor would he let go.

Xu Qingcheng knew she was drunk, but not a single word she said was a lie.

It's genuine, the kind of genuine that comes from the heart.

Xu Qingcheng held out her bright red heart, which could beat again, to him.

She didn't care whether he accepted it or not; she just wanted to treat him the way he treated her.

As night fell, the van stopped, and the club's hostess opened the door. The woman's slender legs and skirt, clad in delicate high heels, came into view first, and then she stepped out of the car.

She stood ramrod straight, her fitted dress accentuating her graceful figure.

She coldly stared at the couple not far ahead.

The female assistant took the suitcase down, followed her gaze, paused slightly, and asked, "Is this Mr. Fu Er? Ms. Tang, would you like to say hello?"