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

There's no time left.

Time flies so fast. The first month of the lunar calendar is already over, and there's less than a month left. It feels like everything is in a rush.

Moreover, the South Gate project has been launched, and Xu Qingcheng is going to personally oversee this project, which is extremely important for Shengshi.

She wants to make a spectacular comeback, so her time will be compressed later on.

Xu Qingcheng hurriedly washed up and put on beautiful makeup. She already had bright and beautiful features, and with just a little makeup, she was eye-catching. Even though she knew that she would have her bridal makeup done at the photo studio, she still carefully drew her features in front of the mirror, as if she wanted to carve out her features stroke by stroke and engrave them into that man's heart.

If you like me because I'm pretty, then I'll be as pretty as I can for you while I still can.

A woman dresses up for the man she loves. This saying is absolutely true.

Xu Qingcheng applied blush, her face glowing with vitality. She tied her hair in a ponytail, wore an artsy skirt and a blouse, and white sneakers. She was already young, and looking at her now, she seemed completely different from the people in the business world. She was beautiful and lively, like a freshly ripened peach.

As she came downstairs, for a fleeting moment, Fu Jingting mistook her for Fu Sichen.

It's not that the two look alike, it's just that feeling.

He squinted at her, staring at her intently. "Why are you dressed like that?"

"What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?" Xu Qingcheng cleared her throat. "I think it's alright."

Okay, she has to admit, she was a bit like she was trying to act young.

It wasn't that she looked bad, but when Fu Jingting looked at her and then at his own shirt and suit, there was an inexplicable disconnect in their ages.

They went to take wedding photos. She looked like an eighteen-year-old girl, while he had the air of a thirty- or forty-year-old veteran cadre steeped in the workplace.

It's not that he's not good-looking. He's not bald, he's not hunchbacked, and he doesn't have a big belly. Even when he's in his forties or fifties, he'll definitely be dashing. But the truth is, even though he's handsome and dashing right now, standing next to her feels a bit off. It feels like he's taking her to school, not taking wedding photos.

Fu Jingting looked us up and down several times, frowning. "You dressed like this, and I dressed like this, do we look like a couple or siblings?"

Xu Qingcheng chuckled, "Well, we'll have to change clothes when we get there, so what's the big deal if we don't know how to wear this for the photoshoot?"

She reached out and grabbed him. "Hurry up. It's too late."

The man grabbed her arm. "It's not about that now. Let's finish breakfast first."

He pressed her down to the dining table, and Xu Qingcheng had no choice but to sit down and eat. She had been drinking last night and didn't really want to eat, so she just ate some millet porridge.

Fu Jingting went back to his bedroom.

When he got off the bus, Xu Qingcheng coughed violently for a while because the rice grains were stuck in her throat. Fu Jingting's face was still dark even after he got into the car.

He changed into black casual pants, swapping his suit for a short black casual jacket, which he casually left open, revealing his long, straight, and striking legs. He was so handsome that even the sunlight seemed to want to kiss him a few more times.

His dark complexion scared away some of the sunlight.

Xu Qingcheng was still laughing when Fu Jingting felt that he had lost all face and dignity. He reached out and picked her up, letting her straddle his lap.

"Why……"

Xu Qingcheng exclaimed, "Oh dear!" She was wearing a skirt and was afraid of exposing herself. The man pressed his hand on her buttocks to smooth down her skirt and prevent her from exposing herself, but his hand just stayed there and wouldn't move.

"What are you doing? Put me down!"

"This young lady is laughing so happily! What's she laughing at?" the man scoffed.

This sense of pride is truly unacceptable.

Seeing him like this, Xu Qingcheng couldn't help but laugh. She pinched his face and teased him, "Laughing at how handsome you are, young and dashing little brother."

Her eyes were filled with a wanton smile, a smile that made Fu Jingting's heart tremble. Unwilling to let her take the upper hand and tease him like this, the man mischievously pinched the ticklish spot on her waist, making her snuggle into his arms.

"I hate it! Don't... I'm ticklish!" she pleaded as she dodged, her charming voice like a blazing fire in the carriage.

She tickled him too, finally forcing him to let go, and she leaned weakly against him, laughing.

Fu Jingting laughed along, a childish yet wicked thought welling up inside him. He raised an eyebrow and asked her, "Does this innocent little sister still remember what she did to her brother in the car last night?"

Xu Qingcheng genuinely couldn't remember what she had done last night, but his eyes were full of wickedness, and his insincere way of calling her "little sister" and "brother" made her face turn red.

"I was drunk, I don't remember."

"It's alright. I'll help you remember." He raised an eyebrow and reached out to unbutton her shirt.

Xu Qingcheng grabbed his hand. "What are you doing?" She looked around shyly, afraid of being seen.

In broad daylight, the view inside the car is visible from the outside.

Fu Jingting was just trying to scare her. Even if he liked to be intimate with her and seek excitement, he needed to be alone to do it.

His fingers slid down the buttons on her chest one by one. "You unbuttoned my shirt and started kissing me all the way down from here. That's not all. You even unbuckled my belt. I couldn't stop you."

Heat radiated from her skin, crackling and burning. Xu Qingcheng stammered, "No, impossible."

"I also think it's impossible." Fu Jingting insisted on being serious, whispering in her ear, "I didn't expect you to be so open when you're drunk, ignoring that the driver was right in front of you..."

He embellished the story, portraying her as a drunken, unruly vixen.

Xu Qingcheng felt like she was being dried out by the heat, so she covered his mouth to stop him from speaking, and buried her face in his neck, whimpering, "You're lying to me, I wouldn't."

She really looked like a young girl in her prime, as delicate as a juicy peach, her shy demeanor touching people's hearts.

He turned her face towards him, saw her flushed cheeks and teary eyes, and couldn't help but kiss her lips, crushing her soft lips between his teeth, listening to her soft moans, which fell like sparks, instantly igniting a fire within him.

Fu Jingting cursed, "Damn it!"

He suddenly hugged her tightly, afraid to kiss her again, lest things escalate too quickly.

The man buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily, his heart pounding. He took a deep breath, his voice hoarse, and said, "You're going to kill me!"

She clearly didn't do anything.

Xu Qingcheng bit her lip lightly, then hugged his head and chuckled secretly.

What to do? She actually feels satisfied to be able to influence him like this.

She liked it when he lost control because of her, even in matters of love.

Fu Jingting suppressed his anger, "You're asking for trouble, aren't you?"

She looked at him with seductive eyes, feigning innocence, "No way. You're overthinking it, little brother."

She left him there, quickly got off him, opened the car door, and got out of the car in one smooth, effortless motion, cheerfully greeting the impatient photographer.

Fu Jingting's forehead throbbed. "..." Damn it!

Xu Qingcheng hadn't expected this man to be so vengeful. She had flirted with him and then run away, but in front of so many people in the studio, he disregarded everything, got out of the car, rushed over to her, and grabbed her ponytail.

Xu Qingcheng gasped, her body staggering backward as he pulled her. The man's hand supported her back, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Xu Qingcheng was utterly shocked. In front of everyone, in front of everyone, he actually...

She shoved him away abruptly, her face flushed red. Ignoring everyone else present, she reached out and slapped him, yelling, "Fu Jingting, you!"

She hit him, but he didn't dodge. He pressed one palm on her head and pushed her shoulder with the other. Xu Qingcheng was like a spinning top being held down by him, spinning under his palm.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled in a particularly smug way, giving off an air of "you can't hit me."

Xu Qingcheng was so angry she laughed. She scolded him, "Are you still a child? Let go!"