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

Her voice had a slight, barely perceptible nasal quality.

No one could remain indifferent in the face of such a situation.

Fu Jingting glanced down at her, but didn't expose her, only answering her question indifferently.

"possible."

He loosened his grip, and Xu Qingcheng quickly stood up straight from his embrace.

A light drizzle began to fall, very light, but Xu Qingcheng didn't pay much attention. She looked up at him, very considerately, "Young Master Fu, is there anything I can do for you?"

Her eyes gleamed in the night. Xu Qingcheng didn't bother to figure out what Fu Jingting's move was. Instead, she was frantically calculating how to bind the two of them into partners with common interests, so that everyone could benefit.

Fu Jingting only glanced at her, but he didn't miss a single one of her secret thoughts.

His brow twitched involuntarily. Suddenly, he pressed his finger hard against her forehead and sneered, "Don't try to take advantage of me. Try messing with me again and see what happens."

Xu Qingcheng tilted her head back at his nod, her posture anything but elegant. She reached out and slapped his hand away, somewhat regretfully, "I understand."

As he spoke, he glanced at her reluctantly.

Fu Jingting looked into her eyes, which were so captivating even in dim light that he almost instinctively reached out and covered them with his hand.

The hospital's rooftop wasn't a place overflowing with flowers or suitable for viewing. It was rather desolate, with a few machine external units sitting there. There were some scattered pieces of remaining construction stone on the ground, and a clothesline that someone had hung up, I don't know.

The man was strong, and Xu Qingcheng tripped on her heel when he slapped her. She instinctively reached out and grabbed his trench coat. The man stumbled as she pulled him, leaning forward and pressing down on her.

Xu Qingcheng closed her eyes, thinking it was all over.

The expected pain didn't come. Instead, someone grabbed her waist and lifted her into the air. Xu Qingcheng almost instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's neck, but in an instant, she landed steadily on the ground, her arms still clinging to him.

The man cursed, "Fuck."

Xu Qingcheng blinked, and he bumped into the side of the railing.

"Are you alright?" she asked, sounding somewhat guilty.

Fu Jingting's face darkened. He released her hand and pushed her away. "The play is over. You can leave now."

Xu Qingcheng subconsciously turned around and saw the mottled iron gate on the rooftop sway slightly, as if someone had run down.

Oh.

The paparazzi are gone.

The play is over.

Several claps of thunder struck, and then the drizzling rain suddenly poured down.

Xu Qingcheng raised her hand to shield her forehead from the rain. The rain had suddenly intensified. She pulled her coat tighter, turned around, and ran towards the door.

A sudden gust of wind arose, and the equipment on the top floor began to crackle and pop.

Xu Qingcheng opened the door, and her hair was already wet from walking such a short distance.

She ducked inside and looked back. The man shifted his body and struggled, as if his clothes had gotten caught. He walked forward leisurely, even raising his arm and swinging it forcefully. In the pouring rain, she wondered what he was trying to look cool about.

The wall-mounted light suddenly turned on, casting a glow on the rainy curtain of the evening, and the focus naturally fell on the man.

Wearing a black trench coat, his hair disheveled by the rain, he turned his face slightly to the side, raised his arm and pressed it to his lips. The red hue washed by the rain in the light was striking.

"Your arm is cut?"

Xu Qingcheng took a few steps forward, rushed to him, and raised her hand to look at his arm.

The man dodged, placed his other hand on her head, spun her around, turned her around, and shoved her into the doorway.

He followed him in, and the door closed behind him naturally.

The rumbling thunder and the pouring rain were shut out, while the distinctive smell of disinfectant, unique to hospitals, filled the air.

Fu Jingting walked down the building, where the lower half was narrow and cramped.

He walked ahead and completely blocked the road.

The man had a broad back, and his black trench coat was soaked by the rain, leaving noticeable wet patches on the back. He casually gathered his hair in front of his forehead with one hand, while the other hung by his side.

Xu Qingcheng followed behind and could see that the sleeve of his trench coat was torn. She hadn't noticed anything protruding near the railing. She quickly took a few steps forward and reached out to grab his arm. When she grabbed it firmly, the man hissed and suddenly turned to the side, his elbow almost hitting her face.

He didn't look well.

His hair was messy and hanging down his forehead, which slightly diluted his cold and unruly aura.

Xu Qingcheng quickly loosened her grip, her palm stained with blood.

She suddenly closed her eyes.

The man had a cut on his arm, the bloodstains hidden by his black clothes, but the wound appeared to be several centimeters long.

Fu Jingting pulled his arm away, clicked his tongue, and grabbed her hand, rubbing it against his body a few times.

"What are you doing?"

Just as Xu Qingcheng was about to open her eyes, the man coldly snapped her back, "Close your eyes."

She didn't open her eyes again, only feeling her palms being wiped clean.

The man released his grip and continued walking down, not forgetting to grumble with a dark expression, "You're unlucky, aren't you?"

It's never a good thing to encounter one.

Xu Qingcheng pursed her lips, glanced at her clean hands, ignored his complaints, grabbed his uninjured hand, and pulled him to the other side without saying a word. "The surgery department is in the building across the street. Let's go see a doctor. I don't owe you anything."

Her fingers were slightly cool, her palm soft, and she pulled his hand forward.

Unaware, Fu Jingting was pulled along by her for a few steps.

Duan Heng was waiting downstairs, but he never expected that Young Master Fu would be led down like this.

Just that kind of...

It's really weird...

The feeling of being led around... on a leash.

Duan Heng's gaze shifted from their clasped hands back to Fu Jingting's face, only to be chilled by the man's icy gaze.

What? What are you talking about? There's absolutely nothing going on.

The man abruptly pulled his hand back and strode away.

Duan Heng nodded to Xu Qingcheng and immediately followed her.

Qingcheng stood still, without moving.

He has people taking care of him, why is she worrying about it?

She was about to turn and leave, but when she saw Aunt Wang, Xu Qingcheng turned her heel slightly.

She ran over and stood in front of Fu Jingting.

The man frowned and looked over.

Xu Qingcheng suddenly reached out and hugged his waist, lifting her face up gently, "Let me know after you've had the check-up, don't make me worry."

Fu Jingting felt a tingling sensation from his tailbone to the top of his head.

What's wrong with this woman?!

The man's forehead twitched. Was she a jar of honey or poison?

Out of the corner of their eye, they noticed an older woman staring directly in their direction.

Fu Jingting was too lazy to care what Xu Qingcheng was up to. He walked away with a stiff face, his arm was stretched open and he was in pain.

Who has time to whine and complain here?

He ripped off his soaking wet trench coat and draped it over Xu Qingcheng's head, saying, "Buy me a new one."

Xu Qingcheng pulled her clothes off, only to see him come back and reach out to take them away.

Her fingers clenched. "Didn't you say I had to pay for it?"

Fu Jingting glanced at her, then suddenly chuckled softly, "Not dizzy anymore?"

"I can choose not to watch it."

He let go, turned around, and left.

Xu Qingcheng turned around, saw Aunt Wang, and paused in surprise. "Aunt Wang, what are you doing here?"

"Miss Xu, your phone is off." Aunt Wang said somewhat hurriedly, "Madam woke up, but then fell asleep again. I was worried something might happen if she woke up again, so I came to find you."