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

Do you need to be taken to the hospital?

The woman squatting in front of her had a fairly pretty oval face, with clear and bright eyes. She wasn't a delicate or seductive woman, but rather someone with a superior temperament.

A shirt and black straight-leg trousers, a smart outfit that hugged her figure, and the way she squatted down tightened her clothes, highlighting her shapely figure.

In just a second, Xu Qingcheng's expression completely changed. "No need."

She used her hands to push herself up from the ground, her palms forming an arc, which Xu Qingcheng then grabbed.

Looking down, I saw a teardrop-shaped pendant in my palm, with a photograph embedded inside.

It was only a fleeting glance before the woman took it, saying, "This is my pendant."

Even a single glance is enough to make out the contents of the photo.

A photo of the two of them, her husband and the woman in front of him.

Xu Qingcheng watched coldly as Tang Kejia put the pendant into her bag.

Perhaps it was because Xu Qingcheng's gaze was too sharp, but Tang Kejia couldn't help but frown.

After tidying up the scattered items, Tang Kejia glanced at her and said, "Excuse me, my boyfriend is waiting for me downstairs. If you're not busy, I'll go over there first."

Xu Qingcheng suddenly burst into laughter, grabbing the railing beside her and laughing so hard she almost bent over.

"Miss Tang Kejia."

Xu Qingcheng called her name with a smile, her voice rising at the end, and that smile hung in the air, like a hook scraping against Tang Kejia's face.

"Why pretend you don't know me? You were there when Fu Jingting and I took our wedding photos. Although I might not recognize you, you should recognize me," Xu Qingcheng tilted her head, her eyes crinkling into a smile, revealing a captivating allure. "I saw you, standing by the roadside, watching us kiss."

Xu Qingcheng laughed, pressing her hand to her face, "I'm really embarrassed."

Tang Kejia's expression instantly turned sour. Her brows furrowed, and she seemed surprised that Xu Qingcheng would be so direct in exposing her.

"That's hilarious." Xu Qingcheng laughed, but her voice suddenly turned icy cold. "Why did Miss Tang have to use such a clumsy method to invite me here?"

Tang Kejia straightened her back. "I don't understand what you're saying."

"You don't understand, but I do."

Xu Qingcheng leaned lazily against the railing, tilting her head to look her up and down, and said sarcastically, "In terms of looks, you can't compare to me; in terms of measurements, you can't compare to me; in terms of leg length, you still can't compare to me. Men are visual creatures; do you really think a man who's used to eating delicacies would be willing to settle for dry, salty vegetables?"

"you!"

Tang Kejia was rendered speechless by her words, her face flushing red and then pale. She desperately suppressed her emotions, "Miss Xu is confident enough, but a woman isn't just about looks and figure. What's the use of big breasts and no brains?"

"If it were useless, why would Fu Jingting have married me?" Xu Qingcheng's lips curved into a smile. "It seems the Tang family's upbringing is very well-preserved; it looks like your mother passed on all her experience as a mistress to you."

"Is Miss Tang preparing to surpass her teacher?!"

Xu Qingcheng clapped her hands.

Even though the two weren't speaking loudly, the tense atmosphere still attracted the attention of those around them. Tang Kejia pursed her lips and suddenly turned and left.

Even after getting into the car, her complexion hadn't improved. Just as Wei Xiao was about to ask what was wrong, Tang Kejia threw her handbag onto the back of the car seat with a thud, scattering its contents everywhere.

The woman's face was contorted in a terrifying grimace as she growled, "Xu Qingcheng!"

Wei Xiao swallowed back the question that was about to come out.

Xu Qingcheng's forced composure and fierce demeanor vanished after Tang Kejia left. She slid down the railing and sat on the ground, her ankle swollen like a bun, so painful that she couldn't stand up.

She sat awkwardly in the hotel corridor, leaning against the glass partition behind her as she called Song Chang.

When Song Chang arrived, Xu Qingcheng was sitting there with her legs bent and her face pressed against her knees.

From the moment she got from the hotel to the car, Xu Qingcheng was drenched in a cold sweat from the pain. Song Chang looked at her ankle and asked, "What happened to you? How did you get like this?"

Xu Qingcheng remained silent.

Her throat felt like it was glued shut, or perhaps all her language abilities had just been unleashed when she was facing Tang Kejia.

Having used up his last bullet, he can no longer even utter a sound of pain.

Song Chang glanced at her and noticed that her mood was very strange, so he didn't say anything more and drove to the hospital.

They set the bones and bandaged it.

Even though he was so afraid of pain, he endured it until his eyes were red, without uttering a single sound.

I asked the doctor about the precautions and picked up the medicine.

Song Chang helped the person out of the hospital and into the car. She asked, "Where are we taking you?"

Xu Qingcheng was momentarily lost. She leaned back in her seat, not knowing where to go for a moment.

The phone rang; it was Yu Sheng calling. Xu Qingcheng answered it anyway, opening her mouth with difficulty, "Feed."

"Mr. Xu, we've received news from the hospital that he/she has passed away."

A villager surnamed Wang died despite all efforts to save him. He was 62 years old.

He died from a brain hemorrhage caused by the impact.

Xu Qingcheng closed her eyes briefly. "I understand. Have the project draft report submitted to the higher-ups truthfully."

Yu Sheng paused for a moment, then said, "Mr. Xu, the phone number you gave me is no longer in use, so it's not easy to find."

"Okay." Xu Qingcheng hummed in agreement. "You don't need to worry about that. Have a lawyer investigate the shareholder composition of Qide Company. Do everything you can to find out the most accurate shareholder information. Also, have someone contact Fu Hongxin and sound him out. Tell the finance department to suspend all large-scale accounting expenditures this week."

Xu Qingcheng's voice was hoarse; she felt as if her throat was being torn apart and bleeding with every word she spoke, but she explained things in an orderly manner.

My body felt like it was about to give out, but my mind was wide awake and working at high speed without stopping.

Xu Qingcheng had just hung up the phone when it rang again. She glanced at it but didn't answer.

Let the cell phone ringtones rage on.

Song Chang started the car and glanced at Fu Jingting's number.

Hang up after the phone stops ringing.

Then it rang again. Song Chang took her phone and answered it. "Feed."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "Where's Qingcheng?"

"She's with me; I'll borrow her for the night."

"Let her answer the phone."

Xu Qingcheng turned her head to one side, clearly indicating that she didn't want to answer the phone.

"She went to wash up, I'm waiting for her to come out." Song Chang could tell a lot of lies, but unfortunately, the phone navigation was particularly unhelpful at this moment, reminding him that the speed limit ahead was 60, and he was already speeding.

Song Chang: Damn.

"Something happened at the Shengshi project today, and she's in a bad mood. I'll let her stay here for the night first," Song Chang said and hung up the phone decisively.

Xu Qingcheng turned her face to the side, her eyes fixed on the scenery outside the car window. Everything rushed past her, rapidly receding into the distance. After staring at it for a while, she felt dizzy and the world seemed to spin around her. Suddenly, Xu Qingcheng felt nauseous and began to dry heave.