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

"You're pregnant?" Fu Jingting felt like his tongue was about to tie itself in knots. He suppressed his sobs, the overwhelming excitement leaving him momentarily at a loss. "Is it this that's causing this?"

His voice was hoarse, filled with surprise and joy.

Xu Qingcheng still remembered his particularly forceful words: "Give me a child, and I'll pretend none of this ever happened."

She knew he wanted children, but what Xu Qingcheng couldn't understand was that since he and Tang Kejia were in love, having as many children as they wanted wouldn't be a problem, so why make her feel so embarrassed?

Even the joy in his voice deeply stimulated her nerves, making Xu Qingcheng feel pain even when she was breathing. "I have already scheduled an abortion. I will not keep this child."

She coldly uttered those words, watching the joy vanish from his face, replaced by an instant chill. "What did you say? Say it again."

The man's voice was like a rumbling thunderclap, suppressed to its limit, and his eyes seemed to burn with anger.

A surge of pleasure rose within him, a mixture of pain and ecstasy, as if he could finally lose control of his emotions and experience his unspeakable pain. This was something he couldn't control; unless he imprisoned her, she could have an abortion at any time as long as she was free to move around.

She will not, and will not allow, this being, devoid of any parental affection, to come into this world.

Everything she wanted, no matter how hard she tried, couldn't compare to the traps others dug for her behind her back. No matter how sincere she was, it couldn't compare to the woman in his heart. The loss of control and helplessness were like swords and knives, cutting deeply into her heart. She had experienced that sense of despair far too many times.

"I won't allow it."

"Fu Jingting, you can't lock me up, you can't stop me." Xu Qingcheng's eyes were red, and she gritted her teeth as she said each word clearly, "I will absolutely not have your child."

Fu Jingting stared at her, his chest churning as if it were filled with knives and fire, a torrent of emotions threatening to tear his chest apart. With her resolute tone and gaze, Fu Jingting knew she wasn't just saying it; she was serious.

His chest throbbed with pain, and he couldn't find many excuses for himself. He wasn't at the scene when Fu Pingxiu had the accident. When his family called him and he rushed to the hospital, Zhong Wanxiu was on the verge of collapse. At one point, the doctor even issued a critical condition notice, pulling her back from the brink of death. Fu Pinghui was afraid that something might happen to Zhong Wanxiu, so he stayed with her. Therefore, he was the one who handled all the investigation procedures for his older brother's accident.

The horrific scene of the high-speed truck colliding with the car, captured in police surveillance video and photos, was horrific, leaving lives hanging by a thread.

Fu Pingxiu undoubtedly escaped with his life after that accident.

The truck driver died at the scene after violating traffic regulations by speeding.

The accident was classified as unintentional, but the truck driver had a huge sum of money in his account. After the driver died, his family moved away and were never heard from again.

From an official perspective, it might be an accident. There are too many suspicious points. Put them together, and they know best whether it was an accident or not.

This scheme began when Fu Jingting entered the Fu family and continues to this day. He can make his own compromises and concessions, but he cannot impose them on Fu Pinxiu.

Unable to stand on his own two legs, the man who once stood at the top and was looked up to by others can only sit in a wheelchair. Countless days and nights have been spent in self-torture, both physically and mentally. They have finally come to this point, finally come to this point.

Fu Jingting's eyes were also a little red. He reached out to touch her face, but she turned her head away.

The man decisively pulled her into his arms, locking her in. His burning chest felt like it was being scraped by a knife. Xu Qingcheng's resolute decision towards Ye Tinghong had made Fu Jingting realize with great alarm that this woman, who could be as soft as water, could be the sharpest knife when she wanted to be, swift and clean.

He dragged her into marriage, hoping she would get pregnant and have his child. He was terrified that one day she would abandon him without a second thought. He wanted an unbreakable bond between them, one that would never be severed, so that even on her journey to the underworld, she would still call him "husband."

"Qingcheng." Fu Jingting's voice was hoarse, his vocal cords aching from the strain. "This is our child. They might look like you, or they might look like me. They'll cry and laugh, they'll call out 'Dad' and 'Mom,' they'll be so soft, tiny, and adorable. Are you really willing to part with them?"

"Fu Jingting, shut up, shut up!" Xu Qingcheng roared, pushing him forcefully, not wanting to hear him speak.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. His words had touched a nerve in her heart, a place she least wanted to be touched upon. She tried her best not to think about it, just to remember that she was still young, just an embryo, nothing more than an embryo. She wouldn't feel guilty.

The man held her tightly, not letting her break free or run away. He wouldn't let go no matter how much she hit or made a fuss. He even shamelessly kissed her and kissed her tears, and didn't care when he was slapped.

Tang Jinchao kept asking the chef about the recipe and the process, and wouldn't let the waiter continue serving the dishes.

Mr. Qu could tell that this was to make room for the couple, not because they really wanted to know how to cook the dishes.

They led Tang Jinchao to a small tea room in the inner quarters. The two sat and drank tea for a while, smoked a cigarette, and when they felt it was about time, they said it was time to go.

As soon as the door opened, there was a loud bang.

Tang Jinchao's cheek twitched; Xu Qingcheng had hit him pretty hard.

Then Fu Jingting shamelessly said, "Go easy on me. It's okay if you hit me, just don't hurt your hand."

Tang Jinchao closed the door again. Fu Jingting is truly shameless.

"Fu Jingting, do you have no shame? Do you have any self-respect?" Xu Qingcheng was furious, so furious she couldn't even find the right words to curse. From the moment they arrived, he had been acting unreasonably, and not only that, he was clinging to her and refusing to let go. What would it look like if someone came in and saw this?!

As the highest and most central leader of Shengshi, and with Shengshi in such a turbulent time, Xu Qingcheng was unwilling and unable to let her employees see her irrational side, but she just couldn't push him away no matter what.

What's the use of having a sense of shame? Would having a sense of shame prevent her from aborting the child?

"I have no shame or dignity. I'll do anything for you and the baby in your belly."

"Get out!" Xu Qingcheng gritted her teeth in anger, her heart aching. "Do you think I'm any better? Do you think I'm any better in my current state?"

Fu Jingting looked at her. Her complexion was bad; she looked pale and weak, which was really worrying. He lowered his brows and looked at her. "Qingcheng, come home with me. Leave the child behind, and I'll agree to anything you want."

"You'll agree to anything?" Xu Qingcheng suddenly sneered. "I don't want you to return Shengshi to me intact, and I don't need to go home with you. I can keep the child; you just need a divorce."