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

Every single one of her conditions crossed his bottom line.

Fu Jingting gritted his teeth so hard they almost broke. "Divorce is impossible. Since you're going to have a child, then give him a complete family."

"But I don't want to be with you." Xu Qingcheng looked calmly and steadily into his eyes. "Fu Jingting, I will only have children with the person I love, and you are not. Since we are using each other, why should we continue to be involved? Now that the fig leaf has been torn off, let's stop pretending. You don't love me, and I don't love you, so why should we entangle ourselves?"

In one sentence, all his efforts to reach out to her were shattered, and his heart felt as if a pair of scissors had been inserted and twisted violently.

My blood had turned completely cold.

Fu Jingting's teeth were practically chattering as he clenched them. "Say it again."

His face was dark and cold, like the dark sky during a thunderstorm, making Xu Qingcheng's heart go numb. But she still gritted her teeth and said, "I'll say it again, I don't love you, and I don't want to have your child."

Fu Jingting felt like strangling her.

The two were like two hedgehogs; when they got close, their quills pricked each other, leaving them wounded and forced to take a step back.

But I'm not willing to give up like this. I'm not willing to let each other go like this. We collided and ended up hurting all over.

She said she didn't love him at all, so decisively.

He still remembered clearly how charming and innocent she looked when she was drunk. Fu Jingting couldn't help but sneer. It turned out that what men said when they were drunk was unreliable, and the same was true for women.

A throbbing pain in his temples and the bulging veins in his arms from exertion weighed heavily on Fu Jingting, a sense of defeat overwhelming him.

"Tonight, I want to see you at Jingshan No. 1. Take good care of yourself and give birth to the baby." He firmly cupped her face in his hand. "Qingcheng, don't force me to use drastic measures. You don't want your family to worry about you, nor do you want them to be heartbroken because of you."

Xu Qingcheng's lips trembled. "Are you threatening me?"

Fu Jingting straightened up. He didn't say anything more, but affectionately pinched her cheek with his fingers. "Be good."

Such intimate gestures and sounds, however, were like thorns binding her tightly all at once.

Fu Jingting left Shengshi with a somber expression.

Tang Jinchao glanced at him, but wisely remained silent.

It's obvious that this wasn't resolved.

He wiped his brow with his finger and said casually, "In the past week or so, Shengshi's accounts have only seen inflows and almost no outflows." It's not that there were no outflows, but the amount outflowed was so small that it could be ignored.

Fu Jingting frowned, turned to look at Tang Jinchao, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"The literal meaning." Tang Jinchao tapped the steering wheel, turning his head to look at Fu Jingting. "Xu Qingcheng's approach is that she's prepared to fight you to the death. It's not too late to back down now."

They will not suffer any loss if they withdraw their funds, but if they miss the opportunity, the losses will be huge. The management of private equity funds is becoming increasingly strict, and the biggest fear is that someone with ulterior motives will try to manipulate the situation.

It's possible that Fu Minghui's side wasn't keeping an eye on this place.

The man leaned back in his seat, the afternoon sun streaming in and casting a dappled light on his face. Fu Jingting reached out and rolled down the car window to let in some fresh air. "Wait a little longer."

He had already given the necessary reminders, so Tang Jinchao didn't say anything more.

The warmth of the man's palm still lingered on her face as he left. Xu Qingcheng crossed her arms, her nose suddenly stinging, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She clenched her fingers tightly.

She said "I don't love you" so resolutely, calmly and firmly, that Xu Qingcheng didn't know whether she was saying it to him or to herself.

She can let go, she really can. She's very familiar with healing, isn't she?

He rubbed his face vigorously with his fingers.

She returned to her office, and Yu Sheng handed her a package. "Mr. Xu, your package."

"Who sent it?" Xu Qingcheng asked casually.

"I don't know, the delivery slip is blurry."

Xu Qingcheng took the package and opened it casually; inside was a stack of documents.

She picked it up and glanced at it casually, her face instantly turning deathly pale. She pursed her lips. "Yu Sheng, you can go out now. I'll call you if I need anything. Also, please close the door behind you."

Yu Sheng withdrew.

The room was eerily quiet for a moment. Xu Qingcheng looked through the materials, and her heart pounded faster and faster as she read.

These are some old accounts from the prosperous era, materials from when Xu Shengchang was in power.

From its inception to maturity, the group company has come a long way, and one cannot expect it to be entirely clean.

The phone next to her suddenly rang, startling Xu Qingcheng. The phone screen displayed Fu Hongxin's name.

Previously, Xu Qingcheng had asked Fu Hongxin for his number because of a problem at the construction site. There was no doubt that he was behind this. The internal struggle of the Fu family had involved Shengshi, and Xu Qingcheng was essentially trying to survive in the cracks.

Fu Hongxin had sent her a letter and arranged a face-to-face meeting, which was tantamount to sending a signal of cooperation and negotiation.

However, Xu Qingcheng never contacted him directly. After their encounter during the Spring Festival, she knew Fu Hongxin's true nature. In the Fu family, he could do such a flirtatious thing in front of Fu Jingting, let alone now.

Xu Qingcheng couldn't figure out Fu Hongxin's methods, which is why she went to Ye Tinghong to learn about the Fu family and the Ye family's situation.

At least now she knows in her heart that this person's ultimate goal is not aimed at her, but at Fu Jingting.

The phone rang again after I hung up.

"Feed".

Taking a deep breath, Xu Qingcheng answered the phone.

"You answered the phone pretty quickly, sister-in-law," Fu Hongxin said ironically.

Xu Qingcheng smiled and made up an excuse, "My phone was on silent, I didn't hear it."

"Really? I thought it was the materials I sent you that you were so engrossed in reading." Fu Hongxin smiled, glancing down at the scars on his wrist and clicking his tongue inwardly.

Xu Qingcheng broke out in a cold sweat, her fingers gripping her phone tightly, but her voice was surprisingly calm, "I didn't expect you to be so interested in the prosperous era, to be able to dig up such ancient historical materials."

"That's right, I can find even more. Want to see?" Fu Hongxin laughed arrogantly, "Including Xu Qingyao's matter."

Her fingertips felt cool, and the south-facing window of the office was bright, letting in warm sunlight, yet Xu Qingcheng was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat.

Regardless of whether his words were true or false, it had to be admitted that Fu Hongxin knew how to hit her weak spot. Even knowing that he had poisoned the delicious bait, she couldn't help but take a step further to find out.

Xu Qingcheng pressed her lips tightly together, her gaze sharpening. "What do you want to do?"

"I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to help you out, sister-in-law." He chuckled. "Didn't you send someone to the Golden Domain Charm Club to see me the other day? I'm going there tomorrow anyway, and you're coming too, sister-in-law, how about we meet and chat?"

Xu Qingcheng tightened her grip slightly, her expression cold, but her voice slowed down, "Alright, it's kind of you to spend money like this."