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

Wang Ma downstairs is already making breakfast.

"You weren't here last night? I brought breakfast this morning, thank goodness," Song Chang asked her. "Where did you go?"

Xu Qingcheng gave a brief explanation, but did not mention her pregnancy.

"Okay, you two have a good talk. You can come over here anytime."

As they were talking, Fu Jingting came downstairs after washing up, and Xu Qingcheng hung up the phone.

I don't know if it's because she received IV fluids last night or because she got enough sleep, but she seems to be in much better spirits today.

Fu Jingting observed that her complexion seemed to have improved considerably.

Aunt Wang has already put breakfast on the table.

The two sat down without speaking to each other. Xu Qingcheng looked at the food, which looked and smelled delicious.

She couldn't help but say, "Wang Ma, your cooking skills have improved!"

"My husband sent someone over to teach me. They taught me all day yesterday. From now on, I'll prepare meals for you according to the nutritionist's meal plan." Wang Ma said happily. She might not be good at other things, but she was happy to learn how to cook.

Xu Qingcheng paused, her hand holding the spoon still, and she couldn't help but glance at Fu Jingting.

The man was also looking at her. When he saw her looking over, he raised an eyebrow, as if to say, "Come on, praise me as much as you can."

She scoffed, lowered her eyes, and focused on eating.

He doesn't eat much, but he has to eat something, since IV fluids aren't a long-term solution.

And the doctor said yesterday that if I can get through these two months, things will probably get much better.

Thinking of this, Xu Qingcheng suddenly paused. Why would she want to endure these two months?

Fu Jingting was ladling soup for her when he handed it to her and noticed that she seemed a little dazed, lost in thought. He placed the bowl beside her and was about to remind her that it was a bit hot when he saw Xu Qingcheng move her arm to the side. He grabbed her hand and lifted it up, but the soup inevitably spilled onto the back of his hand.

Xu Qingcheng snapped out of her daze, exclaimed "Ah!", and hurriedly handed him a wet wipe, but Fu Jingting didn't take it. Instead, he moved her to the side to avoid splashing soup from the table onto her.

He frowned at her. "What are you thinking about? You can even space out while eating?"

"Your hand..." Xu Qingcheng pursed her lips and handed him a wet wipe.

Fu Jingting glanced at her, didn't take it, and directly handed his hand to her, which was already red from the heat.

The gesture was self-evident; he was waiting for Xu Qingcheng to wipe it for him.

The soup, which had just been cooked, was indeed piping hot. Xu Qingcheng muttered, "I was daydreaming, were you daydreaming too? How come you couldn't avoid it?"

As she continued talking, Fu Jingting wiped the soup off her face with a wet wipe. He smiled and said, "If I dodged, it would all get on you."

Xu Qingcheng glared at him. What did he mean by that? Was he trying to show how great he was, or did he want her to know his feelings?

Don't even think about it.

Seeing the red burn, she still said, "Rinse it with cold water and apply some medicine."

"Okay, sure."

He responded, but didn't move, only looking at her.

Xu Qingcheng, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're not going to rinse it for me? You're not going to apply medicine for me?" Fu Jingting retorted. "I got injured because of you."

This is a perfect example of someone who takes advantage of others' kindness.

Xu Qingcheng sneered, "You can rinse it off or not, apply it or not, it's not me who's in pain anyway."

Fu Jingting clicked his tongue, then suddenly pulled her into his arms, hugged her tightly, and lowered his head to kiss her. Xu Qingcheng quickly turned her head away, and the man's lips slid down her cheek until they landed on her slender neck. He bit down on it lightly, leaving a row of not-so-clear teeth marks, and then licked it with the tip of his tongue.

Xu Qingcheng's whole body stiffened, and she trembled slightly.

His arms held her captive like a vise, giving her no room to struggle. His lips slid across her delicate skin, lingering with affection yet not daring to push his luck. He was quite frustrated, saying, "It hurts me if you get burned, and it still hurts me if I get burned."

"Let me go."

Xu Qingcheng pushed him irritably, but he wouldn't let go. His arms were locked in hers, and his lips rubbed back and forth on her neck, teasing her. "Help me apply the medicine."

This person is truly shameless, invincible.

Xu Qingcheng's forehead twitched, and she was so angry that she raised her foot and stomped on his instep. The cotton slippers didn't hurt or itch when she stepped on them, but they made her feel very itchy.

Fu Jingting simply picked him up, carried him to the kitchen, and rinsed his hands with cold water.

Xu Qingcheng ignored him and just watched coldly.

But he wouldn't let her leave. He kept her locked in his arms, even if she was just looking at him, she was still in his arms. He would pull his arms around her tightly and could kiss her when he looked down.

He only kissed her briefly, never daring to kiss her on the lips, for fear that she would get angry and leave.

Fu Jingting felt incredibly aggrieved.

Feeling resentful is useless; you still have to carefully accompany them.

It's just a little burn on the hand, what's the big deal? Men have thick skin, so a little redness will be fine in the future.

But having finally found such an opportunity, how could Fu Jingting possibly miss it?

He pulled Xu Qingcheng along, and after washing her hands, he went to get the ointment, insisting that she apply it for him.

Knowing he was being unreasonable, Xu Qingcheng was helpless. Staring at him coldly was useless, and mocking him was also useless. Too lazy to talk to him, she simply took the ointment and applied it to his hand, using a bit more force while still angry.

It was harsh, but it didn't actually hurt that much.

Fu Jingting shamelessly inhaled, "Be gentle, it hurts, be gentle."

"Then don't use me, apply it yourself." Xu Qingcheng said angrily, pushing his hand away. "After you're done applying it, take it away."

Fu Jingting glanced at her, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her head, kissing her bright red lips. He kissed her, then immediately pulled away.

He had a wicked grin on his face.

Enraged, Xu Qingcheng grabbed a magazine from the coffee table and slapped it across his face.

Fu Jingting caught it and watched as she sat down at the dining table, burning with anger, and ate her breakfast with loud smacking sounds, treating it like an enemy.

A slight smile appeared on the man's lips.

Her face was flushed with anger, yet she somehow managed to look somewhat alive.

When I went out, I saw a pair of women's shoes by the door. They were beautiful fashion shoes, with a great combination of design and comfort, and most importantly, they were flat.

Xu Qingcheng stared at the shoes, and her nose started to sting with tears.

She didn't put them on, but went to put on her own shoes. Just as she slipped on one shoe, Fu Jingting came over. He pressed her down to sit on the shoe-changing stool to the side, silently bent down, and took off her high heels, putting on another pair of shoes he had prepared.

The man's hand gripped her foot. Xu Qingcheng made a few symbolic struggles, but when she couldn't break free, she let him have his way.

I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart; it seemed like no one needed to say anything more.

She knew she shouldn't wear high heels while pregnant.

But she also knew that her abortion surgery was scheduled for next week.

She knew why he bought her the shoes.

She was able to refuse firmly and resolutely.

But as he knelt down to put her shoes on, her eyes and nose stung, and she lost her stubbornness.

"Don't waste your energy." Xu Qingcheng looked away and stood up.

The man stood up as well, his eyes darkening. "Then don't let my efforts go to waste."

Xu Qingcheng turned to leave without saying a word, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "I know Fu Hongxin has been contacting you recently. Don't get involved in the Fu family's affairs."

It would have been better if he hadn't said those words, because once he did, Xu Qingcheng's anger flared up. She didn't want to, but Shengshi was caught in the middle today, so how could she not get involved?

Does he want her to give up the prosperous era?

Xu Qingcheng gritted her teeth, "Impossible." She would not give up on Shengshi.

"You don't know Fu Hongxin's background."

"I don't know anything about you either," Xu Qingcheng retorted. "He also made an appointment today—"

The man's phone rang; it was Tang Kejia. Fu Jingting answered, "My father is free tomorrow. I've already booked our tickets; we'll fly to Jincheng this afternoon."

"This afternoon?"

"Yes. Time is tight, mainly because my father has to go on a business trip after tomorrow, and this has dragged on for about a week or two." Tang Kejia paused, then said sincerely, "I didn't think this through at the beginning, and I hope to resolve it as soon as possible."

Fu Jingting was mentally prepared that Tang Kaiji wouldn't so easily give up what he had already taken in, but it was a good thing that he agreed to meet with him so readily.

The shares of Shengshi that Qide acquired in exchange for the Xu family's equity stake have deprived them of their veto power. Fu Jingting has made it clear to his elder brother that he must take back all the shares that Qide has taken.

It's just a matter of diplomacy first, then force.

Therefore, if the problem can be resolved through negotiation, Fu Jingting does not want to resort to forceful means, fearing that it would create a host of future troubles and keep Fu Pinxiu busy.

Tang Kejia hung up the phone happily.

Fu Jingting hung up the phone and looked at Xu Qingcheng. "What did you just say?"

The woman had already turned and left with a cold face, slamming the car door shut as she got into the car.