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

The argument between the few people had already attracted the attention of others.

The nurse came out and said rudely, "Don't make a scene here. If you have any problems, go outside and resolve them."

"He's nobody to me, Fu Jingting. I can walk by myself. Put me down." Xu Qingcheng closed her eyes tightly, her voice icy, as she struggled to get down.

Her legs felt weak, and she swayed as soon as her feet touched the ground. Ye Tinghong quickly helped her up, asking, "Are you alright?"

"fine."

Xu Qingcheng stood up straight, and her voice lowered slightly, revealing a gentler tone.

Fu Jingting watched the two whispering to each other, and Ye Tinghong's hand resting on her arm. A fire ignited within her, burning so intensely that it hurt her very bones.

"Come with me."

He grabbed her arm and yanked her out with all his might. Anger and jealousy blinded him, and Xu Qingcheng stumbled as he pulled her, almost falling to the ground.

She hurriedly grabbed Fu Jingting's arm with both hands, unable to even express her anger.

My head was spinning in waves.

"Fu Jingting!" Ye Tinghong rushed forward and steadied Xu Qingcheng. "What exactly do you want? She just had a miscarriage and is very weak."

"Get out of here!" Fu Jingting spat out two words at Ye Tinghong, each one like a thunderbolt suppressing his rage.

He tried his best to create a future for them. He accepted whatever she did, whether she was angry, hitting him, or scolding him.

But she shouldn't have, she shouldn't have ended the child's life so easily.

The man's eyes were stained with a deep red, and Ye Tinghong was even more afraid to move aside when he saw him like this. He pulled Xu Qingcheng behind him to protect her, adopting a protective stance.

The two glared at each other, neither willing to give an inch.

Xu Qingcheng noticed someone taking pictures with their phone not far away. Among the many phones pointed at them, a black professional lens was quietly aimed at them.

"stop!"

Xu Qingcheng pulled Ye Tinghong away, but Fu Jingting had already raised his fist and was unable to stop it. He suddenly swerved, and his fist grazed her ear and slammed heavily against the wall next to her.

With a thud, Xu Qingcheng could hear the sound of bones dislocating even though she was so close.

Her lips trembled as she stared at Fu Jingting's face.

Time seemed to stand still; the two were so close, yet felt as if they were a thousand miles apart.

Tears seemed to well up in the man's eyes. He gritted his teeth and asked her, "What right do you have to abort my child? Xu Qingcheng, do you even have a heart?"

Does it matter whether she has a heart or not?

"Why say any more? The child is gone." Xu Qingcheng gritted her teeth, refusing to choke back tears. "We don't need a child standing between us."

"Obstacle? How can it be an obstacle? He's your child too!" Fu Jingting grabbed her chin with one hand, and he even wanted to strangle her. How could she be so cruel?

Xu Qingcheng closed her eyes. Facing his breakdown, her seemingly heartless face remained expressionless. "Yes, it is my child, but I will not have a child with you, Fu Jingting. Let go."

"Young Master Fu." Duan Heng rushed over and tried to grab Fu Jingting's arm, but Fu Jingting shook him off.

The man straightened up, withdrew his hand, and curled it at his side, the blood on his knuckles visible. The rage in his eyes was cut into countless fragments, leaving only heartbreak, like a net covering him. He grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her away.

The man's cold, mocking gaze pierced her heart. "I won't let go. I won't give you a chance. Don't even think about eloping with him."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Xu Qingcheng's eyes widened in surprise, but before she could say another word, the man had already dragged her out.

Ye Tinghong was about to step forward when Duan Heng stopped her.

Duan Heng glanced at the cameras that were quickly swallowed up by the crowd and sneered, "Young Master Ye is very skilled at using this media storm tactic."

Ye Tinghong smiled slightly in the light, "Since Qingcheng wants a divorce, I'm just helping her out."

"Help her?" Duan Heng scoffed. "Whether you help her or help yourself, you probably know the answer to that best."

Duan Heng left.

Ye Tinghong stood there, his scheme exposed, yet he showed no sign of panic. Even if you understand some things, you can't stop the wheel of fate.

The sun shines so brightly today, yet it cannot penetrate the darkness in my heart.

If Fu Jingting were to break apart the Tang family, then Ye Tinghong would win, the Ye family would take over Jincheng's territory, and Fu Pinxiu would lose his power within the Fu family.

If Fu Jingting has even the slightest connection with the Tang family, he will lose Xu Qingcheng and Shengshi. Ye Tinghong, on the other hand, will only lose Fu Minghui's cooperation, which may not be crippling, but he can gain Qingcheng, his Qingcheng.

Ye Tinghong knew very well that Fu Jingting would not choose the first path; he would not only lose himself, but also Fu Pinxiu.

This is exactly what Ye Tinghong wants most. The struggles and schemes in the business world are just means, whether they are despicable or sophisticated, but all he cares about is Qingcheng.

Xu Qingcheng was thrown into the van by Fu Jingting. The armrest of the seat was on her lap, and the pain almost brought tears to her eyes.

The man followed, grabbed Xu Qingcheng and shoved her inside roughly. Xu Qingcheng couldn't break free and was pushed in.

Kneeling on the side of the seat, Xu Qingcheng hurriedly bent down to protect herself, forcing back her tears.

Fu Jingting followed her in and sat down. He saw her arch her back and protect her stomach with her hands, her eyes filled with pain as if she were being pricked by needles.

She just had surgery; she must be in pain.

She didn't even inform him; she actually made Ye Tinghong accompany her to the abortion procedure. She really never respected him as her husband.

Fu Jingting didn't know what reason he had to be gentle with her.

Since you still have feelings for your ex, why bother with a half-hearted breakup? Since you've already stirred things up with him, don't expect to walk away cleanly like that!

He reached out and forcefully pulled her over. Xu Qingcheng was almost dragged to her knees as she knelt down. She lay beside his legs, receiving his condescending scrutiny.

Her heart ached and felt numb, her nose stung with unbearable soreness. Xu Qingcheng gritted her teeth, her face cold as she looked at his gloomy expression, her eyes as stubborn as a stagnant pool. "The child is gone. No matter how angry you are, there's no longer any connection between us. Let's get a divorce. It's better for both of us!"

"No involvement whatsoever?" Fu Jingting gritted his teeth. "As long as we don't divorce, you are my wife, and until the day you die, you will only be my wife, Fu Jingting's wife. Xu Qingcheng, don't even think about it! In this life, besides me, you will never have the chance to marry another man!"

"Why did you do this?!" Xu Qingcheng growled in a low voice, like a wounded animal, the pain spreading from one point to the whole body. "Fu Jingting, do you have to be so hypocritical?! You went to a hotel with Tang Kejia, booked a room, and she paraded around in your clothes, did I say anything?! I don't want to continue our marriage, I feel disgusted!"

Does this mean she's admitting to having an affair with Ye Tinghong?!

Fu Jingting's hand on her shoulder tightened uncontrollably, and Xu Qingcheng cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face.