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

The tears in her eyes and the pain in his heart were mixed together, and it was impossible to tell who was in more pain.

Fu Jingting turned his eyes away, pretending not to see the tears in her eyes. He was so angry that the veins on his temples bulged. "Just because of me and Tang Kejia, and a few photos from the media that can't be verified, you think I slept with her? You think you can get involved with Ye Tinghong? You think you can abort our child?"

His heart was filled with bitterness; every word he uttered felt like being slowly tortured to death. Fu Jingting had never been in such pain before; the pain was deep within his bones, and every movement was a tearing agony.

Xu Qingcheng didn't understand why he insisted on linking her with Ye Tinghong. Did past lovers have to never see each other again and not even be allowed to exchange a word?

Ye Tinghong took her out of the car and took her to the hospital. Where was he at that time?

Why should two people who have no feelings for each other get caught up in these questions?

"Think whatever you want."

Xu Qingcheng suddenly felt exhausted. She broke free from his hand and tried to stand up, but the car suddenly braked, and she was thrown forward.

Fu Jingting almost instinctively pulled her back, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his embrace. His large hands pressed against her stomach, where their child had once been.

He wanted her to give birth to the child, he wanted to continue the relationship with her, he wanted to see her smile at him, he wanted her to hold him sweetly.

It was his fault that led to this prosperous era.

So he went to Jincheng to try and get back Shengshi's shares, but how could she stab him in the heart at this moment?

Xu Qingcheng struggled to get off his lap, but the man held her tightly, burying his face in her neck, the moisture in his eyes seeping into her skin, his teeth biting down hard into her skin, the salty taste of blood filling his mouth.

Xu Qingcheng trembled all over from the pain, but she gritted her teeth and didn't utter a sound, even though the pain made her scalp tingle.

His teeth felt like they were going to tear her flesh off. Xu Qingcheng didn't even know when he stopped; she only felt pain, pain that spread to every part of her body.

The man's eyes turned cold. He pinched her chin with his fingers and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Xu Qingcheng tried to turn her head away, but couldn't break free. He twisted her jaw back, so hard that it felt like her jawbone was about to break.

Xu Qingcheng's face turned pale, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"You don't feel pain! Did you know it hurt when you took it off?! Even if you hate me, can't you tolerate your own flesh and blood?" The man's voice was like a guillotine pressed against her neck, slowly, the cold, piercing blade against her artery, ready to plunge in and draw blood in an instant.

He wouldn't allow her to be carefree on her own; he wanted her to share his pain, even though he was in so much pain.

Fu Jingting looked directly into her eyes. "Xu Qingcheng, you're absolutely vicious and ruthless!"

"Aren't you the same? What right do you have to criticize me?" Xu Qingcheng gritted her teeth, her voice sharp and piercing. "You didn't hesitate when it came to the Xu family either. Fu Jingting, no one wants to be someone else's stepping stone. You want the Fu family, you want to curry favor with the Tang family, I don't care, but you can't touch Shengshi."

The car was already parked outside Jingshan No. 1. The two couldn't agree on anything, so Xu Qingcheng pushed him away and ran out of the car. Instead of going to the villa, she turned around and ran outside.

She doesn't want to see him or talk to him right now. Since they can't talk, then they shouldn't talk.

But she hadn't run more than a few steps when Fu Jingting grabbed her and dragged her into the villa.

Fu Jingting was also possessed; he made her so angry that she lost all reason.

Duan Heng watched the two people who went in, but he didn't dare to leave. They were both angry and he was afraid something might happen.

He took Fu Jingting's luggage bag inside. In the living room on the first floor, Wang Ma was also frozen in place, her hands still covered in flour. She came out of the kitchen when she heard the noise and saw her husband dragging his wife upstairs. Wang Ma was stunned; she had never seen them like this before.

Although the second young master is also a bit wild, I've never seen him like this since Miss Xu came here, even when he's angry.

"What, what's wrong?" Wang Ma asked Duan Heng.

Duan Heng didn't know what to say. He put his bag on the sofa. This was the first time he had heard about the pregnancy. He hadn't known anything about it before, and he was afraid that even the adults in his family didn't know. So he said, "They had a fight."

Xu Qingcheng was thrown onto the bed by him. She was already feeling unwell and didn't want to talk much. Her head was throbbing and she felt terrible. Now, after being tormented like this, even a clay figure would have some temper. Fu Jingting was also possessed. He pressed her down on the bed, took out his tie, and tied her hands to the headboard.

Xu Qingcheng was so angry that tears streamed down her face. With her free hand, she lashed out at his face, throwing everything within reach at him. Bottles, jars, lamps, and cups from the bedside table were tossed out with a clatter.

The crackling sounds from upstairs grew louder and louder, and Duan Heng and Wang Ma, listening to the noise downstairs, were so frightened that their hearts pounded.

"Will this... will everything be alright?" Wang Ma asked.

Duan Heng was also at a loss. He said to Wang Ma, "Wang Ma, why don't you go up and take a look? You're older, you can say a few words of advice. I don't know what I'll say if I go over there, it'll just be awkward."

Wang Ma was indeed worried and thought she should find an excuse to go over and check on things and offer some advice. She grabbed her bag from the sofa and headed upstairs.

Duan Heng's phone rang too. It was Fu Pinghui calling. "What's going on? Why can't I get through to Jingting? Where is he? What are all those rumors going on? What's he doing in Jincheng?"

Those gossip stories reached not only Fu Pinghui, but even the old man knew about them, and he was so angry that he was blowing his beard and glaring.

The wedding date is almost here, what's all this about? Are they just making a fool of the Fu family for everyone's sake?

Duan Heng stammered and couldn't say anything, while Wang Ma returned, snatched the phone from Duan Heng, and asked if Fu Pinghui's wife was there.

Zhong Wanxiu was right next to the phone, and as soon as she heard it, she quickly took the call. After listening to a few words from Wang Ma, she hung up and rushed to Jingshan No. 1.

Wang Ma was just taking her luggage to find a way up, but she ended up getting into trouble.

The luggage fell to the ground and tore open. It was kicked open, and the contents were scattered all over the floor.

"Fu Jingting, I don't understand what's making you so angry?" Xu Qingcheng sat wearily on the edge of the bed, one wrist still tied to the headboard rail with a tie. She found it both funny and helpless.

"Fu Jingting, you and Tang Kejia, you two..." Her lips moved, but she couldn't say anything for a long time. She couldn't open her mouth; she couldn't even say that you two slept together. Finally, she managed to say, "This isn't mine, but it's in your bag."

Women's things.

The most intimate underwear worn next to the body.

In his bag, Xu Qingcheng suddenly wondered how else he could explain it.

What right does he have to question her relationship with Ye Tinghong?

Xu Qingcheng curled up at the head of the bed, her tired head pressed against the headboard. Her hoarse voice was filled with exhaustion. "You don't need to give me any explanation, and I don't need it. Fu Jingting, let's get a divorce. Let's not make each other feel disgusted."

Fu Jingting froze, his face ashen. He had no idea what was in his bag, but at this moment he was speechless.

He was so angry he was practically fuming.