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

When Xu Qingcheng woke up in the morning, she saw Zhao Lan taking her medicine.

Zhao Lan was very cautious about the medication she was taking to treat depression. She listened to her doctor's advice and worked very hard to complete the treatment.

For no other reason than the pain she caused those around her when she lost control, Zhao Lan herself was in agony.

She wanted to get better, so she actively sought treatment, but it was undeniable that she was less vulnerable than a child when faced with problems.

"Mom, I'm sorry for making you worry," Xu Qingcheng said softly, tears welling in her eyes. She knew that her situation had worried Zhao Lan.

Xu Qingcheng herself didn't know why Zhao Lan had gone to find her that day.

But it is undeniable that she did draw strength from Zhao Lan.

I was in a very bad state at the time.

"Silly child, if I don't worry about you, who will?" Zhao Lan put down her water glass, turned to look at her, and said, "You look much better. How did you sleep last night?"

"Hmm. She's asleep." Xu Qingcheng was also somewhat relieved. Everything has its good and bad, gains and losses. She would have insomnia when she was under a lot of pressure, but she didn't have to have too much trouble sleeping during this period.

The body has a self-repair mechanism; after enough rest, you'll feel better both physically and mentally.

"I cooked some plain congee. If you like it, go and have some."

Xu Qingcheng agreed and went to the kitchen to get the porridge herself. Actually, the white porridge was very simple. It was made by mixing thin flour and adding an egg. It was a very common way of making it in her hometown. It didn't take much time and was very easy.

I used to drink this porridge often when I was a child; the nanny at home said it helped to reduce internal heat.

Xu Qingcheng liked it very much, and the eggs were all beaten. Zhao Lan usually liked to add a little bit of white sugar to add a touch of sweetness, but this time she didn't add anything. Since there was no other strange taste, Xu Qingcheng drank it with peace of mind.

Shredded pickled vegetables and green chili peppers make a refreshing pickled vegetable dish.

Xu Qingcheng ate a bowl of porridge with some pickled vegetables. Zhao Lan smiled as she watched her eat with relish, "Why don't you eat anything good?"

"This is perfect." Xu Qingcheng picked up a strip of pickled vegetable. "Why can't I cut it like this?"

"If you don't use your brain, how can you cut it well?" Zhao Lan laughed at her. The two chatted about everyday things, and the happiness at this moment was so peaceful that it brought a sense of tranquility, as if those intense emotional fluctuations had disappeared.

But in fact, they were never absent.

"The Fu family sent a letter saying the wedding is canceled, but he doesn't agree to divorce you." When Zhao Lan came back that day and saw Qingcheng like that, she felt sorry for her and angry, so she sent the letter. Now that she's calmed down, she realizes she was a bit impulsive. Everyone says to advise reconciliation rather than separation, and she, as a mother, was quite impulsive.

"Don't you need to reconsider?" Zhao Lan asked her. "Is the news circulating outside about him and that woman true?"

Zhao Lan had already asked Ye Tinghong about it. Because of Qingyao's matter, Zhao Lan was allergic to the Ye family. When she saw the two names listed together in the news, she naturally had to ask.

Qingcheng said that she had an accident, and Ye Tinghong took her to the hospital. That was all. Their relationship was over. Once it was over, it was over. There was no lingering connection between Xu Qingcheng and Ye Tinghong.

Zhao Lan breathed a sigh of relief; she believed this explanation.

Therefore, since Qingcheng is determined to get a divorce, Zhao Lan will naturally assume that what Fu Jingting did is probably true.

"Mom, it really doesn't matter to me anymore." Xu Qingcheng said in a low voice, her nose was sore, and there was more to it than just Tang Kejia. "It doesn't matter if he disagrees, it's just a matter of time."

"Qingcheng, tell me honestly, did you agree to marry me back then because of Shengshi?"

Xu Qingcheng didn't speak, but Zhao Lan understood everything. "Foolish! How can you not take your marriage seriously?!"

Her nose felt a little dry, and Xu Qingcheng pursed her lips, suppressing her emotions. "Mom, I'm sorry to have made you worry. Don't worry, I'll handle it."

……

"What is this?" Song Chang stared at the huge pile of things, speechless.

She flipped through it casually.

All sorts of nutritional supplements, tonics, and casual clothing filled the entire trunk.

"Take it to her." Fu Jingting's face was stern, his expression cold and fierce, exuding a murderous aura.

Judging from his expression, Song Chang really thought that what was placed in front of her was a series of terrifying things.

"Her, that 'her'?" Song Chang asked deliberately, his voice full of sarcasm. "Tang Kejia? I'm not familiar with her at all."

Fu Jingting's forehead twitched sharply, and his expression was unfriendly, as if a storm was brewing.

Song Chang didn't care about his expression. You treat my best friend like that, why should I give you a nice look? What a waste.

Seeing the frost on Fu Jingting's face, Xu Qingcheng refused to see him or accept his gifts, but he was very worried about her.

Fu Jingting had lost all reason in the heat of the moment. He had experienced many things over the years, big and small, but nothing had ever made him lose his composure like Xu Qingcheng had.

Song Xingzhi quickly stepped in to smooth things over, pulling Song Chang aside and saying, "You go with him, just to give me face."

Song Chang was extremely unwilling, but since the young man had spoken, she would reluctantly agree.

The car pulled up to Xu Qingcheng's building, and Song Chang struggled to carry her things into the elevator.

But that's way too much; it practically filled the entire elevator floor.

Before the elevator doors closed, Fu Jingting reminded her again, "Just say it was a gift from you."

Song Chang, "..."

Xu Qingcheng stared at the things Song Chang had brought over. "Are you out of your mind? You have money to burn?"

"Yes. I really have money to burn." Song Chang slumped onto the sofa. "This is to help you recover."

"Then I don't need this replacement method." Xu Qingcheng rummaged through the contents, utterly exasperated. "Did you keep the receipt? Take it and return it."

"Why would I keep the receipt for something I gave away? It must be lost. Besides, goods are non-refundable once sold. Use what you can, don't force yourself. You need to take good care of yourself after the miscarriage, don't take it lightly." Song Chang kept nagging.

"Did you clear out the entire store?" Xu Qingcheng glared at her as she picked out a soft cotton cartoon pajama set. It was a two-piece set with a cartoon puppy printed on it.

She looked at the pajamas, and for some reason, her eyes welled up with tears.

Xu Qingcheng lowered her eyes. "What kind of taste do you have? Buying me children's cartoon pajamas?"

Song Chang glanced at it and couldn't help but complain, "Yeah, I haven't worn this kind of flooring since high school, it's so tacky. Give it to me, return this one."

She reached out to take it, but Xu Qingcheng avoided her.

"Never mind, I'll keep it. Let's go back to basics." Xu Qingcheng put away her pajamas.

Song Chang looked at her, then at her pajamas, "I almost forgot, you're a year younger than me, and you were born in the Year of the Dog, right?"

Xu Qingcheng laughed at her, "Hmm, your memory is not bad."

Song Chang couldn't help but click her tongue, wondering if Fu Jingting had chosen it on purpose or if it was just a coincidence.

"You and Fu Jingting's wedding is just canceled like that?" Song Chang asked indignantly. "He and Tang Kejia are really having an affair? Holy crap, I can't stand it! If it were me, even if I didn't like it, I'd still take this spot and not let them get away with it!"