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

Wen Fei ran into Duan Heng as she went out, and the two greeted each other politely.

"Dr. Wen."

Wen Fei smiled. "He's inside. You go in. I'll be going now."

Duan Heng nodded, stepped back, and let Wen Fei go first.

He glanced at the woman's back, feeling grateful for her meticulous care over the past two years.

When Duan Heng entered, he saw Fu Jingting standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He pressed one hand against the glass and looked down as if there were raging waves below, and his entire feet were spinning.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and the veins on my temples bulged, making my head feel throbbing.

He took a deep breath, and when he turned around, his face was grim.

"Are you feeling unwell? Dr. Wen just left, would you like to...?"

Fu Jingting waved his hand, pressing his fingers to the back of his neck. "No need, I'll be a little tired after driving for most of the day."

"Jingshan No. 1 has always been well taken care of. If you don't go and stay there, Madam is worried that you won't be able to take good care of yourself on your own." Duan Heng put down the lunchbox in his hand. "It was made by the family chef, and he specially asked me to bring it to you."

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" Fu Jingting tapped his temple casually, glanced at the lunchbox, and slightly curled the corner of his mouth. "Just leave it there."

The number of people attending Song Chang's birthday party was neither too many nor too few. A large portion of them were her friends from the media industry, and a smaller portion were her classmates. The two were classmates in high school and went to the same university, so she knew many of her classmates.

As soon as Xu Qingcheng stepped inside, the male classmates naturally surrounded her. Song Chang stepped aside with one arm and pulled Xu Qingcheng directly in front of Shen Muqing, clearly trying to match the two together.

Song Chang has good taste. In her memory, the top student wore her school uniform from Monday to Friday, always well-behaved and never deviating from the rules. She was the perfect student in the eyes of the teachers. Now, it seems she has changed a lot since entering society. Her suit makes her figure look particularly outstanding. Without the thick glasses to cover her face, her features have become more rugged. At first glance, Xu Qingcheng almost didn't recognize her.

"Xu Qingcheng." Song Chang put one hand on Shen Muqing's shoulder. "You're adults, let's not beat around the bush. You two talk it out. If it works out, continue; if not, just catch up."

Song Chang has a knack for making particularly awkward situations even more awkward, and the key is that she doesn't even realize it herself.

Xu Qingcheng touched half of her face with her hand, while Shen Muqing laughed, seemingly unconcerned.

Fortunately, Song Chang didn't have time to take care of them much; she was the main character today and was busy.

The two found a corner to sit down, and Shen Muqing asked her, "Red wine or juice?"

Xu Qingcheng stared at the tray in the waiter's hand. "Red wine."

I suddenly have a strong urge to drink tonight, and I want to get drunk.

A bittersweet feeling welled up inside me, stirred up a long-dormant part of my heart by that silhouette.

They said he was dead, his bones were burned to ashes and buried in the Fu family cemetery.

But she still couldn't believe that such an arrogant and domineering person could suddenly disappear from this world in that way.

If you don't think about it, it won't hurt.

But there will always be a moment when you think of it unexpectedly, and it will make your heart ache.

Xu Qingcheng accepted the wine glass. She didn't want any ambiguous relationship with any man at the moment, so she simply stated it directly: "I've only been divorced for two years, and I have no plans to get married again."

Although the news of her marriage and subsequent cancellation of the wedding caused a great stir in Ancheng and was known to everyone.

However, Xu Qingcheng still wanted to emphasize that married women are like branded women. No matter how outstanding you are, you seem to be a level below a woman with a chaotic private life but who is unmarried.

Just the phrase "I'm divorced" was enough to shut out a whole bunch of suitors.

"I can see that. So you're only planning to have relationships without any pressure?" Shen Muqing nodded. "I'm not opposed to that either."

Xu Qingcheng almost spat out her drink.

No, I mean—

Xu Qingcheng didn't know how she could give people such a misconception, and she was anxious to explain.

Shen Muqing smiled and said, "I was just kidding."

He clinked glasses with her. "Old classmates meeting up, just chatting casually."

"it is good."

Xu Qingcheng couldn't help but smile. They hadn't had much interaction before, but now, the phrase "old classmate" inexplicably shortened the distance between them, and they chatted happily.

Song Xingzhi's gaze fell on the two of them. Song Chang stood in front of him, but Song Xingzhi turned his head past her and glanced at her again. "The man you introduced to Xu Qingcheng?"

Standing before him, radiant with beauty, and yet so utterly ignored, Song Chang felt his blood rush to his head. "Brother, I seriously suspect you've had your eye on Qingcheng all along, but were too shy to make a move?"

Song Xingzhi's gaze finally landed on Song Chang's face. He gave her a cool glance and ignored her.

Song Chang coughed lightly, then laughed, "What do you think? Shen Muqing is definitely a high-tech talent, holding a whole bunch of patents, a promising young man. I think he's quite suitable for Qingcheng. She's raising him all by herself... it's too hard for her, she needs someone to care for her."

Song Chang bit her tongue, almost letting something slip, thankfully she reacted quickly.

Song Xingzhi glanced at her but didn't ask any more questions. His gaze fell on Xu Qingcheng's smiling face, and he thought to himself, "It's good that we're both doing well."

Many classmates hadn't seen each other for a long time, so we exchanged pleasantries and had a few drinks.

Xu Qingcheng was a bit indulgent today, accepting almost everyone who came, and by the end her legs were bent from exhaustion.

She knew she was drunk, quite drunk, but her mind seemed clear. She got up, intending to say goodbye to Song Chang and leave first.

Unexpectedly, Song Chang was even more drunk than her. When Song Xingzhi tried to drag her away, he was slapped hard across the face, leaving a bloody mark on his cheek and turning his face black.

Seeing his expression, Xu Qingcheng couldn't help but feel worried for Song Chang. She patted Song Chang's back with a smile and whispered in her ear, "Hey, are you pretending to be drunk or are you really drunk?"

He received a slap on the mouth from Song Chang without any hesitation.

Xu Qingcheng chuckled, her body limp as she staggered back a few steps after being slapped.

Song Xingzhi's brow was taut. He held Song Chang tightly with both hands to prevent her legs from flailing about, and he also had to look at Xu Qingcheng. "How are you going to get back? Come with me in the car, I'll take you home?"

Before Xu Qingcheng could speak, she saw Song Chang glare at her fiercely, so she swallowed her words and shook her head, "No need."

"I'll take her home," Shen Muqing said promptly.

Song Xingzhi looked at Xu Qingcheng, who was half-lying on the bar counter next to him, waving her hand, "Let's go, let's go."

Song Xingzhi didn't insist any further and dragged Song Chang away.

Song Chang winked at her, but Xu Qingcheng pretended not to see it.

Xu Qingcheng reached out and grabbed the bar counter beside her. After the excitement, the crowd dispersed, leaving behind a desolate scene.

Her eyes welled up with tears.

Shen Muqing reached out and took her arm, but Xu Qingcheng pushed her away as her hand touched her waist. "I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me, you go first. I want to wait a little longer."

She can barely stand; how can we let her walk alone?

"I'm worried about you like this. Where do you live? I'll take you home." Shen Muqing grabbed her and half-embraced her as they walked out.

Xu Qingcheng refused. Instead of going down in the elevator, she stubbornly pressed the eleventh floor button.

The first four floors of Yanyuzui are the clubhouse, the floors above the fourth floor are guest rooms, and the floors above the ninth floor are luxury suites.

Song Xingzhi is a regular here and has a suite. Xu Qingcheng changes her clothes in the room on the eleventh floor.

She pressed the button for the 11th floor with her finger and pressed it hard a few times, almost impatiently.

As soon as the elevator doors stopped, she rushed out, her legs going weak and she almost knelt down.

She walked forward, holding onto the railing.

Xu Qingcheng felt very clear-headed. She walked a little unsteadily and couldn't walk in a straight line without holding onto something, but she looked perfectly normal holding onto the railing.

In reality, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was thoroughly drunk.

Xu Qingcheng walked past each door, then suddenly stopped, looked around, but couldn't see anything.

She clearly saw him from here, saw a figure with the same back as his, flashed past her eyes, but she was just a beat too slow to react, and he was gone.

Tears streamed down her face, a mixture of grievance and sadness.

"Xu Qingcheng, why are you crying?" Shen Muqing had never taken care of a drunk woman before, and he was so anxious that his forehead was covered in sweat.

He's gone.

"Who? Who's missing?"

She pouted, said nothing, and tears streamed down her face.

People around were looking this way.

Shen Muqing had a headache. He grabbed her forcefully, "Xu Qingcheng, you're drunk. Get up, I'll take you home."

"I don't want you to take me home. I already told you to walk by yourself. Aren't you annoying? You're so annoying! Don't pull me." Xu Qingcheng tried to break free. She was drunk, so her voice was unusually soft.

Shen Muqing wouldn't dare call himself a gentleman, but he wasn't exactly a filthy or vulgar person either. However, he was still a man, and when a woman's voice stirred him, he was stunned.

During the struggle, the black veil on her chest inexplicably burst open, revealing the woman's fair breasts. While Shen Muqing was still stunned, her wrist was grabbed.

"Let go."

The man's profile was taut. He pulled Shen Muqing's hand away with one hand and took Xu Qingcheng's arm with the other. "Get up."

The tears flowed even more fiercely.

She had been waiting for so long, but how much did he hate her that he wouldn't even come to her in her dreams?

Xu Qingcheng grabbed his arm and used it to prop herself up, pressing her body against him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, and naturally pressing her face against his chest. "Why did you take so long to appear? I had almost forgotten what you look like."