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

She laughed and cried as she hugged him tightly, looking exactly like a drunkard.

Fu Jingting's face was cold and inscrutable, revealing no emotion. He simply grabbed her collar, which was about to slip off her shoulder, and pulled it back, covering a large expanse of her fair and delicate skin with black gauze.

Xu Qingcheng hugged him tightly, as if afraid he would be gone in the blink of an eye. She buried her face in his neck, wiping away her tears.

Her warm breath sprayed onto the man's skin, making his skin feel instantly dry. Fu Jingting coldly reached out and pulled her away.

He was too strong. Xu Qingcheng was already unsteady on her feet. When he pulled her away like that, she lost her support and fell backward. Her body hit the railing behind her. She didn't even have time to cry out in pain. The force propelled her forward. Since she couldn't use her legs, she fell directly to the ground.

Shen Muqing's eyes widened. These two people definitely knew each other, but the man's face was full of coldness and impatience, and he showed no mercy to the woman.

Just as Xu Qingcheng was about to make intimate contact with the ground, Shen Muqing reached out to grab her, but the man had already wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back.

Xu Qingcheng was like a fool who knew nothing, still smiling as the man held her in his arms.

The atmosphere between the two was contradictory and strange, intimate yet repulsive. Shen Muqing pressed her temples. "Xu Qingcheng, shall I take you home?"

Xu Qingcheng looked back at him with some confusion, seemingly unable to recall who he was or what he was doing here.

She suddenly smiled again, as if she had finally remembered, "Shen Muqing. Go back, don't worry about me. He, he'll take me."

Shen Muqing felt a headache coming on when he saw her, but it wouldn't be right for him to just leave her like this, since she was a drunk woman.

She had no choice but to look up at Fu Jingting and say, "Sir, I'm sorry, she's drunk. I have to get her home safely."

Fu Jingting had completely lost his patience. His mocking gaze pierced Shen Muqing. "Safely sent home? You?"

Those naked, sharp eyes left no room for hiding. We're all adults, all men, who doesn't understand whom?

Shen Muqing pursed her lips and glanced at the woman in the man's arms. "Are you friends?"

"Friends?" Fu Jingting scoffed. He looked at the woman, her face flushed and glazed, reached out and grabbed her, asking sarcastically, "Are we friends?"

Xu Qingcheng shook her head, then shook her head again. She wanted to say that this was her husband, but they were divorced.

Didn't he say that he only had widowed wives? Why did he send over a divorce certificate through his lawyer?

Tears welled up in her eyes, and Xu Qingcheng hugged him, saying, "He is my man."

Tears streamed down her face. He was her man, Yuanyuan's father.

But he didn't want her anymore, and he didn't want them anymore.

Shen Muqing glanced at the two of them again, and finally gave up in disappointment.

Xu Qingcheng was left on the bed, feeling dizzy and irritated. She glared at him angrily, feeling wronged by the man's complete lack of tenderness towards her.

"I'm dizzy, can't you be a little gentler?" she pouted, looking aggrieved.

She sat on the bed, her long legs emerging from under her skirt and folded at her sides. Her red lips were luscious and alluring, and her slightly drowsy eyes, together with hers, created a dense, spiderweb-like allure in the night.

Fu Jingting's fingers were clasped at his collar; the shirt, with two buttons undone, couldn't hide the man's sexy Adam's apple. He looked at her with cold eyes, feeling no pity for a drunkard.

No, he felt no pity for her whatsoever.

Yet it cannot be denied that all men are irresistibly drawn to a woman's sexy body.

He pulled the blanket off the bed and covered her with it. Xu Qingcheng was covered up. Frustrated, she pulled the blanket off, grabbed his wrist, and took advantage of the situation.

"You really are him, right?" She snuggled against him, reaching out to touch his face. The man pulled one of her hands away, and she used her other hand to press against his face, her fingers touching the scar on his eyebrow. Her voice was full of doubt and grievance as she choked out, "Who are you? Why do you look so much like him? But he doesn't have this..."

The woman's fingers were gentle and delicate, her fingertips warm as she moved back and forth over his wounds, as if she were tearing the scars open, causing excruciating pain.

Fu Jingting yanked her hand away, his eyes filled with ruthlessness and coldness. His clothes were taut against his body, highlighting the bulging muscles in his black shirt. His words were full of sarcasm, "Xu Qingcheng, are you pretending to be drunk?"

"I'm not crazy." She lay on the bed, staring at his face. The light above her head was a bit too bright, making her eyes hurt and unable to see clearly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and propped herself up, trying to get closer to see him more clearly.

It seems so.

Very similar.

Is it him?

It's him.

Xu Qingcheng watched with her eyes and confirmed it in her heart. She kissed his lips with tears in her eyes, but the man turned his head away and her lips were pressed against the corner of his lips.

Being rejected so thoroughly, Xu Qingcheng would not have been so shameless if she had any sense at all. But at this moment, she felt as if she were in a dream, meeting him in a dream.

Her heart, which had been aching from thinking about him, was finally filled a little. Desperately trying to hold on, she kissed his face and his lips.

Every inch of the man's skin was taut, it was hard to tell whether it was hatred or lust.

Without giving her any response, he broke her arm and watched her fall into the bed.

Xu Qingcheng felt wronged and wanted to cry, "Why won't you kiss me?"

Fu Jingting's forehead twitched, and his face turned pale. He turned to leave.

The woman lunged at him from behind and hugged his waist, pleading, "Don't go."

He threw a tantrum like a nasty jerk, his brow furrowed, his whole body radiating hostility.

"Xu Qingcheng!" he shouted viciously.

Xu Qingcheng pouted and looked at him pitifully.

He suddenly turned to look at her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her fiercely, as if he wanted to tear her apart.

"Waaah..."

The person who should have been enduring the pain suddenly protested with sobs, "I feel like throwing up..."

She frowned, looking as if she could hardly bear it.

Fu Jingting grabbed the man and lifted him up. He had only taken a few steps when his face turned black with anger.

……

When Wen Fei arrived, the man had just finished showering and changing his clothes. His hair was still wet, and the laundry basket reeked of alcohol.

She frowned. "Didn't I tell you not to drink excessively? Don't think you can be careless just because you've recovered. How much did you drink last night?"

Fu Jingting didn't speak or explain. He stood in front of the dressing mirror, straightened his shirt, fastened the two black metal cufflinks, and turned to look at Wen Fei. "Any of the major hospitals in Ancheng that you'd like to go to?"

Wen Fei was stunned for a moment, then realized, "You're arranging work for me?! No rush, Aunt Zhong talked to me yesterday about wanting me to continue serving you for a while longer, and I've already agreed. I'll be your personal secretary and take care of your daily life."

She smiled and said, "I don't have that much ambition. I just need a job so I won't go hungry. Since the salary you're offering is reasonable, I'm happy to accept it. Besides, the hardest times are over, and things are so easy now. Why wouldn't I take advantage of this opportunity?"

Since Zhong Wanxiu had made the arrangements, Fu Jingting didn't say anything more.

He put on his coat and walked out. He paused slightly as he passed the guest room next door, but did not stop at all.

Wen Fei hurriedly followed.

……

When Xu Qingcheng woke up, it was almost noon. She was lying naked on the pristine white luxury bed.

It wasn't at home, it was a hotel suite.

Xu Qingcheng was so frightened that goosebumps rose all over her body, and her face turned pale. She hurriedly lifted the blanket to check herself and found heavy finger marks on her arm, as if she had been scratched.

It also appears on the waist, distributed on both sides of the waist.

She felt a buzzing sensation on her scalp, having never lost control of herself in all these years, always remaining vigilant.

Last night, how could this be...

Xu Qingcheng reached out and pounded her head hard, wishing she could slap herself.

With some memories jumbled and blurry in her mind, Xu Qingcheng's heart pounded with fear. Had she done something shameless while drunk?!

I vaguely remember that she seemed to be very proactive.

Xu Qingcheng covered her face, extremely annoyed. What had she done last night?

When I got to the shower room, I found that Song Chang's dress was torn and filthy, piled up there.

She threw up last night, a lot of it.

There was nothing unusual about her body; after all, she wasn't a little girl anymore, and she could sense whether something was wrong. But even so...

Xu Qingcheng broke out in a cold sweat whenever she thought about how she unconsciously seduced others.

She changed her clothes and sat in the room for a while before running to the front desk to ask who had booked the room for her.

The receptionist smiled and said that she had registered under her own name.

Xu Qingcheng didn't ask any more questions. She hurriedly left the hotel and received a call from Shen Muqing on the way. She was so startled that she almost dropped her phone.

"Are you sober yet?"

"I'm awake, I'm awake," Xu Qingcheng stammered. "Well, I drank too much last night, I'm sorry, I embarrassed myself in front of you! If, if I did anything ridiculous, please don't mind!"