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

Xu Qingcheng made up her mind after arranging a meeting time with the people from FUC.

Xu Qingcheng had arranged to have afternoon tea with Song Chang. Seeing Song Chang's radiant face and glowing appearance, Xu Qingcheng clicked her tongue twice, "Did you succeed?"

Song Chang blushed and snorted, "I got my way long ago. I wasn't idle while you were busy having a baby, okay?"

Xu Qingcheng chuckled, "Then I'll wait for your good news."

At this point, Song Chang rested her chin on her hand, turned her eyes to the window, and said, "Forget it, I'd rather wait for your good news than mys."

Xu Qingcheng caught the unspoken message and looked up at her. Song Chang waved her hand, clearly not wanting to discuss it further, and only said, "Nothing happened between you and Shen Muqing last night?"

"No, nothing happened," Xu Qingcheng denied. "Don't try to force this connection anymore. We're not a good match."

Xu Qingcheng's denial was so swift, as if she was desperately trying to escape the topic. Song Chang, with her keen media instincts, narrowed her eyes. "Really?"

"real."

"I'll call Shen Muqing and ask what she did last night." Song Chang said, reaching for her phone, which startled Xu Qingcheng, who snatched it away from her.

"Come on, tell me." Song Chang looked like he had successfully coaxed a confession.

Xu Qingcheng was extremely annoyed, having been tricked into revealing information again. She angrily threw her phone at her, "I drank too much last night and acted crazy. He booked a suite for me at Yanyu Zui, and I threw up all over the place. No matter what, Shen Muqing is a gentleman, so stop making things up and causing unnecessary speculation."

"You're drunk and acting crazy?" Song Chang was utterly shocked. "You're drunk and he didn't do anything to you? You're drunk and he booked a suite for you and he didn't do anything? Does he have some kind of hidden illness?"

What does Xu Qingcheng look like when she's drunk and acting crazy?

Others might not know, but Song Chang does.

Once during college, Xu Qingcheng went to her dorm to play cards and lost, so she was forced to drink a lot of alcohol.

Oh my god, that coquettishness was absolutely irresistible!

Song Chang felt that even a woman with a normal sexual orientation like her was completely charmed by her, let alone a man.

The other roommates laughed and said that Xu Qingcheng, looking like this, should just be handed over to Ye Tinghong, because he'd probably burn out all the firewood.

Song Chang couldn't bear to part with her, so he coaxed and held her to calm her down.

After waking up, Song Chang laughed at her, saying, "You almost did a striptease last night." This terrified Xu Qingcheng, who for all these years would never dare to be so unrestrained in front of others.

But last night, perhaps influenced by that figure, her mood suddenly plummeted, and she really wanted to get drunk.

If you live a life of debauchery, you won't have to experience the feeling of remembering him when you're sober.

However, she didn't expect that Song Chang would leave her behind and take Song Xingzhi with him.

I get angry just thinking about it.

Xu Qingcheng was furious. "You still dare to say that? I was hoping you would take me home. It's one thing for you to pretend to be drunk, but Song Xingzhi also said he would take me home. And you still glared at me."

"Let my buddy take you. You're acting all cute and clingy with him. Where am I supposed to put my face?" Song Chang snorted. "Really nothing happened? I just don't believe it. He saw you naked and you still won't have sex. There's definitely something wrong with you. You're probably all bark and no bite, your body isn't up to par."

Xu Qingcheng's face turned bright red. "I know myself, nothing really happened. Besides, I'm not interested in him, and meeting him would only make things more awkward."

"You really can't let go of Fu Jingting?" Song Chang glanced at her. "Back then, you broke up with Ye Tinghong so easily, so decisively."

Xu Qingcheng lowered her eyes, picked up a piece of dessert with her fork, her mouth tasted sweet, but her heart was bitter.

This name can't be mentioned; just thinking about it makes my eyes hurt and I want to cry.

"Qingcheng, you can't do this. Life goes on. Don't take all the blame on yourself. It's not your fault." Song Chang sighed. "Nobody wants that to happen. Forgive yourself."

It wasn't her fault, but it was because of her that things happened.

After afternoon tea, Xu Qingcheng drove to Jingshan No. 1 and silently looked at the gate from the outside. The flowers and plants in the courtyard were regularly trimmed and not messy, but they seemed a little less lively.

Spring is just beginning, the plants are lush and green, and some flowers are also eagerly preparing their colors, waiting to bloom.

Some people can let go over time, but others can't let go even if they want to.

She picked up the newly bought wind chimes and hung them on the black fence at the entrance.

Every time she comes back, she hangs up a new one and takes the old one away.

But this time when I came, the old one was gone; it had probably been thrown away.

The door to the villa room opened, and someone came out. Xu Qingcheng instinctively hid to the side.

A strange woman came out, wearing a long-sleeved dress that exuded the vibrancy of spring. She was gentle and beautiful. She came out to throw away the trash and picked up the wind chimes on the door. After looking around and not seeing anyone, she put the wind chimes back inside.

Xu Qingcheng was a little stunned; she thought Fu Jingting's parents would leave this house behind.

It seems it's for sale?

She frowned, turned and left, feeling a mix of emotions. It was as if everything she knew about him was slowly changing, diminishing, and eventually disappearing.

Wen Fei took the wind chime up to the second floor and hung it on the balcony. From there, she saw Xu Qingcheng leaving just around the corner from the front door.

She took the wind chimes that had been hung up down down again.

Wen Fei smiled.

The man who had been told he couldn't do it was now struggling in the swimming pool, swimming more than a dozen times without getting tired. His strong body taut with clearly defined muscles, and as he parted the water, it exuded a powerful and rugged feeling. He finally stopped, leaped out of the pool, and his tall figure was full of aggression. Water droplets rolled down his shoulders and back. There was a clear scar on his body, splitting open his chest and abdomen, with dense stitches like a centipede crawling on it.

It is ferocious, yet wildly untamed.

Wen Fei handed him a bath towel, smiling as she looked at him, "You exceeded your training quota today, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Fu Jingting took the towel and draped it over himself. "No."

He sat on a bench by the pool, his eyes fixed on the water.

An image of a naked woman lying in a bathtub uncontrollably appeared in my mind.

"I don't have the strength, can you help me wash?" The seductive voice was piercing and ear-piercing, and Fu Jingting suddenly closed his eyes tightly.

A cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he thought of the man beside her.

One can imagine what should have been a passionate encounter, but he interrupted it.

A hand landed on her shoulder, and the man's gaze turned to her.

Wen Fei asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No. It's normal." Fu Jingting stood up, and the woman's hand slipped off his shoulder.

"No? I asked you why you didn't respond." Wen Fei hurriedly followed, "If necessary, take your blood pressure again."

"No need, I know my own body best." With impatience already in her voice, Wen Fei stopped talking.

After he changed his clothes, Wen Fei had already set dinner on the table. "In the afternoon, I went to Jingshan No. 1 with the designer. The uncle and aunt had cleaned it up very well."

Fu Jingting entrusted the decoration of Nanshan Lanyuan to Wen Fei. He was too lazy to look at the soft furnishings. Wen Fei could only suggest that she go and see what style his previous place was. Although Fu Jingting said it didn't matter and that it was fine no matter what, Wen Fei still wanted to match his preferences as much as possible and hoped that he could live comfortably.

She took out a string of wind chimes. "Someone hung this wind chime on your door. She had already left when I went out."

Wen Fei paused, then looked at the man who was engrossed in his food and silent. "It looks like your ex-wife. Should I hang it up for you?"

Fu Jingting stopped eating and looked up at Wen Fei. His gaze was direct and sharp, making Wen Fei's heart skip a beat. She knew she had overstepped her bounds, but his ex-wife Xu Qingcheng's name seemed to be a taboo subject in his home.

So concerned.

She was so concerned that she couldn't help but want to know what he was thinking.

Wen Fei put down the wind chime she was holding, and before he could answer, she hurriedly said, "Sorry."

Only then did the man speak, "Throw it away."

……

Royal City Private Club.

The most luxurious VIP rooms are lavishly decorated.

After several renovations, it became even more luxurious.

Xu Qingcheng stood in front of the private room, somewhat stunned. She had been here before, thanks to Song Xingzhi.

Their story begins here.

Xu Qingcheng pushed open the door, and there were already people in the room. Their intermediary was Director Dong from the National Development and Reform Commission, who greeted her with a smile.

"Sorry, there was traffic on the way, I'm late." Xu Qingcheng came in, took off her trench coat and handed it to the waiter beside her.

The smile froze on his face the instant he turned his head.

The man's face leaped into view, his features sharp and angular like a mountain peak. He sat there dressed in all black, and it felt as if time had jumped back three years.

Director Dong, who was transferred from another city last year, was unaware of the relationship between the two. He enthusiastically introduced them, "Young Master Fu, let me introduce you. Qingcheng, this is Fu Jingting, the president of FUC, who is also from Ancheng. Xu Qingcheng, she is the daughter of Xu Shengchang, the founder of Shengshi. Everyone says that Ancheng produces beauties, but seeing Miss Xu makes me truly understand what beauty is."

The man smiled, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth softening the coldness on his face. "I know her. Miss Xu is my ex-wife."