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

Xu Qingcheng drank a little alcohol that evening.

Swearing to never drink a drop of alcohol is unrealistic, but after her previous bad experience of getting drunk, she dared not drink much this time, and only drank half a glass of red wine.

Not drunk, very sober.

She should hire a designated driver to go home.

Xu Qingcheng stood still, his face replaying in her mind.

Some people only realize how much they care after they've lost something.

His name is etched all over her heart, and her chest is covered with countless characters bearing his name.

When she approached him, she was full of calculation and self-interest, wanting to gain someone to rely on. When too many things are entangled in a relationship, it becomes impure.

She didn't even know when she fell in love.

When she let go, she forcefully severed the relationship between the two of them. Her heart ached so much, and she thought that the pain would pass. How much meaning does love or not love really have in life?

She thought she was calm and rational, and wanted to guide their relationship into normal business competition. If everything was placed on a purely business issue, no one was wrong. They were just acting out of self-interest and maximizing their own benefits. There was no question of who wronged whom or who was scheming against whom.

The business world is like a battlefield; the winner takes all, and the loser is nothing but a historical law.

Only by thinking this way could she feel less upset and stop worrying about whether he loved her or not, or why he was scheming against her like this.

She never thought about why she would care whether he loved her or not.

Because I have feelings for him, that's why I care.

No one would expect a stranger to be kind to them, but everyone hopes that the person they love will love them back.

But she realized all of this too late. She thought there would be no more chances, since he left so completely.

But when he came back, my dormant heart began to beat joyfully, and I felt so good.

Even though his indifference towards her was blatant, and he seemed to find even a glance annoying, Xu Qingcheng still felt it was wonderful.

She raised her hand, her fingers bare.

His too.

Ultimately, the two of them have no relationship anymore.

"A beauty that could topple empires?"

As Ye Tinghong came out of the club, he immediately saw Xu Qingcheng sitting on the steps.

Xu Qingcheng looked up at him, her eyes still wet with tears, but behind those tears was joy.

What could make her both cry and laugh?

Ye Tinghong had not seen her for a very long time. The last time he saw her was because of Qingyao's problem. He had submitted the video materials he obtained from Fu Hongxin to the police as the basis for the retrial.

That means Xu Qingyao will be released without charge, while he will personally send his brother Ye Kaihong to prison.

This was an extremely difficult choice for Ye Tinghong.

The saying goes, "Help those who are reasonable, not those who are close to you," but you only realize how painful the inner struggle and entanglement is when you actually encounter it.

Those who haven't experienced it probably don't understand.

So after he saw her once at the police station, he never showed his face again until the case was closed.

Whether you love or not, it doesn't matter.

All the past has been carried away by time. Everything he did was true to his heart. As for how much she received, that's her business.

"The ground is cold, get up." Ye Tinghong pulled her arm and helped her up. "What are you doing here?"

Xu Qingcheng wiped away her tears, composed herself, and stood up straight before saying, "I just happened to have a social engagement."

Ye Tinghong looked at her quietly for a long time before saying, "I met Song Chang once before. She said you went abroad and don't come back often."

"Yeah, something came up, so I'm coming back for a while." Xu Qingcheng replied lightly. The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and standing together, they suddenly felt they had nothing to say to each other.

In the past, they weren't particularly talkative people, but when they got together, they could talk non-stop and had endless topics to discuss.

Things are different now.

"I still want to thank you for the evidence of Qingyao's innocence." At the police station that time, he provided the evidence but left without saying another word. She didn't have time to say a word to him because she had to check the procedures for the retrial with her lawyer.

I never saw him again after that, and he avoided me the whole time.

That's how Xu Qingcheng is. If he doesn't provide it, she has no way to clear the stain on Qingyao's reputation.

In many ways, the Ye family has wronged Qingyao, and no matter what they do, they are still wrong.

However, in terms of the evidence itself, Xu Qingcheng felt she should say thank you.

But that doesn't mean she has no grudges.

Ye Tinghong only smiled slightly.

The lights shone on their faces, all the intimacy was in the past, but even so, the handsome man and beautiful woman still attracted a lot of attention.

In the shadows diagonally opposite, the car that should have left disappeared. The man's gaze swept over the two of them, finally settling on Xu Qingcheng's smiling face. That joy was impossible to hide and was clearly illuminated by the lights of the Royal City Club.

The driver, feeling uneasy due to the low air pressure inside the car, was about to ask a question when the person in the back suddenly spoke up, "Drive."

This time, the car really did leave without a sound.

Ye Tinghong didn't offer to take her home, knowing she might not accept anyway. So he stood beside her and waited for the designated driver to arrive. He helped her into the car before reluctantly turning to leave.

Xu Qingcheng didn't go home, but went straight to Song Chang's house. She had so many things she wanted to ask and say, and she needed a channel to talk to her. Only Song Chang knew the most about many things about her. Xu Qingcheng called Song Chang, but she didn't answer.

I wonder if they're busy.

When Xu Qingcheng arrived at Song Chang's door, she knocked but no one answered. So she simply took out the key from under the flowerpot by the door and opened it.

The scene in the living room left Xu Qingcheng dumbfounded, as were the two people on the sofa.

Xu Qingcheng slammed the door shut again. She swore she had only caught a quick glance and hadn't seen the details, but the clothes that stretched from the doorway to the living room floor showed how intense the battle had been.

Xu Qingcheng blushed and ran home.

It seems Song Chang wasn't lying; she really did manage to get Song Xingzhi into bed.

Xu Qingcheng went home, washed up, and went to bed. She dreamed of him again, this time vividly and clearly. The scar on his brow bone and the expression on his face were clearly imprinted in her mind and in her dream.

Upon waking, Xu Qingcheng stared blankly at the ceiling.

After the initial shock and joy subsided, once I calmed down, his cold and sarcastic face lingered in my mind.

When Song Chang called, he didn't mention the passionate encounter the night before, only asking, "You called me, is there something you need?"

"Fu Jingting is back."

When she said those words, Xu Qingcheng was already quite calm.

Song Chang felt like her mind was about to explode from that sentence. "What?"

"I saw him last night," Xu Qingcheng pieced together her information, "He's the head of FUC."

Song Chang turned her head to look at Song Xingzhi, who was sitting there eating. His elegant demeanor did not change as drastically as hers when he heard the news of Fu Jingting's return.

Song Chang was sitting right across from him, and he didn't believe that Xu Qingcheng hadn't heard what she had just said.

I couldn't help but kick him, thinking that he must know something was going on.

She got up and went to the balcony in the bedroom, asking her, "What do you want to do? Tell him about the existence of wishes?"

I've thought about it.

Last night, sitting next to him, she ate her meal in a mess, wondering if he would be happy to see Yuanyuan.

But now, with all the filters gone, all she can feel is his rejection and disdain. He treats her like a stranger, calling her "Miss Xu" clearly and unequivocally.

Xu Qingcheng reached out and wiped away the tears that had fallen unintentionally. "No."

"He seemed to have no desire to have anything to do with me; he was very resistant and disgusted."