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

FUC has been keeping a low profile as it shifts its focus from overseas to the domestic market, but its investment and land acquisition activities have been very rapid. It suddenly announced that it would hold a meeting and sent out invitations to major media outlets, the upper class, and its peers, making a big splash.

Xu Qingcheng held the gold-embossed invitation. The logo design was simple and elegant, with the letter C wrapped around the two characters "FU" in a stylized font. The black background with gold foil shimmered under the light, giving it a high-quality feel.

Standing at the entrance of the venue, Xu Qingcheng's heart was pounding like thunder.

She wasn't among those invited, so she asked a friend for an invitation letter, which made her feel a little guilty.

She dressed up specially for the evening, wearing a dark green floral high-slit cheongsam with black lace trim, her hair styled in an updo, adorned with pearl earrings and pearl hair accessories. She stood gracefully, her retro elegance accentuated by the night lights.

With black hair, red lips, a slender waist, and full hips, her alluring figure was perfectly outlined, making her naturally eye-catching wherever she stood.

Shen Muqing was pleasantly surprised. "Xu Qingcheng?"

"You're here for the banquet too?" Xu Qingcheng turned around when she heard the voice, and her feet wobbled when she saw it was him. She didn't expect to see him here.

Ms. Xu felt extremely embarrassed and wished she could dig a hole and crawl into it.

If possible, she really didn't want to see Shen Muqing again.

It's not that Shen Muqing is a bad person, but when she thinks about what she did while drunk, she feels like digging a hole and burying herself.

Xu Qingcheng blushed with embarrassment, but she had no choice but to greet him with a smile.

"Yes, I have several patents for medical devices. FUC had contacted me before, and this time they sent me an invitation. This time it's a very high-level event. Besides professional technicians like us, all the invited business people are said to have personal assets of hundreds of millions or more; otherwise, they wouldn't be qualified to come." Shen Muqing smiled at her, "Looks like you're quite wealthy too."

He didn't mention a word about what happened that night, and Xu Qingcheng felt that he was really considerate and had a good sense of propriety. This made her breathe a sigh of relief and say with a smile, "Of course, I also asked a friend to get the invitation. I wanted to take this opportunity to talk to a few investment banks."

As Xu Qingcheng spoke, she glanced into the venue.

This is one of the objectives.

The second purpose is something that only I know.

She knew he disliked her, didn't want to see her, and that his face would turn so long and dark when he saw her, but she just couldn't control herself and wanted to see him.

I don't know what we could say to each other if we met.

He probably wouldn't even give her a second glance.

Xu Qingcheng sighed inwardly.

Shen Muqing looked at her. He had always known she was beautiful. In high school, boys would talk about which class had the prettiest girls, in addition to studying and fighting. Xu Qingcheng's name was undoubtedly the one mentioned most often.

At that time, she had her childhood sweetheart Ye Tinghong by her side, and everyone else became a shadow.

I never thought we'd get in touch, but I never expected to meet again after all these years. Song Chang was very direct: if we can talk, we can talk; if not, we're still old classmates.

Xu Qingcheng clearly didn't really want to talk, but Shen Muqing couldn't help wanting to get closer to her; she wasn't the aloof, cold, and unapproachable person he had imagined.

Once you actually start talking to her, you realize that this woman is not only beautiful; she has her own business logic, which is clear, insightful, and to the point.

A woman who is both outstanding and beautiful has an irresistible attraction for men.

So what if you've been married? Everyone makes mistakes when they're young.

Shen Muqing felt that she was okay and had no problem at all.

Just thinking about that day when she was hugging her ex-husband, her charming and mature appearance made people insanely jealous.

Shen Muqing would never admit that even though he left that night, he dreamed about her all night, and in his dreams, the man she was holding was not her cold and fierce ex-husband, but him.

He wanted to ask about her relationship with her ex-husband, but didn't dare to probe directly. Instead, he said, "You look beautiful in this dress today, much better than the black gown you wore that night. The cheongsam suits you very well, making you look dignified, elegant, and sophisticated. The one who booked the suite for you that night..."

His communication skills were typical of a straight man; before he could finish speaking, Xu Qingcheng interrupted him with a single sentence.

"Shen Muqing."

Xu Qingcheng was caught off guard by his sudden mention of that night, and her face flushed red. She bit her lip and tugged at his arm to stop him from continuing. "Let's go inside."

The woman's face suddenly flushed red, like a peony bud about to bloom, so beautiful and alluring that it left everyone speechless.

"Oh, oh, okay." Shen Muqing really felt that at this age, he was like a young man who had never experienced anything. He couldn't help but secretly prick himself and hurriedly reached out to support Xu Qingcheng's arm.

The moment the car stopped, before Fu Jingting even got out, he immediately saw the two people standing at the entrance of the venue, chatting as if no one else was around. Her face flushed with a shy blush.

He looked like he'd been teased until his face turned red.

Even if you can't hear what they're saying, you can guess.

What serious conversation between a man and a woman could make her blush like this?

His gaze fell on the man beside her; it was the man who had offered to take her home when she was drunk that day.

There is also Ye Tinghong.

Fu Jingting suddenly chuckled. He didn't want to think of her in a bad light, but he had to admit that Xu Qingcheng's control over men was superb.

"Young Master Fu, we've arrived."

The driver reminded him that Duan Heng and Wang Kai had already gotten off the bus.

Fu Jingting looked away, opened the car door, and got out.

Just as Xu Qingcheng and her companion were about to leave, the staff at the entrance suddenly rushed to greet them in a tense but orderly manner, clearing a path for them to pass through.

She instinctively turned around and looked over.

A man in a pure black suit strode towards them, followed half a step behind by Duan Heng and Wang Kai. Even without the embellishment of beautiful women, the camera followed the three of them as they walked forward in their suits. Their imposing presence was a product of their status. However, it had to be admitted that his hair was pulled back, revealing his entire forehead, and a grotesque scar on his brow bone was stuck above his left eye, adding a touch of ruggedness and toughness to the man's sculpted face.

He remained handsome, capturing the public's attention.

The media cameras zoomed in, and someone exclaimed, "Fu Jingting?"

"It's Fu Jingting, isn't it? There are rumors circulating outside..."

"It's him!"

"Is Fu Jingting the person in charge of FUC?"

The media frenzy intensified immediately.

Xu Qingcheng was jostled and stumbled backward, her high heels hitting the edge of the steps and nearly causing her to fall, but Shen Muqing reached out and caught her.

She fell into his arms.

The person walking forward suddenly stopped, and the crowd seemed to freeze automatically in time with him.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the crowd, his voice indifferent, "The banquet has scheduled interviews."

Seeing the displeasure on his cold and sullen face, Duan Heng quickly interjected, "Everyone, please go into the venue. We'll answer any questions during the interview. Please maintain order."

Xu Qingcheng steadied herself by holding onto Shen Muqing's arm with one hand. "Thank you."

She thanked him politely, then looked up at the crowd that had gathered around her. There, a barrage of camera equipment was positioned, and even though he was tall enough to stand out from the crowd and firmly occupy the center position, his view was still blocked.

Xu Qingcheng turned around, took the invitation, and went to register and enter.

Her waist and hips twisted into a seductive arc.

He once said that she was most alluring in a cheongsam.