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

Both of them had red wine on them, and even though they hadn't drunk much, they still smelled strongly of alcohol.

The fragrance made Xu Qingcheng's heart burn.

She was so close that she could reach out and hug him, but seeing the coldness and mockery on his face, Xu Qingcheng didn't dare to extend her hand.

Knowing full well that he despises her, she dared not openly express any of her love.

They carefully guarded their worthless self-esteem.

"I didn't think that way." Xu Qingcheng bit her lip, her body unconsciously leaning back, wanting to get a little further away from him. She felt her heart was beating too fast and her breathing too rapid, and if she got too close, he would hear everything.

But she couldn't bear to be far away. He was finally this close to her, and the curve of his taut jawline was incredibly sexy. She wanted to bite him and leave a tooth mark to see if it hurt.

This feeling of wanting to get close yet not daring to is so torturous, it's making my brain malfunction.

She pouted and asked him, "If you don't still have feelings for me, then you hate me, which is why you insist on competing with me?"

Xu Qingcheng is a beauty, a bewitching enchantress. Her eyes are captivating, and even a single strand of her hair has the power to entangle a man. Who can deny that?

But when Fu Jingting saw her biting her lip and looking at him with misty eyes, his face turned as black as if he had been smeared with charcoal, and he was so angry that his head was throbbing.

He suddenly straightened up, pulling himself away from her, his eyes full of mockery. He seemed too lazy to even say another word to her, coldly uttering only two words: "Get out!"

The sound was chillingly cold.

He told her to leave, those two cold words shattered her pride.

Xu Qingcheng stood still, gritting her teeth. No one else would have given her such a hard time.

But because it was him, she endured it.

My nose was stinging from holding back tears, and I felt like crying.

Xu Qingcheng thought to herself, why bother humiliating herself like this? She really wanted to just walk away and slam the door shut.

I don't want to be bothered by his expression.

But at this moment, his feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, and even though he had lost all face, he still stood there motionless.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she glared at him resentfully, "Why are you yelling? You spilled your wine on me! How am I supposed to go out like this?"

Fu Jingting's anger was rising to his head. He had a cold face, and although he didn't change his expression, he was very irritable inside.

She, on the contrary, felt wronged, and the veins on her forehead bulged. The two glared at each other, neither willing to give an inch.

Fu Jingting was so angry at her that he sneered. He called the front desk and asked them to send over a set of women's clothing.

He took his spare clothes and went into the restroom to change.

His face was reflected in the mirror, taut and ashen, clearly showing an angry expression.

As Fu Jingting watched, he gradually calmed down. He lowered his eyes and carefully straightened his shirt, finding it amusing that he had been so easily provoked.

Xu Qingcheng didn't actually have much wine on her body; most of it was spilled on Fu Jingting. Her cheongsam today had a complicated pattern, so it wasn't very noticeable. She was about to leave the banquet when she bumped into him.

I've only met him twice since I learned he was still alive, and it seems we haven't exchanged a single serious word.

Xu Qingcheng sat on the sofa in the suite, covering her face in frustration. Why couldn't they just speak properly?

The bathroom door opened, and Xu Qingcheng hurriedly put her hands down. She saw him already tidying up and walking out, throwing the shirt he had taken off into the trash can right in front of her.

A person's emotions can be reflected in their actions. Even if someone's expression seems calm now, there is still life in the action they just performed.

He walked out, not even glancing at her, and said, "The hotel will send you clothes. Change and leave. Leave your room key at the front desk."

"Wait a minute, I have something to tell you." Xu Qingcheng stood up and called out to him.

Fu Jingting tilted his head, his gaze fixed on her face. "For business matters, contact my assistant. I have nothing to discuss with you regarding personal matters."

"Fu Jingting!"

Xu Qingcheng felt uncomfortable after hearing his words. She was afraid she might burst into tears. "Do you have to talk to me like this? I just want you to put aside your prejudices and let's talk about whether there are any opportunities for cooperation on the issue of Shengshi. Don't just end it with one side saying there's no possibility of cooperation. Let's be fair."

Fu Jingting scoffed, "When did Miss Xu become so naive? You're talking to me about fairness in the business world?"

Yes, the rule of competition in the business world is to see who can break through the encirclement without breaking the law.

There are countless methods, but fairness is something you have to fight for.

She's so naive to say something like that.

Xu Qingcheng felt a throbbing pain in her temples. She raised her hand to press it. "What conditions or requirements do you have? You can make them up, and we can discuss them."

"Conditions?" Fu Jingting chuckled softly, his gaze falling on her, scrutinizing her from head to toe as if she were a product.

Even with such an aggressive and offensive gaze, Xu Qingcheng showed no resistance, only nervousness.

"Yes, what are the conditions?"

The man suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly into his embrace, his arm wrapped around her waist like iron. "Miss Xu, you can use the same trick again. After all, I still have some lingering feelings for your body."

Her body was tightly encircled in his arms, his arms strong and powerful. Being held by him again, the feeling was contradictory.

She longed for him and anticipated it; she couldn't deceive herself about her feelings for him.

Yet it's hard not to be hurt by the subtext in his words, and my heart suddenly aches.

She was in so much pain that her face turned pale.

"What, you followed me to my room today just to seduce me?" He hooked his finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

Her face was still beautiful and captivating, but it was also filled with poison.

If you get it, you won't survive.

Yet it's addictive.

When a pair of eyes stares at you, it's as if those eyes see only you and nothing else.

But she doesn't even blink when she's being ruthless.

The man's face was tense, and his tone was playful, but Xu Qingcheng could feel the strong sense of rejection in his chest from their close bodies.

His heart was ripped open like that; he truly didn't want her.

The doorbell suddenly rang; it must be the person bringing the clothes up.

Fu Jingting shoved the person away abruptly. He turned to open the door, but as soon as he took a step, his wrist was grabbed. Before he could even turn around, the woman was already pressed against him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

Xu Qingcheng closed her eyes, not daring to look at his face. Her heart ached so much, yet she still didn't want to let him go.

"Okay, I agree." She landed, her arm still draped over his shoulder, her eyes crinkling with a charming smile that concealed all her true emotions. "If I didn't look for you, I would have looked for someone else. We're already quite familiar with each other, so it saves us the trouble of getting to know each other."

Fu Jingting's face suddenly turned extremely gloomy. Ignoring the doorbell, he shoved her against the wall. His powerful body pressed down on her, and before Xu Qingcheng could even recover from the sudden pain in her back, her chin was gripped tightly, so tightly that she felt her bones were about to shatter. "It hurts."

Before she could even utter a sound of pain, her lips were kissed fiercely—no, not a kiss.

It was more like a brutal tearing.

"Ugh..." Xu Qingcheng whimpered in pain, instinctively trying to push him away, but her hand slid across his chest and hugged him instead. Her voice, tinged with grievance, spilled out between their intertwined lips, "Gently, it hurts so much."