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

Even though they knew it was impossible for a criminal to come out from inside, they were still startled when they were dragged in.

With a short gasp, Xu Qingcheng instinctively called his name, "Fu Jingting!"

The next moment, he had already pinned her against the wall, her back pressed against his chest. He pressed her forward, and Xu Qingcheng's face was almost touching the wall.

In the dark, vision is limited. Hearing and smell become exceptionally sensitive.

The man smelled strongly of tobacco, which mingled with the strong smell of alcohol on her, creating an even more intense effect.

Her ears were filled with his breath, light and gentle, like a spring breeze tickling the roots of her ears.

She tilted her head slightly to avoid him, a very subtle movement, but he still noticed. As punishment, he bit her ear lightly. "Why are you dodging?"

His teeth grazed her earlobe, and his wet tongue seemed to lick it unintentionally. Xu Qingcheng's body stiffened and went limp, and her face turned an unbelievable red. She said in a muffled voice, "I didn't dodge. Why did you call me over?"

"What? Don't you know?"

He chuckled softly, his voice muffled, suppressed, sarcastic, and carrying an indescribable emotion.

He can control himself when he can't see her, but when he does, he wants to torment her, as if he can only feel good when she is unhappy.

This obsessive, even morbid, emotion was making him very uncomfortable. He couldn't bear to see her smiling so brightly at others, no matter who that person was or what their relationship was with her.

The happier she laughed, the more pain he felt. Even in his most difficult times, he dreamt of her cold, sharp voice: "Fu Jingting, I don't love you."

A single word, "I don't love you," was like a death sentence for him. She didn't even want his child.

She played mind games with him, saying she wouldn't give up on Shengshi, so he tried every means to see how to protect Shengshi. But she teamed up with Ye Tinghong and Fu Hongxin to stab him in the heart.

Show no mercy, kill him with a single blow, and let him fight to the death with the King of Hell.

What gives her the right?!

Just because he loves her and was momentarily soft-hearted, she can be so unscrupulous.

But now, he won't give her the chance to act recklessly. If she wants to play, then let's see who's the best.

He pressed his body against hers, his arms wrapped around her waist from behind, and with a forceful pull, her stomach was pressed tightly against his, and her lower body was pressed firmly against his.

Xu Qingcheng braced her hands against the wall, her face flushed, angry at him for treating her like that.

On one hand, she couldn't suppress her desire for him, her heart pounding wildly. This secret feeling was both shameful and uneasy, loving yet painful. He had no idea that her heart was being roasted on a fire by him all along.

"Turn on the light." Xu Qingcheng said, reaching for the light switch.

She was about to touch him when he picked her up and pulled her away, not letting her turn on the light. "Why would you need the light on for something like this?"

He took that road only because Zhong Wanxiu gave him the key, and on a whim, he decided to come and visit Jingshan No. 1. Who knew he would see her on the road by such a coincidence.

Various men come and go around her, but she remains carefree and unrestrained.

She reeked of alcohol, which was unpleasant to smell.

The man grabbed her and ripped off her suit jacket, leaving it on the ground. He also tore open her shirt. Xu Qingcheng was furious. "Fu Jingting, I don't want to be like this with you."

The room was pitch black because no one lived there and all the curtains were drawn, so not a single ray of light could get in.

"Don't want to? You didn't say that last night. Going back on your word is really commonplace for you." Fu Jingting chuckled, his hand reaching out from behind in the darkness.

Xu Qingcheng groaned in pain, grabbing his wrists with both hands to try and stop him.

The man stopped applying pressure and instead asked her, "Does it hurt?"

His voice was so soft that Xu Qingcheng had the illusion that he genuinely cared about her pain.

She nodded, then thought he probably couldn't see, and was about to speak when her voice changed.

His touch was gentle, yet alluring. Compared to the wildness and brutality of the previous night, it was now like a gentle breeze and fine rain, like needles pricking the skin, causing a sensation that was both itchy and painful.

His lips caressed the side of her neck carefully, then kissed her shoulder, with the same devotion and tenderness one would show to a precious gem.

Her forehead was pressed against the wall, her temples throbbing, and her breathing was a little erratic. He was holding her in his arms, and it was fortunate that he was holding her, otherwise Xu Qingcheng was afraid that she would slip down.

His sudden change in attitude left Xu Qingcheng puzzled. However, since he wouldn't allow the lights to be turned on, she couldn't see his face or his expression, let alone guess what was going on.

Her shirt and pants were stripped off. Xu Qingcheng let out a soft moan and leaned helplessly into his arms, her voice trembling, "Going back on your word, you should at least agree to it first. Didn't you never agree to my conditions?"

She struggled to break free from his embrace, but as soon as her back left his chest, she was pulled back in. Her bare skin pressed against the buttons of his shirt, the icy touch tightening every nerve.

"As expected, she's very meticulous in her planning." Fu Jingting snorted, biting her shoulder hard with his teeth, though it was only for a moment.

Before the pain receptors even reached his brain, he had already switched from biting to licking. "I can agree to all your conditions and arrange for a headhunter to negotiate with Chen Rui."

Xu Qingcheng felt her blood rush to her head. She turned around in his arms, and even though she couldn't see clearly in the darkness, at such a close distance, she could still see each other's outlines.

"Whenever I need to contact you, you can come over."

Xu Qingcheng suddenly reached out and cupped his face in her hands. She held back her sobs, trying to keep her voice from choking back tears. "You'll support me? I'm expensive, and I have a lot of quirks. If you support me, you can't support other women. I won't be a mistress. And you can't treat me like you did yesterday. It hurts so much, it still hurts now."

As she spoke, her voice betrayed her grievances, "If you can agree to all of this, okay, no problem, I can agree to it."

He remained silent for a long time in the darkness, then chuckled softly. The laughter contained so much, as if mocking her for pushing her luck.

Before he could speak, Xu Qingcheng tiptoed to kiss his lips, her tongue boldly probing into his mouth, preventing him from refusing or saying anything that would hurt her even more.

She tried desperately to bring the two of them together as much as possible, and bravely rushed to his side, but she was also too timid to even listen to a single word he said.

Entangled and mired in contradictions, darkness can conceal a variety of emotions, escalating ambiguity.

When the sun comes out, I wonder if I'll still be able to be so courageous.

The woman's deliberate seduction led the man to an irresistible point. Fu Jingting reached out and lifted her up, leading her into the bedroom.

Whether it was her words or not, he wasn't as rough as he was yesterday, and her body succumbed to his teasing, completely surrendering.

She didn't even know how she fell asleep; it was her phone ringing that woke her up.

There was no one beside him; the entire space was quiet.

The curtains were drawn back, leaving only a sheer veil, allowing light to filter in. The room's layout remained unchanged, just as it had always been.

Xu Qingcheng's nose suddenly felt sore, and memories of the past rushed into her mind like a torrent.

The sound of him calling her Mrs. Fu with ill intent was still so clear, yet it felt so distant.

She schemed and plotted back then, finally marrying him with a fake pregnancy, but now she's not even as good as she started.

But she was unwilling to give up without even trying. She kept thinking, perhaps wishfully, that he wasn't entirely indifferent to her; after all, he still liked her body, didn't he?

That's just her personality; she won't turn back until she hits a brick wall.

Xu Qingcheng got up. There were only his clothes in the wardrobe. She had packed her things away when she left, but his clothes were there. He must have changed into new clothes when he came back. Some of the tags were still on.

She casually grabbed one of his shirts and put it on, then walked out bare-legged. The scattered clothes were collected into the laundry basket in the bathroom. At that moment, she had nothing on her except his shirt.

The villa was quiet, and Xu Qingcheng thought he had left.

Xu Qingcheng had to take deep breaths to prevent her discomfort from showing on her face.

As she came down the stairs, she was surprised to hear voices. The man was on the phone, and the living room was filled with the aroma of coffee.

He was on the phone, stirring his coffee. His shirt was on, and the sleeves were rolled up several times, revealing a strong forearm with smooth muscle lines.

Bathed in the warm morning sun, it was so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes.

She still vividly remembered the cold wind blowing through the Yuanjiang River in the early hours of that day; she thought he had truly left.

Even though he harbored hatred for her, she still felt the joy of regaining what she had lost.

Fu Jingting hung up the phone, turned around, and saw her standing on the steps looking at him, her full figure loosely covered by his shirt.

"come over."