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

Fu Jingting raised his eyes. "You're questioning me?"

The tone was sarcastic.

"I told you, if you're going to support me, you can't support other women." This was the last line she left for herself with him.

She could compromise on anything else.

This won't do. He can't sleep with her while also flirting with someone else. What if he falls for someone else...?

if......

Xu Qingcheng gritted her teeth. She didn't want him to have anyone else in his heart, nor did she want him to have any physical intimacy with anyone else.

But what if he already has feelings for her?

Everything she's doing now is absurd and ridiculous.

Fu Jingting scoffed, stood up, and grabbed her chin. "Do you think I need to answer you?"

Just as Xu Qingcheng was about to speak, the doorbell rang. Fu Jingting released her and went to open the door.

"Why did you suddenly come back to live at Jingshan No. 1?" Wen Fei asked with a smile as she entered. "Actually, Nanshan Lanyuan..."

The sound suddenly stopped.

Xu Qingcheng straightened her back slightly; her very presence here was shrouded in an ambiguous atmosphere.

Wen Fei was indeed stunned when she saw Xu Qingcheng, and it wasn't hard to guess why Fu Jingting suddenly returned to Jingshan No. 1.

She paused for only a moment, then turned to Fu Jingting and asked, "You have guests here?"

With the simple phrase "guest," Xu Qingcheng was subtly positioned as an outsider.

He then greeted Xu Qingcheng with a smile, saying, "Hello, Miss Xu, it's nice to see you again. I'm here to do a routine check-up for him. It'll be quick, I hope it won't bother you?"

Wen Fei carried a first-aid kit on her back. She greeted Xu Qingcheng with a frank smile, without any suspicion, doubt, or sarcasm. It seemed as if they had just bumped into each other, and the location just happened to be his home.

Everything was just right, nothing much to say, and her coming over was merely a routine matter.

This made it impossible for Xu Qingcheng to guess the relationship between the two from her words. The distance was just right, and it seemed to be just a familiar doctor-patient relationship.

Before Xu Qingcheng could speak, Fu Jingting said, "We've finished talking."

He handed a signed copy of the agreement on the table to Xu Qingcheng, his intention to drive her away was obvious.

Wen Fei was putting down her medical kit and fiddling with her instruments.

Xu Qingcheng pursed her lips, grabbed the agreement, and turned to walk out.

She had already reached the door when she suddenly turned back, walked straight towards Fu Jingting, hooked her arm around his neck, and kissed him directly.

The movements were fluid and executed in one smooth motion.

"I'm leaving now," she said, deliberately softening her voice.

I caught a glimpse of Wen Fei's paused movement out of the corner of my eye, but Wen Fei did nothing and said nothing.

It seems that in her eyes, their behavior was normal.

Fu Jingting stared intently at her without saying a word.

A childish act of asserting sovereignty.

If their relationship was not a normal doctor-patient relationship, Wen Fei couldn't possibly have watched her kiss him without doing anything.

So, they probably didn't have a very close relationship.

So, it's likely that Zhong Wanxiu really liked Wen Fei, but he didn't.

Xu Qingcheng should have breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason she felt increasingly irritable.

She stood outside the villa and looked out; ultimately, she was an outsider now.

The sense of desolation in my heart grew stronger.

After Wen Fei finished examining Fu Jingting, she didn't ask him a single question about Xu Qingcheng. She only asked him, "Are you still going to stay at Nanshan Lanyuan? Auntie is still preparing to choose a date for our wedding banquet."

"Which day?"

"Next weekend."

"Have Duan Heng schedule the time," Fu Jingting said as he straightened his sleeves.

Wen Fei laughed, "Okay, I'll tell him."

She packed the first-aid kit, and seeing that he seemed about to leave, she asked, "Since I'm already here, shall I help you pack?"

"No need, the cleaning lady will take care of it. This isn't your job." He paused, then added, "I told Duan Heng that you can ask him for anything you need without my approval."

"You've given me a special treatment," Wen Fei laughed. "Be careful you don't spoil me too much and make me run wild."

Lawless.

Fu Jingting chuckled, his finger brushing against the corner of his lips, then his smile vanished abruptly. "I might not be able to consider everything, and I might not be thorough enough. Duan Heng is more meticulous."

"How has Uncle Wen been feeling lately?"

"He's alright, he doesn't have any major worries right now. He's just been nagging you to take care of yourself; he went through so much to bring you back from the brink of death, he doesn't want you to squander your health."

"I've been too busy lately, I'll go see him when I'm done."

The two came out of the villa, where the driver was already waiting. "I'll have the driver give you a ride on his way."

Wen Fei didn't refuse and got into the car.

The villa area is mostly located far from the city center. Xu Qingcheng called a car, but her phone showed that she would have to wait another twenty minutes or so.

She stood outside waiting, and when she heard the car coming out, it was too late to dodge, so she simply straightened her back and stood with her chin slightly raised.

As the car pulled out, the driver spotted Xu Qingcheng first, but hesitated to point it out because Wen Fei was also there.

On the contrary, Wen Fei said, "Oh, isn't that Miss Xu? It must be hard to get a taxi here."

As she spoke, she subtly observed Fu Jingting's expression.

His face was tense, and it was impossible to discern the meaning behind his expression.

At Wen Fei's signal, the driver stopped the car beside Xu Qingcheng. She rolled down the window and said with a smile, "Miss Xu, please get in. We'll give you a ride."

Wen Fei has an oval face and a gentle, clean-cut temperament; she is a classic Eastern beauty. Her smile is even more gentle, and her tone is soft and non-aggressive.

Beautiful and gentle.

Exquisite and fine.

Xu Qingcheng stared at Wen Fei, her gaze passing over to the man in the back seat.

However, before she could refuse, the person inside the car spoke up, "Drive."

"Hey, why are you like this? It's just a coincidence." Her voice was soft, as if she was complaining about his coldness.

It also sounds like she's being coquettish.

The sound slid past her ear, and Xu Qingcheng lowered her eyes and laughed. Compared to Wen Fei's nonchalant attitude, her kiss seemed ridiculous.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Wen Fei saw Xu Qingcheng getting smaller and smaller. She slowly curled her lips and then looked away.

He's just an ex-wife; even if he still has feelings for her, those feelings will gradually fade over time.

Even the most intense passion will fade, unable to compare to the gentle flow of daily life, which is plain but enduring.

Xu Qingcheng looked up at the sky. The sun was dazzling. She raised her hand to shield her eyes and squinted, wondering in a daze why she felt so cold when the sun was shining brightly and the weather was warm.

When Song Chang arrived at Xinghewan, she rang the doorbell for a long time before Xu Qingcheng finally came to open the door for her. Her eyes were red and she was still crying.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"I was chopping onions," Xu Qingcheng said, wiping her eyes with her hand as if trying to wipe away her tears.

As a result, my eyes started to tear up even more.

"Then don't rub your eyes with your hands," Song Chang said as she entered the room.

He took off his coat and tossed it on the sofa, rolled up his sleeves, and went into the kitchen. "What are you chopping onions for?"

"Cumin potato and beef stir-fry."

Onions are just an ingredient.

Song Chang happened to be nearby. She had originally invited Xu Qingcheng out for lunch, but Xu Qingcheng said she was cooking at home and asked Song Chang to come over instead.

Actually, Song Chang didn't really want to come and eat, because Xu Qingcheng's cooking skills were really terrible.

Standing at the kitchen doorway, Song Chang looked at the messy kitchen and his forehead twitched.

There was a pile of chopped onions on the cutting board; there must have been four or five of them.

No wonder her eyes were so red.

"Do we really need so many onions?" Song Chang asked her, turning around.

Xu Qingcheng said, "I bought four, but they're useless to me, so I cut them all up."

She sniffed, then reached out to wipe her eyes, but after raising her hand halfway, she put it down.

Seeing her red nose and red eyes, Song Chang thought she looked truly pitiful. She clicked her tongue and said, "You didn't invite me here to eat, you invited me here to serve you food, didn't you?"

"Go wash your hands, I'll take care of the rest. I'm speechless."

Xu Qingcheng went to wash her hands. Looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes were very red. She was cutting onions while tears streamed down her face. She couldn't tell whether she was crying or being irritated by the onions.

Fu Jingting is a complete bastard.

How annoying.

I curse him to go out...

He bit his lower lip hard with his teeth and spat!