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

Xu Qingcheng carefully selected the photos, and although they weren't actually taken, at least the atmosphere conveyed by the photos was very good.

The way they looked at each other seemed very affectionate.

Once she exposed the news of Ye Wenhan causing trouble, Fu Jingting's identity as a fake boyfriend became a necessity.

Xu Qingcheng knew perfectly well that he would not cooperate with her, but she couldn't think too far ahead at once, so she could only take it one step at a time.

Xu Qingcheng took the black trench coat with her when she left.

She took it to the dry cleaners, and the manager glanced at her. "Ms. Xu, this dress is damaged. Do you want it washed?"

"Um."

The store manager smiled at her. "It seems this dress is very important to you. Is it for your boyfriend?"

Xu Qingcheng didn't respond. After registering, she came out.

The sun wasn't too strong this season, but Xu Qingcheng still felt slightly dizzy, probably due to lack of sleep and low blood sugar.

Xu Qingcheng opened her bag, took out a piece of candy, and put it in her mouth.

She got into the car, and her assistant looked at her. "Ms. Xu, should we take you home first or to the company?"

Xu Qingcheng chewed the candy in her mouth; it was very milky and sweet. She didn't actually like this kind of candy much; it was sticky and annoying.

But at this moment, as she wrapped the candy wrapper around her fingers again and again, she actually felt that having such a thing was quite nice.

"Tell me first, what exactly do they mean?" Xu Qingcheng leaned back in her car seat.

The Ye family acted swiftly, and the news was quickly and completely deleted. But that couldn't keep up with the speed of spread; news can be deleted, but word of mouth spreads, and you can't stop it.

However, it also has side effects.

Being embroiled in such negative news is a significant blow to Shengchang Group, which was already in dire straits.

The public's reaction to Mrs. Xu's suicide is largely speculation that Shengchang Group is probably on its last legs. Otherwise, how could a young girl commit suicide just because she made a fuss?

Some of Xu Shengchang's long-time associates within the group reacted strongly, demanding to audit the financial statements and investigate Xu Qingcheng's work performance, clearly indicating their extreme distrust of her.

"They questioned your recent decisions and proposed to bring them back to the meeting for discussion." The assistant handed over a document listing the items they proposed to revisit.

Xu Qingcheng glanced at the document, her gaze landing on the sale of the laser business. Her eyes narrowed, and her fingers tightened around the document. "The sale of the laser business needs to be discussed again?"

The assistant was startled by the sternness in her voice, and her own voice tightened. "Yes, they said the contract hasn't been officially signed yet..."

With a thud, Xu Qingcheng slammed the document in her hand onto the back of the seat in front of her.

The assistant instinctively tilted his head back, afraid he might accidentally slap him in the face.

Xu Qingcheng closed her eyes tightly, feeling dizzy with anger.

She composed herself and said, "What did they say? Repeat it to me word for word, without omitting a single word."

"Ms. Xu," the assistant said hesitantly, but under pressure, she swallowed hard. "Then I'll tell you."

"Director Chen said that you can't just look at the immediate benefits when you do things. You have to take a long-term view. We have invested a lot in the laser business and obtained many cutting-edge technology patents. The future development potential is huge. There is no reason to give it away for nothing."

"Give it away for free? Xintou has already raised its acquisition price by another three percentage points. Are you blind?"

The assistant, her eyes brimming with tears, said, "It wasn't me. It was Director Chen and the others..."

Xu Qingcheng waved her hand, signaling him to continue.

"They also said..." the assistant's voice trailed off, "They also said this business isn't something you can just discuss in bed... Mr. Xu, please don't be angry. They're just judging people with prejudice. I know how much you've put into this. All that talk outside is nonsense..."

The assistant saw that Xu Qingcheng's face had turned pale, and he was really in a difficult position. President Xu had told him not to miss a single word, but those people were so old and their words were really unpleasant.

Xu Qingcheng remained motionless for a long time.

After a long pause, she finally spoke, "Take me home."

She wasn't unaware of how outsiders perceived her, but she worked diligently to find a way out for Shengchang Group. All her business dealings were transparent, with clear profit and loss statements, ensuring they weren't shortchanged in the slightest. These were all veterans who had helped her father build the empire, people who had watched her grow up, yet they spoke of her behind her back.

Ultimately, it's because my mentality isn't strong enough.

Xu Qingcheng scoffed.

She got out of the car, went upstairs, and changed her clothes.

Looking at her pale, ghost-like face, Xu Qingcheng simply skipped lipstick and chose a white, artsy long dress instead.

She chose a soft, feminine shawl to wear, and with her slightly wavy long hair draped over her shoulders, she looked even more like a ghost.

No, I'm sickly.

Go downstairs.

As Xu Qingcheng came downstairs, her assistant's eyes followed her every move, his mouth agape.

It's that feeling where you suddenly realize that the most beautiful and gentle first love in your mind during adolescence has just appeared out of nowhere.

"Drive to the Fu Group."

The assistant snapped out of her daze as soon as she opened her mouth.

First love? That doesn't exist.

On the way, Xu Qingcheng asked the driver to stop once so she could buy a bag of medicine at a pharmacy.

Then they went straight to the Fu Group building.

Before getting out of the car, Xu Qingcheng called Fu Jingting. His assistant answered the phone and was very polite, "Hello, Ms. Xu, Mr. Fu is in a meeting. Is there anything you need me to convey?"

"Assistant Duan, I'm downstairs at the Fu Group building. Is it convenient for me to come up and wait for him?"

Duan Heng, "..." What... what kind of operation is this? Young Master Fu didn't explain this!

"Miss Xu, please wait a moment."

Xu Qingcheng hummed in agreement, hung up the phone, and then got out of the car with the medicine. "You guys go back first."

The assistant and driver exchanged a glance and obediently left.

Xu Qingcheng stood outside the Fu Group building. She looked up at the towering group headquarters office building, where the two office buildings intersected, with a spacious reception area in the middle.

She walked over, but the security gate kept her outside.

The receptionist smiled politely. "Who are you looking for?"

"Fu Jingting".

The moment the name was mentioned, everyone around, busy or not, turned to look.

After all, there aren't many people who can address someone by their first name.

Do you have an appointment?

"No. I'll wait a moment, Assistant Duan."

"Alright, this way please." The receptionist politely led Xu Qingcheng to the waiting area and even brought her a cup of coffee.

With eyes falling from all directions, Xu Qingcheng felt a little regretful. She should have put on makeup and worn clothes that accentuated her figure and gave her a powerful presence.

She was so focused on playing the victim that she forgot about this crucial point. Even if the photos were taken, they couldn't be posted, but to be stared at like this and act like this...

Miss Xu was filled with regret.

She subtly covered her face with her hand.

Instead of Duan Heng, Fu Jingting showed up.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, a group of people in suits and leather shoes came out. He stood out the most among them, and his serious and unsmiling demeanor made Xu Qingcheng straighten her back.

Duan Heng followed behind him, but had no time or opportunity to report.

After Fu Jingting saw the person off, he turned to walk back, and Duan Heng had only a chance to say goodbye to him.

The man walked inside, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping towards Xu Qingcheng's location as Duan Heng spoke. A sudden smirk appeared on his lips. "Tell her I'm busy. Tell her to go to Jingshan No. 1."