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

Without waiting for his reply, she laughed again, "Anyway, whether you're satisfied or not, it's fine as it is."

Fu Jingting put down his spoon and pushed the empty bowl forward. "I'm finished eating."

The implication is clear: you clean up the mess.

Xu Qingcheng remained seated, saying, "Even a nanny is much cheaper than me. Are you out of your mind to spend so much money to have me wash your dishes?"

She returned to him exactly what he had said.

Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow, picked up a strawberry with a fruit fork, and asked her, "Can't a nanny cut fruit too?"

Xu Qingcheng gritted her teeth. She was angry and aggrieved. If she didn't like him, so be it. She could argue with him no matter what he said.

But she liked it, so every word he said was like rubbing salt into her already broken heart.

It was like cutting into her heart piece by piece; it wouldn't kill her, so she could just let the pain linger.

Xu Qingcheng suddenly put down her fruit fork, got up and walked directly to him. Taking advantage of his holding up the fruit fork, she picked up a strawberry and put it in her mouth. She grabbed his shirt, bent down and fed him the strawberry.

The soft, juicy flesh melts in your mouth, leaving a sweet strawberry flavor on your lips and teeth. The auntie selling the strawberries said they were grown in her own greenhouse and had just been picked and delivered directly to you. They were fresh and sweet, and she wanted to try some.

She tried it and thought it was delicious, so she bought a big box so he could try it too.

But he spoke to her coldly.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her down onto his body. The woman sat on his lap. The strawberry was eaten, leaving not a drop of juice. All that remained were their slightly heavier breathing.

Her lips parted slightly from his, her bright, delicate lips as soft and sweet as small strawberries. Her watery eyes gazed at him. "Does a nanny feed you fruit like this?"

Fu Jingting's eyes blazed with fire that seemed to pierce through the darkness. The veins on either side of his temples bulged as if he was trying his best to suppress his emotions. His arms around her waist tightened as if he wanted to break her waist. Her body was pressed against his, and she could clearly feel the vibration of his chest, a suppressed and repulsive force.

Even though he held her so tightly, that sense of rejection still seeped out from every little bit.

Fu Jingting could not deny that her body still held a strong and fatal attraction for him, creating a powerful contradiction between the physical attraction and his extreme inner repulsion.

How could someone as perceptive as Xu Qingcheng not sense it?

Does he not like her, so he doesn't even want to touch her body?

Even if you feel it physically, you don't want to.

Xu Qingcheng suppressed the rising bitterness in her eyes and asked him in a low voice, "Do you still want to eat?"

He didn't speak, so she took some fruit and fed it to him as before, then hugged him tightly when he tried to push her away.

She covered his eyes with her palm, preventing herself from seeing the shameless Xu Qingcheng in his eyes.

Fu Jingting probably doesn't know that Xu Qingcheng no longer dares to look into his eyes, which are so dark and heavy, but she is not in them.

Or rather, she was in there, but her existence was too pathetic and shameless.

Her kisses were tender as she kissed his wounds, then suddenly she bit down hard, leaving a deep tooth mark. She felt his body tense in pain and his heavy breathing rise and fall. She had to try very hard not to let her tears fall.

His heart is hidden here, but it doesn't belong to her.

Her teeth marks would at most remain on his skin for a few days, and then disappear without a trace.

This realization left Xu Qingcheng feeling helpless, yet there was nothing she could do.

The scars on his chest were hideous and terrifying. She kissed them reverently, but the man suddenly pulled her up violently.

His eyes burned with fire, anger, and an inexplicable surge of emotions. Fu Jingting's gaze was both cold and hot, yet also ruthless.

He roughly picked the person up and threw them directly onto the sofa in the living room.

The living room lights were very bright, almost blinding.

The man ripped off his shirt and threw it aside, exposing his wounds to the air and to Xu Qingcheng's eyes.

He never let her touch him, or even see him.

The scar was like a forbidden lock, spanning his chest and abdomen, completely blocking her from opening it.

He grabbed her ankle and bent it upwards. Xu Qingcheng screamed and fell onto the sofa, losing her balance.

When her head bumped into something furry, Xu Qingcheng turned her eyes and stared right into the eyes of the little teddy bear plush toy.

It felt as if my heart had suddenly split open.

As the man leaned in to press down on her, she suddenly stood up, hooking her arms around his neck. "Not here, let's go to the bedroom."

"Is there a difference?" Fu Jingting scoffed, his fingers pinching her chin. "Miss Xu, you even choose the location? You shouldn't have tried to seduce me in the restaurant just now."

"Not here."

Xu Qingcheng's voice trembled slightly, but she still persisted.

He refused, and Xu Qingcheng's eyes reddened. She gripped his arm with her fingers, "I beg you, not here, let's go to the bedroom, you can do whatever you want."

The man stared at her for a while, then reached around her back and easily lifted her up.

Xu Qingcheng reached out and grabbed his fallen shirt, then casually tossed it onto the sofa.

It just so happened that it covered the two puppies.

They were blindfolded.

If you can't see it, you won't know.

They might assume that their parents have always been very loving, but perhaps due to certain circumstances, they are unable to be together.

All those ugly, hurtful, and hurtful things.

You've been hurt, you've suffered, and you've loved—that's enough.

……

Xie Yin's special ringtone woke Xu Qingcheng up in the morning.

She groggily reached her hand out from under the covers, grabbed her phone, and answered, "Brother Yin."

"Not up yet?" Her voice sounded lazy; she clearly hadn't woken up properly.

"Um."

Xu Qingcheng hummed in response, her eyelids still closed; she hadn't had enough sleep yet.

"Yuanyuan wants to talk to you."

I heard a child's soft, sweet voice calling out, "Mommy, Mommy..."

Xu Qingcheng's heart softened completely, so much so that she wanted to cry. "Good morning, baby."

"I miss you so much."

I really want to hug you.

"Yao, yao, kiss."

Xu Qingcheng pouted and pressed her lips to the phone. Her voice was lazy and soft, and her coquettish demeanor was incredibly alluring.

When Fu Jingting came out of the restroom, he saw her acting all coquettish towards someone.

"How old are you? Alright, get up. Just bear with it a little longer, we'll see each other soon." Xie Yin's voice, tinged with laughter, came through the phone.

"Is there anything else you need to take back?"

"Hmm~ Hmm~ That's all." Xu Qingcheng shook her head, and even with her eyes closed, you could feel the slight smile on her face. "I don't need anything, I just hope that Brother Yin will come back."

The man stopped drying his hair, his arm holding the towel trembling. His face was ashen as he stared at the woman on the bed.

She was covered in his marks, still in his bed, yet she was flirting with other men.