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

Fu Jingting stepped into the villa, his thin lips pressed tightly together, his entire face gloomy and cold.

There was a bone-chilling cold.

This morning, Duan Heng had just reported to him that the Xu family's investment had only reached 15%, and there was still a 5% shortfall that might not be covered within the stipulated time.

Xu Qingcheng initially allocated Shengshi's funds under the guise of dividends, but in reality, according to the Xu family's shareholding ratio at the time, the amount allocated to her and her siblings was not large.

This time, the 20% capital contribution from Shengshi will likely be difficult for them to make up for in the short term, because they have no collateral and even if they take out a loan, they don't have enough assets to pledge.

If they want to resort to loan sharking, we'll just drag them in.

In other words, the Xu siblings had no other options.

The only one is Fu Jingting.

We negotiated with FUC to make an initial commitment, and will gradually make up the shortfall in the future.

Or perhaps Fu Shao could lend a hand and make up the balance.

"Miss Xu has called your work number many times." Fu Jingting blocked her directly on his personal account. Xu Qingcheng called his work number several times, but no one answered.

Duan Heng glanced at Fu Jingting's expression. Although he didn't really like Xu Qingcheng, Fu Jingting had given the Xu family such a big opportunity during the Shengshi event. Duan Heng suddenly realized that he shouldn't go too far. He still had to say what needed to be said, "Actually, it's also possible to subscribe to the shares. By next year..."

Before Duan Heng could finish speaking, Fu Jingting stopped him, saying, "Since we've reached an agreement, let's stick to it. Everyone needs to uphold the spirit of the contract."

The mere mention of the spirit of the contract silenced Duan Heng, but he was actually quite happy. This showed that it was purely a business transaction without any personal feelings involved. Very good, even if Xu Qingcheng begged Fu Shao, this outcome wouldn't change.

Therefore, Duan Heng also notified Xu Qingyao in a very official manner that the deadline stipulated in the contract should not be delayed.

Duan Heng could even ask him indirectly whether he wanted to postpone the payment, whether he wanted to subscribe to the contract or if there were other options, and he also reminded him that Miss Xu had called many times, probably about this matter.

Did he think that he would compromise without any bottom line whenever Xu Qingcheng was involved?

She really did have the nerve to swallow her pride.

Even at their closest, he never heard her utter a single word of love.

Fu Jingting closed his eyes tightly to regain his composure.

When Wen Fei saw Fu Jingting enter, she knew she couldn't avoid him, so she simply stood still.

She had already entered the villa, but she inadvertently saw a person standing in the shadows under the wisteria flowers of her neighbor.

The moonlight secretly shone on her, and her white chiffon dress adorned with flowers swayed gently in the evening breeze. The woman and the flowers complemented each other, creating a stunningly beautiful scene.

Xu Qingcheng's gaze remained fixed on Fu Jingting, oblivious to the fact that Wen Fei was standing right at the gate of Nanshan Lanyuan.

Wen Fei should have ignored her, but Xu Qingcheng's gaze was too intense, making her heart burn and her heart race. She couldn't help but hide to the side and heard Fu Jingting's merciless rejection.

She even seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

When Fu Jingting saw her, he paused, his expression still cold and stern.

He stopped at the villa's entrance. Wen Fei glanced outside and asked him, "Should I explain? Miss Xu may have misunderstood."

"unnecessary."

Fu Jingting's thin lips were pressed into a thin line.

"Fu Jingting, where is Qingcheng?" Song Chang lifted her skirt and jumped in front of him, her tone full of accusation.

She searched the entire villa but couldn't find anyone.

Song Chang was burning with anxiety. She hated herself for not even understanding her own relationship problems, yet she was trying to push Qingcheng forward.

Why are we going forward? We're just falling into a pit.

Fu Jingting looked at her with cold eyes, clearly quite annoyed by her rudeness.

"Don't give me that look, I'm not afraid of you." Song Chang put one hand on her hip. "If I had known you were getting engaged today, I wouldn't have come. You're using the wedding banquet as an excuse to get engaged. Oh, at least you have some shame, knowing that second marriages should be done secretly and not too ostentatiously, so you pulled this stunt."

When Song Chang gets angry, she can't hold back with her words. She glanced at Wen Fei with disdain and said, "Young Master Fu's taste is getting worse and worse. He really isn't picky. He'll take anyone."

"You!" Wen Fei's face flushed red with anger.

Song Xingzhi rushed over and covered Song Chang's mouth, afraid that she would ruin the banquet and cause trouble if word got back to the adults. "Say less."

Song Chang bit down hard on Song Xingzhi's finger, venting all her frustrations from tonight and everything else.

Song Xingzhi winced in pain, his face turning pale, but he still managed to drag the person aside. "What's wrong with you?"

"Qingcheng is right here!!" Song Chang gritted his teeth, his eyes reddening as he spoke, tears suddenly falling down his face. "Little brother, there are some things you don't know."

Outside Nanshan Orchid Garden.

Xu Qingcheng couldn't hear the buzzing of the motorcycle.

Xu Qingyao's face was ashen. Sister Chang sent him a location and told him to come over.

The details were vague, only mentioning that Fu Jingting was engaged and that he was sent to take his sister away.

The young man's tense body was poised to explode. His cheeks puffed up with anger, but he clenched them tightly with great effort. He turned and walked past Xu Qingcheng into the villa, but she grabbed him. "Qingyao."

Her voice choked with emotion as she shook her head at Xu Qingyao, her tears flying away and scattering into the air.

Tears welled up in her eyes again, and the tears kept falling, one after another.

Xu Qingyao had never seen her like this before. She bit her lip, her voice choked with sobs as she tried her best to remain calm. Her lips were even bleeding from being bitten.

Without saying a word, he took the helmet and put it on her, silently fastening it for her and closing the visor to completely cover her tear-streaked face.

I took off my coat and put it on her.

Xu Qingyao really wanted to punch Fu Jingting. He might not be able to beat Fu Jingting in other aspects, but when it came to fighting, Fu Jingting was definitely not as good as him.

A twenty-year-old young man is at the peak of his physical strength.

He wasn't joking when he said those words to Fu Jingting in prison.

Don't say he understands love at such a young age. He may not understand it, but his time in prison has made him more realistic.

Power and money are necessities.

With this, you'll have the confidence to protect your family and loved ones.

Ye Tinghong said he loved her, but in the end, he still let go.

Therefore, Xu Qingyao did not expect Fu Jingting to love his sister for a lifetime.

But he just hoped that if she didn't like him anymore, it wouldn't matter, and that he wouldn't hurt her like that.

Upon hearing the sound of the motorcycle, Song Chang pushed Song Xingzhi aside and ran out, only to see Xu Qingcheng crying and preventing Qingyao from going over.

She didn't move, nor did she dare call out to Qingcheng. She just watched as Xu Qingyao put the helmet on her and then left with Qingcheng.

Song Chang stood there for a long time, then suddenly rushed back.

The group of people in the villa were completely baffled. They had no idea what had happened between Song Xingzhi's sister and Fu Jingting.

unusual.

Seeing her charging aggressively towards Fu Jingting, Gu Feibai, always eager for a good show, sidled up to Song Xingzhi and said, "Holy crap, what's with that expression? Is she planning to kill someone or set a fire?"

He patted Song Xingzhi on the shoulder again, "What's going on? Are they having an affair?"

Song Xingzhi gave him a very cold look, and Gu Feibai fell silent.

A barking dog doesn't bite.

A dog that bites doesn't bark.

Song Chang rushed up to Fu Jingting, furious, "What did you say to her?"

Fu Jingting pursed his lips and remained silent, but his expression clearly showed anger. He looked at Song Xingzhi with eyes that seemed to say, "Control your tigress."

He didn't speak or answer her. Song Chang was so angry that she had a brain hemorrhage. She turned around to look for something, and then a glass of red wine was conveniently shoved into her hand.

Song Chang gripped the wine glass and splashed it directly at Fu Jingting's face.

Fu Jingting's eyelids twitched violently. He raised his arm and splashed the red wine on him without mercy.

Wen Fei exclaimed in surprise, "Miss Song, you've gone too far!"

"Fu Jingting, you'll regret this!" Song Chang gritted her teeth, turned around, and shoved the wine glass in her hand into Gu Feibai's hand behind her. "Thank you."

Xiao Bai, "...Huh?"

Fu Jingting's eyes swept over with a cold and sharp gaze.

Xiao Bai: "Holy crap, no way..."

Gu Feibai was furious when he saw Song Xingzhi walk away as if nothing had happened.

That despicable Song Xingzhi.

Song Xingzhi went to get the car and saw Song Chang crying with snot and tears streaming down her face. He comforted her, "Don't cry, it's not like you were the one who got dumped."

Song Chang glared at him fiercely, "I'd rather be the one who got dumped."

Song Xingzhi touched his nose and remained silent.

……

"Are you alright?" Wen Fei handed Fu Jingting a tissue.

Fu Jingting didn't answer, but called Duan Heng over and asked him to arrange for the guests to leave.

He himself had lost all interest and walked into the villa, with Wen Fei hurriedly following behind.

"Why don't you change your clothes? There are some clothes for you in the closet, Auntie had them prepared." Wen Fei said softly, standing beside him, then lowered her head and admitted her mistake, "Jingting, I'm sorry. I just wanted to put my father at ease. The doctor said he doesn't have much time left. I didn't discuss it with you because I didn't want to put a burden on you. I just wanted to give my father a false impression."

I never expected my aunt and uncle to come, and I never expected them to bring this up in front of my dad.

Wen Fei bit her lip lightly. She couldn't be as beautiful as Xu Qingcheng, but it wasn't necessarily about beauty between women. Gentleness and understanding were equally powerful.

"I just want my dad to have no worries."

Fu Jingting glanced at her. Whether Wen Fei mentioned it unintentionally or intentionally, which was why Zhong Wanxiu and the others came, Fu Jingting didn't want to investigate.

The effort Uncle Wen put into him was a lifelong debt of gratitude, without a doubt.

Wen Fei was indeed the person Wen Liyan was most worried about.

but.

"If you want Uncle Wen to be free of all worries, there are other better ways. Finding a man to get engaged or married is not the best outcome."

Wen Fei nodded. "I know."

Fu Jingting put his hand on his neck, exhausted, and didn't want to say anything more.

He went into the bedroom on the second floor, took out a shirt to change into, and looked at the brand-new wardrobe, the room, the bedding, and even the air—everything felt unfamiliar.

Looking out from the balcony, Duan Heng was thanking the guests. Cars were leaving one after another, and the villa's huge courtyard was left with only lights and flowers. Without any human voices, it felt desolate.

He glanced to one side, his view blocked by walls and pavilions.

In that shadow, she lay beneath the moonlight.

she says.

Fu Jingting, I love you.

The man's hand, which was resting on the balcony railing, suddenly tightened. His heart began to pound violently, sending shivers down his spine. Fu Jingting clenched his teeth, his back bent, and the shirt covering his body was stretched taut by his body and the tightly bound belt.

His forehead almost touched the railing, his dark eyes were tightly closed, and he gritted his teeth.

For the sake of a prosperous era and for the sake of the Xu family, she would do anything and say anything.

The man suddenly let out a sneer.

He got up and went outside. Wen Fei was packing her things. When she saw him come out, she said, "The people from the event company will come and take away the things outside. I'll tidy up the house a bit and have the cleaning lady clean it up tomorrow."

"Aunt Zhong said there's a housewarming party today, so you definitely have to stay here tonight. I'll leave as soon as I'm done tidying up."

"Don't run around so late." Fu Jingting looked at Wen Fei. "This is the spare key to Nanshan Lanyuan. I mentioned before that I wanted to find Uncle Wen a new place to live, but he's too stubborn and refused. When we were choosing the house, you said you liked this place, that it was quiet and suitable for retirement, so I bought it. Let's find a reason to bring Uncle Wen here."

Wen Fei's eyes were sparkling, because he bought it because he liked it.

"You know my dad's temper, I definitely can't do that..."

"Try to persuade Uncle Wen. He'll listen to you." Fu Jingting said no more and got up to leave.

Wen Fei hurriedly followed, "Where are you going? Aren't you staying here?"

"No, this is for Uncle Wen."

Wen Fei was speechless as she watched the man take his coat and walk out.

She hurriedly followed, "Jingting, are you blaming me for the engagement... My aunt and uncle suddenly came over, and I was caught off guard. I blurted out a lot of things, and it wasn't easy to explain in front of my dad. So I had to admit that it was something we had agreed upon."

She admitted that she had ulterior motives; Wen Liyan's words, "I'll take care of Fei Fei for you," would be more effective than anything she did.

The Fu family values ​​relationships the most, but she had no other desires for Fu Jingting. She didn't care about villas or luxury cars; she simply liked this person.

Moreover, Zhong Wanxiu likes her very much. If she marries him, they will definitely be a very happy family.

"I can explain to your uncle and aunt if needed."

"No need, I'll talk to them myself." Fu Jingting left without lingering any longer.

Xu Qingyao drove very fast, so fast that Xu Qingcheng desperately clung to him.

It took him quite a while to slow down, and Xu Qingcheng yelled angrily in his ear, "Are you out of your mind, driving so fast!"

Even through the helmet, her voice sounded muffled, but you could tell she was exasperated; at least she seemed a little more alive.

He parked the car on the side of the road. "Going home?"

Xu Qingcheng took off her helmet and asked him, "Are my eyes red?"

"Look for yourself." Xu Qingyao tugged at the car handle, showing her the rearview mirror.

Xu Qingcheng pouted, "So ugly."

Xu Qingyao looked at her without saying anything. He went to a convenience store, bought some bottled water, and handed it to her. The two of them didn't go far and found a roadside to sit down.

Xu Qingyao remained silent, unsure how to comfort her. He had never experienced heartbreak before, and in his eyes, Xu Qingcheng's behavior was simply asking for trouble. They were already divorced, so why was she rushing back to him?

But saying that would only invite trouble, so he simply kept quiet.

Staying by her side was the greatest expression of his patience.

Xu Qingcheng took a sip of water, paused for a moment, and then spoke, "He really doesn't like me."

"Then you shouldn't like him either, that's fair."

"What do you know?" Xu Qingcheng scolded, pouting.

Xu Qingyao fell silent; whatever she said would be wrong.

Song Chang called Qingyao a while later and breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that Qingcheng had calmed down. He then asked Qingyao to give the phone to Xu Qingcheng and cursed Fu Jingting vehemently on the phone, but Xu Qingcheng did not react at all.

Catching his breath, he asked her in a low voice, "Shall I pick you up to go see the house tomorrow afternoon?"

When it came to looking at houses, Xu Qingcheng finally showed some interest: "Come pick me up tomorrow afternoon, I'm free to relax."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Qingcheng looked at Xu Qingyao, who was squatting by the roadside, and kicked him with her foot, very dissatisfied. "Why is it that when other people are heartbroken after a breakup, they have a gentle and considerate man by their side, while I only have a brother who can only race cars?"

Her voice still carried a hint of sobbing, yet she tried her best to appear relaxed.

Xu Qingyao scoffed, swallowing back the words that were meant to discourage her.

He simply said, "The 15 million is on track, and it should arrive within a week at the latest. Sister, if you don't want to have anything to do with him anymore, we can withdraw from this project."

"No. Business is business." Xu Qingcheng took a deep breath. "Let's leave it at that."

He paused, then asked, "Does Zhan Fangchen agree?"

"He certainly won't let go of anything profitable. After all, he's a businessman; business is business." Xu Qingyao stood up, not wanting to say more, and pulled Xu Qingcheng aside. "Get in the car, I'll take you home." He then asked, "What kind of house do you want to see?"

"The place where Yuanyuan and I live." Xu Qingcheng pursed her lips, and her nose started to sting again when she thought of Yuanyuan.

In the end, she and he missed each other.

Xu Qingcheng knew that she had to let go, no matter how reluctant she was.