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

After several encounters, even without using his brain, Fu Jingting knew that Xu Qingcheng was the type who wouldn't come to see him unless she had a reason. Moreover, she had actually come directly to the Fu Group in front of everyone.

This woman's thoughts are so convoluted and unpredictable, it's dazzling.

The man scoffed inwardly; he simply disappeared.

Xu Qingcheng sensed something was wrong when Fu Jingting's gaze swept over her and he curled his lips into a smile.

Then she saw the man stroll into the hall without even glancing at her, and she understood that he probably didn't want to see her.

She lifted her skirt with both hands and hurriedly left the waiting area, heading in his direction.

She walked very fast, her pleated white skirt fluttering with her steps, making her look like a dancing sprite in the gleaming marble-floored lobby.

"Young Master Fu."

Her voice was soft and melodious as she stood before him, slightly out of breath.

Fu Jingting's face was calm and cold. The unique environment of the Fu Group seemed to have absorbed all his wicked and roguish aura. He glanced at her, then turned his head to look at Duan Heng.

That glance was utterly calm, yet his slightly furrowed brows clearly revealed his displeasure and impatience.

She acted like she was saying, "Do you have an appointment?" "Don't you know I'm busy? Why did you send her here if she didn't have an appointment?" "What kind of assistant are you? Handle it yourself!"

At that moment, Xu Qingcheng even had some doubts that the wicked and evil man who seized every opportunity to kiss her was not the same person as him.

Duan Heng felt a chill run down his spine under Fu Jingting's gaze and quickly stepped forward, "Miss Xu, I'm sorry..."

As Xu Qingcheng watched the man take a step forward, she clicked her tongue and deliberately stepped over Duan Heng, then deliberately fell... fell... damn it!

Fu Jingting suddenly stepped to the side to avoid it.

By the time Xu Qingcheng realized what was happening, she was already too late to stop. She cursed the man inwardly for his lack of romantic understanding and was just waiting to fall in an unseemly manner.

"Miss Xu, be careful."

Duan Heng hurriedly reached out to help her, his hand barely touching her waist before...

Xu Qingcheng felt her arm being pulled back forcefully, her body was forced to rotate 180 degrees, and then she fell into someone's arms.

The force on her arms eased, and her waist was wrapped tightly around her waist.

Xu Qingcheng took a breath, terrified. For a moment just now, she almost thought she was going to fall flat on her face.

Her fingers tugged at his suit jacket, Xu Qingcheng's heart was still pounding, but she consciously nestled in his arms and didn't move.

The woman's long hair, flying as she spun around, slapped Duan Heng's face.

It felt like a slap across his face.

Duan Heng hurriedly withdrew his hand, his eyes brimming with tears.

Fu Shao's face was dark, and his eyes were sharp. He felt that if he stretched his hands out any further, they would be ruined.

Fu Jingting had a pretty good idea of ​​what this woman was up to. The photos of the two of them together only circulated within high society circles, which were still very small circles, and the general public was obviously unaware of them.

She came here so openly, it's probably a bit suspicious that she's trying to scam someone.

Fu Jingting neither wanted to nor would he allow her to have her way, so he avoided her, seeing her deliberately stumbling over herself.

He wanted to see how this woman would continue her act.

However, the moment Duan Heng reached out, Fu Jingting couldn't resist and pulled him directly into his arms.

There was a moment of silence in the entire hall.

The administrative working group of the Fu Group was in an uproar.

"Who is that woman?"

"Oh my god, is my crush about to fly away?"

"A celebrity? They're certainly good-looking!"

"Goddess! Her aura and beauty are absolutely stunning! Let go of her, let me have her!"

Compared to the quiet surroundings, the chat room was buzzing with lively meme battles.

Looking at his dark and displeased face, Xu Qingcheng thought to herself: What are you glaring at me for? You can avoid me all you want, but you won't even let someone help me up. How pathetic.

But she actually tugged at his clothes with her fingers, speaking softly and gently, "Thank you."

Only when you get closer do you notice that she is completely without makeup. Her white dress makes her look ethereal and otherworldly, a far cry from her usual deliberately seductive and alluring persona.

She was wearing a pair of flat white shoes today, which made her much shorter, and she looked even smaller in his arms.

She wore a thin black belt around her waist, making her waist look slender and soft. It swayed gently against his arm, and whether it was an illusion or not, she seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

Fu Jingting's eyes darkened. His gaze fell on her slightly pale face, guessing that she had come straight here after leaving the hospital around this time.

He released his arm, and Xu Qingcheng quickly stood up straight. She handed him the bag she was carrying, saying, "This is for you."

The man raised an eyebrow.

"My arm isn't injured. I'm not as extravagant as you, buying up all the wound medicine in the pharmacy. This should be enough." She said coquettishly, her words so charming they could melt a man's heart.

Duan Heng silently turned his face away, suddenly understanding Fu Shao's occasional unusual behavior.

Who could resist such gentle, captivating touch?!

Fu Jingting stared at her feigned coquettishness and chuckled, "Don't your teeth ache?"

Xu Qingcheng almost rolled her eyes, then laughed, "It's not sour. After eating so much sugar, it has to be a little sweet too."

The two of them went back and forth, and Duan Heng listened and sighed again, realizing he had misjudged the situation. Fu Shao's straightforward and tough personality was something he could handle.

Duan Heng's phone rang. He glanced at it and quickly reminded Fu Jingting, "Young Master Fu, it's time to meet with the Qihang team."

As soon as Fu Jingting glanced over, Xu Qingcheng immediately spoke up, "I'll wait until you're done. Give me a few minutes."

The man turned and walked towards the elevator. "One hour later."

This meant they had agreed, and Xu Qingcheng quickly followed.

The elevator doors closed, shutting out all gossip and prying eyes.

As the elevator ascended, Duan Heng calmly and skillfully reported to Fu Jingting on the supplementary information regarding the Qihang team and any potential requests they might make. He also double-checked Fu Jingting's afternoon schedule.

The schedule is very full.

Although Xu Qingcheng was familiar with these scheduled activities, the sheer number of them still caught her attention.

Ancheng had a high opinion of Fu Jingting, but he was ultimately lucky. If it weren't for his uncle's family's incompetence and his older brother's accident, how could it have been his turn?

In Xu Qingcheng's eyes, he was more of a frivolous man who looked at her with a gaze that seemed to want to tear her apart.

Now the two images have finally merged quietly.

After listening to the schedule, Fu Jingting adjusted the two meeting times. He turned his head and, unintentionally, saw two faint blushes on Xu Qingcheng's pale, ghostly face, which made her skin look delicate and fair.

Fu Jingting was no stranger to her appearance, and he glanced at her coldly.

What are you thinking about?!

When Xu Qingcheng received that look, she was suddenly stunned. The feeling of being seen through made her want to bite off her own tongue.