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

Wen Fei saw the message from Jiang Xin very late. The hospital had arranged for all the new recruits to observe an important surgery that evening, and she had just come out of the observation room.

On her phone were photos sent by Jiang Xin, who asked: "Feifei, I ran into your fiancé at the Gu You Zhenpin event banquet tonight. Who's that woman next to him? Their relationship seems more than just friendship."

Feifei, you need to be careful. These days, every woman with a little bit of looks thinks she's so attractive and wants to be around men, especially rich and good-looking ones. Don't let anyone steal your man away.

Feifei, they actually left together. Aren't you going to check on them?

Wen Fei looked at the missed calls from Jiang Xin on her phone, guessing that Jiang Xin had called back after she didn't answer. Unfortunately, she hadn't brought her phone with her when she entered the observation room.

The last missed call was an hour ago. Wen Fei looked at the time; it was already 11 o'clock.

Wen Fei took off her white coat and stared at her phone for a long time. Finally, she dialed the number.

The phone rang, but no one answered.

Wen Fei didn't call again and put her phone away. Perhaps she already knew this would be the outcome even without calling.

At the housewarming party at Nanshan Lanyuan, she only invited three or four very close friends. Jiang Xin couldn't make it back because of a business trip, and Fu Jingting didn't recognize her, but her circle of girlfriends knew that Wen Fei's fiancé was Fu Jingting. In particular, they all knew that she had been Fu Jingting's personal caregiver for nearly two years.

Wen Fei knew that Fu Jingting would never disregard Wen Liyan's feelings in anything related to Wen Liyan.

So the engagement was less of a performance for Wen Liyan and more of a way for her to create a closer connection between them.

He wouldn't refuse in front of Wen Liyan. So in front of their friends, they were engaged. Even though he had made it clear to his parents, Zhong Wanxiu was still trying to bring them together and hoped that their fake engagement would become real.

This is the best.

All his friends would contact her immediately upon seeing any information about him, because in their eyes, she was his fiancée.

Justifiably.

See, Jiang Xin knew to remind her.

It's not shameful to like someone. Wen Fei admitted that she liked him. She tried to restrain herself, but she couldn't. She just liked him.

Fu Jingting had always been very good to her, but she knew that this kindness was not based on romantic feelings.

But he didn't have any other women either.

Over the past two years, she has been closest to him, and she is well aware of his love life. So even though he doesn't have romantic feelings for her, he treats her the best, with respect, consideration, care, and love.

Then she had one more chance than others. Even if Fu Jingting didn't like her, it didn't matter. There are many couples who respect each other. What truly lasts is sometimes not intense love, but mutual understanding and care like family.

In this regard, Wen Fei believed that she was more suitable than anyone else to be Fu Jingting's wife and to stay with him until the end.

Xu Qingcheng was someone Wen Fei had never taken seriously, and it was because of her that Fu Jingting narrowly escaped death. Even though she wasn't the direct culprit, she was deeply involved.

The reason Xu Qingcheng's name became taboo for him was because of hatred. People's hatred is often directed at the person they once loved most, and Wen Fei doesn't deny Fu Jingting's past love for his ex-wife.

But since Xu Qingcheng treated him that way back then, it was clear to everyone that the love was unequal. In other words, Xu Qingcheng didn't love Fu Jingting.

Between them, all that will be left is mutual torment.

Wen Fei knew she shouldn't care, but she was indeed affected; the magnetic field between the two of them would repel everyone else.

Even though he still harbored hatred, Fu Jingting's gaze towards Xu Qingcheng was fiery and possessive.

Whether this possessiveness is a physiological instinct or something else, sadly, Fu Jingting never had even a physiological desire for her.

What are they doing right now?

Wen Fei took a deep breath, her jealousy growing wildly. Yes, she admitted it, she was jealous.

She hesitated for a moment before calling Duan Heng. "Duan Heng, I'm sorry to bother you, but could you arrange for Da Zhao to drive over to help me first thing tomorrow morning? My father is having a routine check-up... Hmm, I wanted to tell Jing Ting, but his phone is off. Yes, please come to Nanshan Lanyuan at 9 a.m., okay, thank you."

The phone's ringtone was buried in the pile of clothes, and no one paid any attention.

As night deepened, even the moon shyly hid behind the clouds, afraid to cast its light to peek at the passionate scenes unfolding.

A thin layer of sweat glistened on the man's broad back, his robustness and strength conveyed through the lines of his bones and muscles, adding a touch of flamboyant sexiness to his wild face.

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. Fu Jingting leaned down and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her from behind to embrace her.

His gaze fell on her face, that of a charming little vixen. She lay so softly in his arms, her breath coming in short gasps, unable to utter a single offensive word. He felt a pang of pity for her, and thought, "May I let her go, and we'll go our separate ways from now on."

But, having tried, he just couldn't bear to let go. He couldn't bear to see her start a new life with another man, couldn't bear to see her show this alluring side to other men, couldn't bear to see her forget him, yet he still couldn't escape the nightmare.

Therefore, from now on, we will walk together through hell and the underworld.

It's not necessarily a bad thing to be entangled like this for a lifetime.

Fu Jingting himself couldn't figure out the root of this obsession. Human emotions are complex and changeable, and he believed it was just a destructive urge born from hatred and resentment.

I never imagined there was another possibility.

He didn't want to let go, even if it meant mutual torment. He couldn't accept her becoming someone else's woman, girlfriend, fiancée, wife, or any other identity. He couldn't accept it, nor would he allow it.

She can only belong to him.

This obsessive possessiveness stems from a deep-seated love he is unwilling to relinquish, a love he yearns for but cannot obtain.

He hid it so well that even he himself couldn't see it clearly.

The man's palm caressed her face. Xu Qingcheng opened her eyes wearily, her drunken eyes glancing at him absentmindedly before closing them again. She nuzzled her cheek against his palm, like a kitten seeking comfort.

Fu Jingting narrowed his eyes, staring at her as she suddenly pulled her hand away, her warm palm pressing directly onto her lower abdomen.

Have a baby?

The man's face tightened. She had once had their child. It wasn't that she didn't want children, but that she didn't want to have his child.

Fu Jingting suddenly scoffed and withdrew his hand from her lower abdomen.

He found it hard to imagine her heavily pregnant, but he had once tried to use a child to keep them together, and he had also imagined whether her beautiful and alluring face would become soft, chubby, and adorable all over.

But all of this is just imagination.

Xu Qingcheng's heart can be truly ruthless when she's ruthless.

At that moment, she told him she wanted to have a baby.

It doesn't have to be him. Why not him?

Fu Jingting suddenly sneered.

He smiled, but then the corner of his eye suddenly lifted slightly, and a hint of wickedness seeped out from between his brows and eyes.

When Xu Qingcheng woke up, she was momentarily disoriented, with a jumble of information pounding into her head. She suddenly sat up in bed, her head throbbing and buzzing from the hangover.

What comes into view is this familiar yet unfamiliar bedroom. The layout is the same, the bed is the same, only the curtains and mattress have all been replaced.

She already sold the house in Xinghewan, didn't she?!

Xu Qingcheng had a terrible headache. She signed the agreement but wasn't in a hurry to transfer the property.

It turns out he bought this place.

What, you really want to keep her like a mistress?

Last night's absurd scenes, like a drama, swept into my mind and body.

It wasn't very clear, but it wasn't entirely without impression either.

The madness in the dark is like a monster ingrained in one's bones, devouring reason completely, leaving only the most primal desires.

She could even remember the softness and longing she felt when she clung to him, yearning for his tenderness and passion, lost in the darkness, unwilling to wake up.

If I could stay asleep, that would be fine.

Once you've indulged in a life of pleasure and debauchery, you shouldn't become sober.

The reality that followed my sobering up was so unbearably despairing.

Xu Qingcheng grabbed her hair with both hands, and her eyes instantly reddened.

Anger and shame were like two iron chains binding her, causing her excruciating pain. For the first time, Xu Qingcheng was so disappointed in herself.

If she was forced last time, she could at least find some excuse for herself.

This time, her drunkenness was completely unjustifiable. She knew he had ill intentions, she knew exactly what kind of person she was when drunk, she knew it all…

Fu Jingting had a set of women's clothing delivered, and when he saw the missed call on his phone, he still called back.

"Wen Fei, did you call last night? I didn't hear it."

"You've already contacted Duan Heng? Okay, have him arrange it for you. You don't need to tell me about these things in the future. I've already said before, you can directly ask Duan Heng for help. Don't be polite with me."

He spoke on the phone without letting a word out. Xu Qingcheng clenched her teeth and forcefully wiped away her tears.

The moment Fu Jingting stepped into the bedroom, a pillow was thrown unceremoniously at his face.

The man caught the pillow thrown at him and met Xu Qingcheng's angry eyes. "Fu Jingting, you've gone too far."

He tossed the pillow back onto the bed, his gaze piercing into her eyes. "What's wrong with that? You were the one who was so proactive and passionate last night."

He stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at her. Xu Qingcheng was furious. "You're talking nonsense."

"nonsense?"

Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow and nodded as if he understood perfectly. "When you're drunk, you forget everything. You don't remember what you did. Do you need me to repeat it to you?"

Xu Qingcheng's face turned pale and then red in an instant, just as her heart was being invaded by waves of coldness. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her eye sockets became red and painful from being washed away.

She suddenly covered her face with both hands. "What do you want? Fu Jingting, what do you want from me to let me go? I didn't mean to do that back then. I didn't expect it to turn out that way. I can make amends..."

Fu Jingting didn't want to speak harshly to her, after all, even though there was alcohol involved last night, the satisfaction from their physical intimacy was still lingering in his mind.

Moreover, he admitted that he cared a lot about the two trench coats that were hanging there, whatever the reason.

I'd like to ask, back then, she wasn't completely oblivious to him, was she? At that time, Ye Tinghong wasn't the only one in her heart.

However, the expression on her face at that moment, filled with extreme regret and a desire to sever all ties with him, deeply agitated him, and he couldn't bring himself to ask her those questions.

Fu Jingting's face, which had been slightly smiling, immediately turned cold. He placed a women's suit in front of her, braced his arm against her side, and said, "No matter what you do, I don't want to let you go. Since you want compensation, then so be it, until I get tired of you."

Xu Qingcheng suddenly raised her face, her eyes filled with intense resentment as she stared directly at his face.

She bit her lip hard, so hard that it almost bled.

Fu Jingting pressed his fingers against her lips, prying open her teeth, his voice cold, "If you want to hurt yourself, that's fine, just don't faint here."

Xu Qingcheng pushed him away, her eyes turning cold. "If you insist on forcing me like this, Fu Jingting, then I have nothing more to say to you."

Her voice was cold, chillingly cold.

All the love she had felt was gradually extinguished by his ruthlessness.

He wanted to ruin her reputation; he wanted to make her never be able to hold her head up in public again.

One moment he can be intimate with her, the next he can be tenderly talking to his fiancée. He navigates this abnormal relationship with ease, yet he plunges her into hell.

Darkness reigns, and the sun never shines.

Xu Qingcheng was very sad, even though she had to disregard her own feelings for her parents and Yuanyuan.

Yuanyuan will grow up and she will understand that all the loving things her mother said were lies.

Xu Qingcheng clenched her teeth to keep from shedding a single tear. She had never regretted her past persistence for love, but at this moment, her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Xu Qingcheng didn't say another word; she silently changed her clothes.

The man tossed her a pill.

"I drank it."

Xu Qingcheng stared at him, silent, without uttering a single word.

Fu Jingting was so angry at her expression that his head felt heavy. He sneered and said the most vicious things he could think of.

"Miss Xu doesn't understand? Birth control pills, we can't possibly have a baby with you."

Play. Have a child.

Her face turned deathly pale in an instant, and Xu Qingcheng's hands, hanging at her sides, trembled violently as she stuffed the pills into her mouth.

Even without his reminder, she wouldn't allow herself to get pregnant, but he personally gave her the medicine. Having said all that, Xu Qingcheng had to admit that her heart ached so much she couldn't bear it anymore.

Once the pain was excruciating, it would subside. Xu Qingcheng glanced at the house, which had been furnished to be very comfortable.

"I'm not selling this house anymore. The title hasn't been transferred yet, so I'll refund the purchase price. As for other losses, your lawyer can contact me, and I'll refund everything that's due to me." She stared at him sharply, gritting her teeth as she spoke.

"Now, please leave my house."

Fu Jingting stared at her. "You think you can just refuse to sell like that?"

"Yes. I'm not selling it. I will pay you every penny of the breach of contract liability that I am responsible for. Provide me with the invoices for anything you purchased here, and I will compensate you for that as well. But the house will still be in my name."

Xu Qingcheng coldly ordered, "Now, please leave."

"Fu Jingting, I'll give you a few minutes to prepare, otherwise I'll ask the police for assistance."

Fu Jingting's face turned green with anger. This was the first time he had ever been so brazenly kicked out.