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

Children can keenly sense adults' emotional fluctuations. For example, right now, Xu Yuan knows that her mother is unhappy, and she feels wronged. Her little mouth purses and tears are about to fall.

"Don't cry."

Xu Qingcheng frowned and scolded her.

This was terrible; tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, her lips pursed, not daring to cry out loud.

Seeing her like this, Xu Qingcheng was both angry and heartbroken.

She knew she was taking her anger out on him, but she had raised Xu Yuan with such care and effort, while that person hadn't contributed anything, yet Xu Yuan adored him so much, his eyes practically sparkling with affection. This made Xu Qingcheng feel very uneasy.

But what do children know? All she knows is that when her aunt takes her downstairs to play, she sees some children being lifted above their fathers' heads and looking very happy, and she envies them.

Moreover, if Qingcheng hadn't told her every day that it was her father, Xu Yuan would definitely not have known.

Xu Qingcheng was very annoyed and had no intention of comforting her, which made little Xu Yuan feel wronged...

Even the aggrieved nanny couldn't bear to see such a cute little girl cry. "Come on, let Auntie hold you, don't cry."

Little Xuyuan, who is usually very affectionate, wouldn't let her hug her this time. She opened her arms and wanted her aunt to hold her.

As soon as the aunt picked you up, Xu Qingcheng scolded her, "Auntie is old, it's too tiring for her to carry you, get down and stand up yourself."

"Hey, taking the elevator isn't like walking. The child has a cold, so don't scold her." The aunt smiled, patted Xu Yuan's back to comfort her, and then glanced at Xu Qingcheng.

She rarely treated children with such a cold and stern expression. Perhaps because Xu Yuan's hearing was not very good, she had always been particularly patient. But this time, she was clearly in a bad mood. The nanny could also see it and couldn't help but say, "That's the child's father after all. No matter what happens between adults, the blood relationship between parents and children is always there. They are naturally close. Why are you getting angry with a child?"

"I don't."

Xu Qingcheng denied it, then pressed her forehead.

She knew she had it.

Her phone rang several more times, but she didn't answer the call; she just hung up firmly.

Fu Jingting called Zhong Wanxiu directly, "Mom, what does Xu Qingcheng want with you?"

She thought he wouldn't ask, but he called now. Zhong Wanxiu couldn't help but retort, "It's none of your business."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. Not wanting to embarrass him, Zhong Wanxiu simply told him, "Her relative's child has an ear problem, and she asked me to have your Aunt Pang take a look. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." He thought there was something wrong with Xu Qingcheng.

Fu Jingting hung up the phone. He didn't care much about other people's affairs, but when it came to Xu Qingcheng herself, he couldn't help but get hung up on her no matter how many times he told himself not to pay too much attention.

"Jingting." Just before hanging up, Zhong Wanxiu couldn't help but call out to him again.

Fu Jingting responded and waited for Zhong Wanxiu to speak, but she remained silent for a long time.

Only when Wen Fei's voice came through the receiver did Zhong Wanxiu ask, "Are you with Wen Fei?"

"Yes, I came to see Uncle Wen."

Zhong Wanxiu suddenly realized that it was probably when Wen Liyan was undergoing chemotherapy. In this respect, Fu Jingting was actually very thoughtful.

This child is truly a very loyal and affectionate child.

I don't know whether to say it's good or bad.

"Please give my regards to your Uncle Wen as well," Zhong Wanxiu instructed, though she held back some of the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Zhong Wanxiu wanted to ask Fu Jingting if he knew about Xu Qingcheng's situation over the past two years.

Thinking about it, given his pathetic state, he probably has a hard time getting over it. Before, I couldn't even mention Xu Qingcheng's name in front of him, so I thought I had completely let go of her.

But last night, he didn't seem to have let go of the past. He acted like a child, not caring about the occasion, and even pinched someone's ear.

Honestly, even Zhong Wanxiu couldn't stand it anymore. If this person wasn't her son, she would have kicked him a couple of times. What kind of hooligan was he acting like?

She felt her face burning; how shameless.

But deep down, I sighed. Could I have done that without some ulterior motive?

She had never seen Jingting treat other women like that, not even Wen Fei.

But Qingcheng didn't like it. Her face turned pale with fright. If it weren't for Zhong Wanxiu sitting behind her, she probably would have slapped him across the face.

Zhong Wanxiu sighed.

Fu Jingting, however, was completely oblivious. He didn't think his actions were excessive, because he had done far more outrageous things. What was wrong with two people who had slept together touching each other's ears?

"He'll be overjoyed if you come over and play chess with my dad," Wen Fei said, glancing at the fruit basket he was carrying and smiling at him. "Whether you bring things or not isn't important."

"We can't go empty-handed." Fu Jingting walked forward, casually asking her, "Are you settling in well here?"

"I'm adapting well. Professor Pang is an authority, and I've benefited a lot from learning from her." Wen Fei smiled faintly. "Moreover, many of my father's old colleagues are at Huanan Hospital, and they've all taken good care of me."

Fu Jingting nodded and said no more.

The two entered the inpatient department and completed the registration procedures. Fu Jingting walked forward, but Wen Fei grabbed him, saying, "This way."

The man followed her to the west. Wen Fei held onto his sleeve tightly and wouldn't let go. Fu Jingting glanced over, frowned, and with a strong pull, swung his arm away from Wen Fei's fingers.

He strode forward, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

Wen Fei was only slightly taken aback, but without saying a word, she quickly followed.

Just as she was about to enter the ward, she called out to him, "Hey, wait a minute."

Wen Fei stepped forward, tilted her head and smiled at him, then took his arm. "Cooperate a little, don't shake me off again."

Then, without asking for his opinion again, she pushed open the ward door, took his arm, and went inside.

"Dad, Jingting has come to see you."

"Hey, Jingting." Wen Liyan sat up from the hospital bed with a smile on his face, looking quite well.

His gaze paused slightly when it fell on the two people's arms linked together, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Before Fu Jingting could make any move, Wen Fei had already let go of his arm. She took the fruit basket from Fu Jingting and placed it on the chessboard. "My dad has been looking forward to you coming over and playing a couple of games with him. I'll set up the chessboard for you."

Wen Liyan smiled. Although he didn't want Wen Fei to overthink things or try to climb up to someone who didn't belong to her, he didn't want her to.

However, Wen Liyan would be happy if they could understand each other's hearts.

He really liked Xiao Fu. At this age, especially with one foot already in the grave, he saw things more deeply than others. If he were to pass away one day, he would naturally hope that a reliable man could take care of Fei Fei.

I don't expect the other person to be wealthy or have a high social status. I just hope they are honest, grateful, and caring. That's enough.

Clearly, Fu Jingting was better than he had hoped.

It's precisely because it's so good that he can see it, and others must also see it. A man like Fu Jingting doesn't lack women, and he doesn't lack good women.

It's not that Wen Fei is unworthy, but matters of the heart should always be entered into willingly, without any other entanglements; it's best to keep things pure.

The way the two of them came in just now, Wen Fei stood next to him and smiled so happily.

It's really hard for a father to avoid having selfish thoughts.

Fu Jingting asked about his physical condition and was relieved to find that all the indicators were normal. He then sat down opposite Wen Liyan to play chess with him.

"Won't this interfere with your work? Play chess with this old man."

"It won't take up any time," Fu Jingting smiled. "Uncle Wen can just call me anytime he wants to play chess."

"That won't do, your time is very valuable," Wen Liyan said with a smile.

Wen Fei poured water for the two of them. She stood beside them, watching them with a smile in her eyes. The sunlight, the tea, and the people playing chess made her wish that time could stand still.

She took out her phone and took a picture of the two of them.

The photo was cleverly taken. In the shot, two men are playing chess, while the woman's two fingers are in the frame, making a V-sign. From one side of the photo, visually, they are just touching the man's cheek, creating an indescribable ambiguity.

Wen Fei posted a message on her WeChat Moments.

Dad played chess with him. The sun was shining brightly.

At noon, I had lunch with Wen Liyan. He said he didn't want to eat the hospital food and urged Wen Fei to take Fu Jingting out to eat and bring him back some crystal pan-fried buns.

Having no other choice, Fu Jingting had to follow Wen Fei outside.

He paused as he passed the post at the entrance of the hospital.

The yellow and black paint on the outside of the stake was visibly scratched, but compared to that, her car was in much worse condition.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Fei asked him.

Fu Jingting snapped out of his reverie, looked at Wen Fei, and suddenly asked her, "Wen Fei, when are you off work?"

"Huh? What's wrong?" Wen Fei asked in surprise, yet she couldn't help feeling a little excited. "I can switch shifts."

"No need to rush. Let me introduce you to someone when you have time off. He's also a doctor and a psychologist. Your professions overlap, so you might have more to talk about."