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

The man was shirtless, his well-defined muscles exuding a powerful masculine energy.

Xu Qingcheng lowered her eyes slightly, unable to resist scolding, "You should just show the injured area on your back!"

"It's showing now." Fu Jingting consciously lay down on the sofa.

He had several cuts on his back, and although there wasn't much blood, there was still some bleeding. His clothes were stained with blood when he took them off.

Fu Jingting thought for a moment and then sat up again. "I'll do it myself."

Xu Qingcheng simply handed him the first-aid kit.

The man took it, turned to look at his back, and realized it was inconvenient, so he got up to use the restroom; he needed a mirror.

Xu Qingcheng snatched the first-aid kit back from his hand and pushed him on the shoulder. "Lie down."

Her Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and the moment her palm touched his shoulder, he stiffened.

He cleared his throat. "Aren't you squeamish about blood?"

Xu Qingcheng pursed her lips and remained motionless for a long while before answering, "Your little bit is already solidified. Just bear with it and it will pass."

First, disinfect his wound and wipe away the clotted blood around it. Even a little bit of this problem still makes her feel dizzy and nauseous.

Fu Jingting thought for a moment, then suddenly asked her, "You're afraid of blood and pain, what did you do when you made a wish during your birth?"

"I was knocked unconscious by a punch from the doctor." Xu Qingcheng replied with a straight face. "Nonsense, who watches over their own childbirth?"

And does being afraid of pain mean you can choose not to have a baby?

"..."

Fu Jingting turned to look at her, and suddenly laughed. The man rested his chin on the sofa, his chest throbbing with too many emotions, deep in his bones, yet he couldn't easily express them.

Thinking of the pain she had endured, it felt as if a wound had been torn open in my heart, causing a lingering ache.

He wished he could hold her in his arms forever and cherish her dearly.

It will hurt for a lifetime.

As the alcohol was applied, the man's muscles tightened inch by inch. Even with his injury, the muscle texture was clear and exuded strength, and the two deep indentations on both sides of his spine were very alluring.

He was actually quite badly injured, but he avoided vital points. Wen Fei, on the other hand, couldn't stop in time and crashed into him. Xu Qingcheng only saw the other woman being picked up by a car and didn't know how badly she was hurt.

Although she couldn't really feel any affection for Wen Fei, she couldn't help but overthink things because of their connection.

These recent events have been really frustrating, one after another.

Especially Dr. Pang, he was perfectly healthy, how could he just leave us like that?

Just thinking about it makes my heart ache terribly.

As Xu Qingcheng was thinking, she disinfected and applied medicine to him, not noticing anything amiss. She reached out and pulled down his belt at the back of his waist, just wanting to apply the medicine.

The man suddenly hissed, bracing himself on the sofa, his upper body slightly raised, his eyes fixed intently on her. "What are you doing?"

"I—" Xu Qingcheng was speechless. Her hand, which was gripping his belt, suddenly loosened, and her face turned red.

She pressed hard on the bruise on his back, then quickly stood up. "It's done."

Xu Qingcheng quickly went into the restroom, washed her hands, and tried to calm herself down from the sudden embarrassment and awkwardness.

Fu Jingting walked over, and there stood the man, shirtless, at the bathroom door, the scar on his chest extremely glaring. "Do you have any clothes I'm wearing?"

Xu Qingcheng glared at him. "No."

Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow, suddenly feeling a sense of relief, but he wasn't in a hurry to leave. He asked her, "Wen Fei contacted you before?"

Xu Qingcheng wiped her hands and walked out, frowning, clearly displeased with his behavior. "Could you at least put some clothes on?"

"Didn't you say you didn't have any? My clothes are dirty, I don't want to wear them."

Xu Qingcheng snorted in annoyance, "I have plenty of clothes here that you can make wishes on, do you want to wear them?"

She wasn't going to pay him any attention and walked past him to leave, but Fu Jingting grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms as she took a step out. "I'm asking you a question, don't change the subject. Did Wen Fei contact you before?"

"Yes. Tell me to have some self-respect." Xu Qingcheng's scalp still aches when she thinks about it now. She suddenly pushed him away forcefully. "Let go of me. Fu Jingting's problem is yours, not mine."

The man wouldn't let her push him away; instead, he wrapped his arms tightly around her, and her push caused his back to slam against the door frame, making him hiss loudly.

Hearing his cry of pain, Xu Qingcheng's struggling movements weakened, but her face remained cold.

The man took the opportunity to hug her even tighter, pressing her face directly against his chest. Her skin was pressed against his chest, and the heat suddenly rose up, burning her cheeks. Xu Qingcheng turned her face away, and her lips brushed against his chest.

The man's muscles were visibly taut.

Fu Jingting's eyes darkened, and he tightened his arms. "I've said it before, I have nothing to do with Wen Fei. Because we have nothing to do with each other, I never thought she would come looking for you. I said those things to provoke you. I have no other women in my life."

"Why are you provoking me? What do I care how many women you have around you? We're already divorced. Even if you're surrounded by women, enough to circle Ancheng three times, it has nothing to do with me." Xu Qingcheng said sternly, her voice tense.

Fu Jingting clicked his tongue. "Let's not talk about anything else. I'll just talk about Wen Fei. My relationship with her is completely clean, absolutely."

After several attempts, Xu Qingcheng finally understood, especially after his unreserved questioning at the police station last time. How could Xu Qingcheng not understand? But even so, so what?

In short, the two are just ex-husband and ex-wife, except they have a marriage certificate, which makes them more than strangers.

"Let go, Fu Jingting. No matter what, we're not related now."

"How can it be okay?" The man wouldn't let go; the feeling of holding her was too good. He tightened his arms around her from behind. "You're the mother of my child. How can it be okay?"

"you!"

Xu Qingcheng wanted to curse him, but the words just wouldn't come out.

There's nothing wrong with what I said, but for some reason it sounds particularly ambiguous.

"I am the mother of the wisher," she corrected.

"Yes. Xu Yuan is my daughter with you." The man's deep voice spoke slowly, determined to link the two together.

Xu Qingcheng was too lazy to argue with him. She struggled, but still couldn't break free from his grip. She angrily raised her face, about to scold him, when the man suddenly lowered his head and kissed her.

The man's eyes were black, his heart was burning, every bone in his body yearned for her.

"Ugh, you..." Xu Qingcheng angrily slapped him, but the man wouldn't let go.

She bit him, and he dodged, his dark eyes fixed on her face. He lightly bit her lip as if retaliating for her biting him, but the slight pain pierced his heart, making his body stiffen.

Xu Qingcheng abruptly turned her face away, avoiding him.

But where could she hide in his arms? The man's arms were tight, his chest pressed against hers, and he greedily kissed her earlobes and neck, his hands pressing on her back, which he could cover with a few slaps.

She was as fragile as easily broken porcelain; I wanted to crush her, to shatter her in his arms.

His large, aggressive hand moved down her spine, pausing at her waist before continuing downwards.

"Fu Jingting, don't go too far!" Xu Qingcheng was furious. She stomped hard on his foot, her face flushed red, her buttocks taut, and her eyes glaring at him angrily.

Her eyes burned like fire, gleaming, her lips glistening with rage. A flush of color washed over her face, masking her pallor. The man reached out and pinched her cheek, his voice low and gentle, "Were you frightened? What were you arguing about? Couldn't you have moved away?"

He was asking about the scene where Wen Fei almost pushed him over at the funeral home.

Xu Qingcheng was stunned for a moment before she realized what was happening.

He suddenly changed the subject, leaving her momentarily speechless, and she could only push him away forcefully.

She pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and noticed that Wen Fei's condition was not right; it was obvious that something was wrong.

very scary.

Xu Qingcheng couldn't quite describe the feeling.

"Dr. Pang doesn't seem like someone who can't handle pressure," Xu Qingcheng pushed him away. "During Xu Yuan's hospitalization, the hospital didn't mention a single thing to me about the surgery, and Dr. Pang didn't either. If Wen Fei hadn't brought it up today, I would still be completely unaware."

Therefore, there was no pressure from family members on Dr. Pang. She even asked Fu Jingting in the car, and he said no.

Therefore, Wen Fei's words are untenable.

However, Dr. Pang's sudden death, whether accidental or otherwise, is heartbreaking.

"Don't overthink it," Fu Jingting said, pursing his lips to reassure her. There were many suspicious points in Pang Shenghua's case.

The police have been slow to reach a final conclusion simply because the current chain of evidence is incomplete.

He grabbed his clothes and put them on, and his phone rang once.

The man picked it up; it was a message from Zhou Qian—a picture of a car.

Fu Jingting zoomed in on the photo, but the license plate numbers of the vehicles in it were not very clear.

Zhou Qian's call came in next, and Fu Jingting answered it immediately. "The information we found shows that this car was at the accident scene, but it was using a fake license plate, and the trail went cold."

"Is there any other information?"

"Not for now." Zhou Qian paused and said, "Young Master wants you to meet with him. Fu Hongxin was released on medical parole a week ago."

Fu Jingting's eyes suddenly sharpened. "How come you only found out now?"

Zhou Qian remained silent for a moment.

Some things are self-evident; since they keep an eye on each other, the other party will naturally avoid them.

"I understand." Fu Jingting hung up the phone.

Because of this phone call, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Xu Qingcheng turned to look at him. Fu Jingting had a sullen face and his eyes were filled with icy coldness.

"What's wrong?" As soon as she asked the question, she realized she had asked too much. Xu Qingcheng bit her lip and turned her head away to stack the packed cardboard boxes.

Fu Jingting stared at her retreating figure, making no attempt to hide anything, "Fu Hongxin is out."

The cardboard box she was carrying suddenly tilted, so Fu Jingting quickly steadied it and took the box from her to put it back in place.

Xu Qingcheng looked at him, "Xu Yuan, will you be alright?"

She went abroad without telling the Fu family, partly because the internal strife within the Fu family would endanger Xu Yuan.

The old man's statement was a ticking time bomb.

Fortunately, the Fu family has not publicly acknowledged Xu Yuan's existence.

"Actually..." there's no need to worry too much.

Fu Jingting stopped halfway through his sentence. Indeed, there was no need to worry. Fu Hongxin had been sent in by his elder brother, and his Golden Domain Charm was finished. Even if he came out, he wouldn't be able to cause any trouble in the short term.

Fu Jingting looked at her, and the way he stared at her made Xu Qingcheng feel uneasy. "What's wrong?"

"It's better to be careful," Fu Jingting said seriously. "Are you planning to live with your parents indefinitely?"

Xu Qingcheng remained silent.

"Isn't it crowded? Your father needs someone to take care of him, plus a little one. Your mother is already working very hard. Even with a nanny to help, she must be very tired."

What he said was true; Qingyao didn't go out to make it easier for her parents to take care of her.

She took Xu Yuan inside, and with a nanny added, it really became a mess.

"I brought Xu Yuan to stay with me."

"Living in Xinghe Bay?"

The man pressed on, and Xu Qingcheng didn't want to talk to him about it, but she didn't deny it either.

Fu Jingting pressed on, "The danger level is definitely higher for the two of you living alone. Although Fu Hongxin is not a threat at the moment, he has been incarcerated for several years, so it's inevitable that he might become emotionally volatile."

He paused, noticing her furrowed brow. She could disregard herself, yet she had to consider making a wish.

"So, let's choose a safer place." Fu Jingting said unhurriedly, "The security at Jingshan No. 1 is quite good."

"..."

Xu Qingcheng lifted her eyelids and glared at him, finally realizing that he was setting traps for her with each sentence.

She scoffed, "If the security isn't good, just do it well." His territory is even less safe.

Fu Jingting, "..." It's not good for a woman to be too clever.

……

Wen Fei woke up with a start, her cheek burning with pain. The doctor said the injury was severe and would leave a scar.

Wen Liyan was not in good health and could not stay with her. The ward was dark and the lights were off. There was light in the corridor outside, but it was very quiet.

The quietest time in the hospital is around 1 or 2 a.m. When I'm on night shift, I just want to be undisturbed so I can get a good night's sleep.

But at this moment, Wen Fei felt as if many dark shadows were rushing in and choking her, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Let go, it wasn't me, it wasn't me..." Wen Fei managed to utter, desperately trying to stop these people from choking her.

The ward door was opened, and the lights suddenly came on.

The dark figures vanished quickly.

Wen Liyan's eyes widened in shock as he rushed over, shouting, "Feifei? Let go! Let go now!"

Wen Fei snapped out of her daze, looked at him, and suddenly burst into tears, "Dad..."

Wen Liyan grabbed her hand and hurriedly pressed the call button, asking the on-duty doctor to come over quickly.

The bandage on the injured side of her face was torn off, revealing a pool of blood, which was quite gruesome. There were also scratch marks on her arms and neck.

Her breathing became easy in an instant, and tears suddenly welled up in Wen Fei's eyes, gushing out in a torrent. The tears slid onto her wound, causing her excruciating pain, so much so that she convulsed.

The doctor examined her again, had the nurse reapply the medication and bandages, and earnestly advised her, "Dr. Wen, you need to control your emotions. Don't do anything to hurt yourself. Your body and hair are a gift from your parents, so cherish them. The person who is gone is gone, and the living must continue to live. You need to be optimistic. Although the injury on your face is severe, the current cosmetic surgery technology is very good, and it will recover well in the future. You can't lose faith and give up on yourself."

The doctor on duty was older, a few years younger than Pang Shenghua, and had short permed hair. She was familiar with Wen Liyan, and her feelings for Wen Fei were like those of a child.

Tears still welled in Wen Fei's eyes as she asked, "Dr. Li, are there ghosts in this world? Is Teacher Pang really gone?"

Dr. Li sighed and reached out to stroke Wen Fei's head. "I'm an atheist. I believe my hands can save lives, but if I've done my best and still can't, I have to accept it. I'm very saddened by Dr. Pang's fate, but even if there's another world we don't know about, Dr. Pang will go to heaven. She dedicated her life to medicine and is a role model for us. So, I think no matter how she leaves, she'll go to a place where spring is in full bloom and continue her mission. So, Wen Fei, you can't let yourself get too caught up in negative emotions. You're Dr. Pang's student; you have to carry on Dr. Pang's spirit."

Wen Fei nodded.

After Dr. Li came out, he told Wen Liyan, "Her emotions are unstable. Tomorrow, we will have a psychologist from the hospital participate in counseling and treatment. She may not be able to accept what has happened all at once."

"Dr. Wen, you should also take care of your health. Don't overwork yourself. You should hire a caregiver," Dr. Li said to Wen Liyan.

"At a time like this, I have to stay with her no matter what," Wen Liyan sighed.

In the ward, Wen Fei lay on the hospital bed, a faint smile inexplicably hanging on her pale and miserable face.

In just a moment, she vanished without a trace, gently closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

The next morning, when Wen Fei woke up, Wen Liyan was not there. The nurse took her temperature and told her that her father had gone out to buy her food.

Wen Fei's emotions had clearly calmed down a lot. The nurse said a few comforting words and then left.

She got out of bed to go to the bathroom to look in the mirror, and something clattered down as she got out of bed.

Wen Fei's scalp tingled as she looked at the lighter lying on the ground.

She rushed out of the ward. People were coming and going in the hospital corridor, and the smell of food was pungent.

Wen Fei grabbed a nurse who came out of the next ward, "Did anyone come to my ward this morning?"

"I didn't notice, it was early shift handover and I was busy." The nurse thought for a moment.

Wen Fei loosened her grip, but then she gripped the lighter tightly, her fingers trembling.

A lighter was thrown out of the car window, ignited, and with a bang, it helped her complete the final step she had already given up on.

The man smiled at her.