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

"What are you staring at me for?" Miss Xu glanced at him sideways, rubbing her face with her hand. She wasn't wearing makeup today, so what was there to see?

She was in a hurry to get back to Shengshi Group to handle some matters, but how could she fix the tear in her skirt?

Do you have a coat here?

"no."

The man refused outright.

Don't you keep a spare set of clothes in your office?

"I won't let go."

Xu Qingcheng glared at him, then turned to look at his row of office cabinets, which were full of books and documents.

I didn't see a place to hang clothes.

His office is very open and doesn't even have a rest area.

Xu Qingcheng was a little discouraged, but finally her gaze fell on the suit he was wearing. "How about I borrow your suit for a bit?"

"No."

Why?

"I'm cold."

"..." He actually said he was cold?!

Xu Qingcheng's forehead twitched; she had never seen such a handsome man before.

Also, is this something a man would do?

They have absolutely no sense of romance.

Xu Qingcheng was frustrated and anxious, but she couldn't just go out like that.

She originally wanted to find an easy way to just put on her clothes and leave, but that doesn't mean she had no other options.

"Never mind, I'll have someone send over some clothes."

Xu Qingcheng took out her phone and called her assistant, "Yu Sheng, come pick me up at the Fu Group. My clothes are snagged. Could you also bring me a new outfit? I'll send you the location of my usual store later. Size? They only do custom-made clothes there. Here, I'll give you my measurements... Ugh..."

When his phone was suddenly taken away, Fu Jingting immediately hung up.

"Your assistant is a man?" The voice was a little cold.

"Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise what?" Fu Jingting's forehead veins bulged. Giving a man her measurements? She's really something.

Without giving her a chance to speak, the man grabbed her wrist and led her directly to the bookshelf. He pushed the sliding door open and discovered a hidden space.

There is a hidden rest room behind it.

Xu Qingcheng's lips curled slightly. How annoying! She had to use her brain to lend her clothes. Two hours had passed just getting here from Shengshi, and with the traffic, she'd lost so much time! Didn't she value her time?!

The woman was pushed inside. His wardrobe had a few seasonal clothes hanging there, including casual and formal jackets, shirts, and T-shirts, but they were all dark-colored.

Her gaze swept across the clothes rack, landing on a mid-length black trench coat, which she almost instinctively picked up.

It was a simple, fitted style, different from the one she had at the laundromat, but it still carried his scent in addition to the faint fragrance of laundry detergent.

So obvious, she only needed to take a light sniff to get it into her nose.

Xu Qingcheng found it unbelievable. She liked this taste even more than his kisses. It was a strange emotion that she herself had never thought about carefully.

Without hesitation, she put on the clothes, rolling up the cuffs several times before revealing her hands.

The dress was very long, with the hem almost level with the hem of her skirt, providing excellent coverage.

She turned around and smiled, "Thank you."

The saying goes, "A smile that turns heads is captivating." A smile that could topple a city, a second smile that could topple a nation—that's no more than that.

Xu Qingcheng, that's the name.

Fu Jingting cleared his throat, unwilling to admit that she, who considered herself a beauty, was always unexpectedly stunning.

Xu Qingcheng straightened her clothes, looked up, and suddenly asked him, "Is your arm feeling better?"

Unsure how much truth lay in her question, Fu Jingting replied rather casually, "Not yet. Flesh and blood are torn apart, and white bone is exposed. Want to see?"

As he spoke, he even made a gesture of lifting his sleeve so she could see it.

"Need not!"

Xu Qingcheng hurriedly grabbed his hand. His description was too horrifying; the thought of blood everywhere made her feel terrible.

Only now, seeing the way he was smirking, did she realize he was playing a trick on her.

She gritted her teeth, annoyed. "Are you crazy?! Is it fun to scare me?!"

Her eyes sparkled with a hint of unreadable grievance, and Fu Jingting's playful comment was abruptly cut off.

She gently placed her hand on his injured arm, carefully, "Does it hurt a lot?"

She looked as if she was in pain just thinking about it, shivered, and then, without waiting for his reply, stepped out of the lounge.

Fu Jingting lightly pressed his finger between his eyebrows, and a smile he couldn't hide appeared at the corner of his eye.

Picking up her bag, Xu Qingcheng walked quickly to the door but then turned back. "If you need me to play the role of a couple with you to provoke Ye Wenhan, I will definitely cooperate fully."

Her full cooperation must be based on her own interests. Fu Jingting glanced at her and said calmly, "No need."

"Oh well."

Miss Xu was very disappointed, though she had expected it. Her mother wanted to meet her boyfriend, which was a big problem.

When Xu Qingcheng arrogantly left the Fu Group wearing Fu Jingting's trench coat, the group's internal chat room exploded.

Soon, someone discovered that this beautiful young lady was Xu Qingcheng from Shengshi Group, who could be considered a "rich, beautiful, and successful woman," even though the group was facing problems.

Then, within a day, speculations about Fu Jingting's ability to win favor with everyone spread like wildfire.

Fu Jingting looked at the information Duan Heng had compiled and laughed in exasperation. This woman really was full of tricks and schemes.

"Right now, it's mostly individual speculation, and there's no real information. Should we take it easy?" Duan Heng asked.

"No need, this is fine." Fu Jingting put down the tablet. "Has Ye Chengnian made any moves?"

"Ye Wenhan has been placed under house arrest. I heard they're going to issue an apology letter through the media, but there's been no other news. However, Ye Chengnian has been meeting with your uncle frequently lately; I wonder what's going on." Duan Heng handed the information he had just found to Fu Jingting. "However, Madam Xu has depression, so they'll probably use that to try and exonerate Ye Wenhan and reduce public pressure."

Fu Jingting hummed in agreement, then pointed at the materials. "Go and send a copy to Xu Qingcheng."

Duan Heng agreed and turned to leave, but the man called him back, holding out his hand, "Give me the materials."

Duan Heng handed the materials back, being particularly attentive, "I also think it would be better if you, Young Master Fu, personally delivered them to Miss Xu."

"Should I say I'm going to deliver it to her?" Fu Jingting glanced at him sideways. "I think you've been a bit too free lately."

Duan Heng, "..."

……

When Xu Qingcheng returned to Shengshi, she sensed a tense atmosphere. Instead of rushing to a meeting, she delayed for a day to assess the situation.

Sure enough, she understood it completely after the meeting.

These people are no longer bothered with pretense and are very straightforward now.

"Qingcheng, you're still too young and impulsive, not mature enough. Also, you've dragged Shengshi into the center of public opinion because of your personal emotional issues, which are extremely basic mistakes. Right now, you have a lot of things to do at home, and your parents need your care. How about this, you take a break for a while." Director Chen, as the representative, offered what they considered to be a considerate and tactful suggestion.

Xu Qingcheng scoffed, "You're faking your unwillingness to sell peripheral businesses, and you're faking your future plans. What you really want is for me to step down, isn't it?!"