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

Xu Qingcheng hurriedly walked out, her chest curves clearly exposed.

She came out and went to rummage through his wardrobe as if she knew it best. It was full of men's clothes, not a single woman's garment.

Xu Qingcheng pulled out his T-shirt and put it on.

The sound of Xu Yuan crying loudly came from the bathroom.

Xu Qingcheng hurried inside again, "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to wash my hair, I don't want to wash my hair... Mom..." Xu Yuan cried, holding her head.

Now that she knows to look for her mother, why didn't she say she wanted to find her mother when she was asked to go with her? Why did she insist on finding her father instead?

Fu Jingting was also helpless, "I just rinsed her hair with the showerhead and she started crying, refusing to let me wash her hair..."

"You're going to spray the showerhead directly onto her head?" Xu Qingcheng closed her eyes tightly for a moment. "She'll be scared. The water will get in her eyes, and the shampoo will irritate them too."

"So how do you usually wash her?"

"We have baby-specific reclining chairs for shampooing."

Fu Jingting, "..." What is that?

Xu Yuan cried his heart out, wanting his mother to hold him. His wet, naked little body refused to stay in the bathtub and insisted on being held by his mother.

Xu Qingcheng's T-shirt was soaked again in an instant, but luckily she had put the whole thing on, so it was alright.

Xu Qingcheng picked up Xu Yuan and coaxed her for a while before she calmed down. The little one's eyes were red from crying, but she couldn't just leave halfway through the bath.

"You hold her, I'll wash her hair," Xu Qingcheng instructed Fu Jingting after thinking for a moment.

The man nodded. "How should I hug you?"

"Squat down. Hold her like this, and tilt her head forward a little." Xu Qingcheng instructed Fu Jingting to hold Xu Yuan horizontally on his lap, with the man's hands supporting the back of the little one's head, so that Xu Yuan's face was tilted upward.

It's like making a dad-made recliner for Xu Yuan.

Xu Qingcheng took the showerhead and set it to a gentle stream of water to wash Xu Yuan's hair, asking her as she did so, "Yuan Yuan, is this okay? You're not scared, are you?"

"Mmm." The little girl's voice was still choked with sobs.

Fu Jingting really... learned a lot.

After giving Xu Yuan a bath, Fu Jingting wrapped her in a towel, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom.

The kids would lie down on the bed and start shouting for stories.

Xu Qingcheng looked at him and said, "She wants to hear a story before bed, so why don't you tell her a story?"

Fu Jingting agreed, glanced at her clothes, and handed her one of his T-shirts. "Go and get ready too, and get some rest."

Xu Qingcheng took the clothes handed to her, turned around and left. She went to the bathroom to shower and get ready, while he stayed with her and told Xu Yuan stories.

Fu Jingting didn't have any picture books here, so the man searched for stories on his phone and told them to her one by one.

The little one nestled softly beside him. Perhaps it was the first time hearing his father tell a bedtime story, Xu Yuan was very excited and pouted his little lips to kiss his father.

Even the hardest heart would be melted by her cuteness. Fu Jingting teased her for a while, and the story was told in fits and starts.

However, it's amazing how kids sleep. One second they're excitedly playing with you, and the next they're fast asleep.

The little guy was still holding the little teddy bear plush toy in his hands.

Fu Jingting chuckled and bent down to kiss Xu Yuan's forehead, cheeks, and little mouth.

I have an indescribable fondness for you.

very nice.

He used to feel really regretful that she had aborted the child and completely severed all ties between them.

It's because they don't like or love the child that they refuse to have it no matter what.

So he never once thought that she would have a child, a child that might be related to him.

I never thought of that.

Therefore, I never thought of investigating her past.

As a result, he missed out on too much.

When Fu Jingting learned that she had given birth to Xu Yuan, to his child, he was overjoyed. It was as if a hard shell in his heart had shattered, and his whole being could be soft and tender.

Having a child is not easy, raising a child is even more difficult, especially when the wish is so special.

Fu Jingting reached out and touched her little ear, his heart throbbing and aching.

Xu Qingcheng had finished showering. There were no clothes for her here, so she felt awkward about agreeing to stay. Although his t-shirt was big enough for her, she still felt uncomfortable with nothing underneath. She didn't want to wear her underwear again after changing it off.

I haphazardly rubbed his skincare products on my body as body lotion, and my whole body smelled of him. It was a really strange feeling, like I was being hugged by him.

Xu Qingcheng felt inexplicably flustered and rearranged his things.

But this feeling still wouldn't go away. She was a mature woman who occasionally had needs, but she didn't really want them in her heart. However, her body's reaction was quite awkward.

She hugged her arms to her chest, crossed her legs and rubbed them together. She looked up and saw herself in the mirror, her face slightly flushed pink from the steam and her eyes glistening with moisture.

Xu Qingcheng bit her lip hard. How annoying!

After washing the underwear, she put it in the dryer to dry, and then went back to the guest room to tidy up.

As I passed the master bedroom door, I peeked inside through the open door and saw Fu Jingting bending down to kiss Xu Yuan, his gesture both careful and full of love.

Xu Qingcheng's eyes suddenly filled with tears, her heart ached, but she also felt that this was good. No matter what her parents were like, at least Xu Yuan received complete love.

She took a new mattress from the closet in the guest room, turned around when she heard the sound, and heard two knocks on the door before it was pushed open from the outside.

Fu Jingting stood at the door without taking another step, simply watching her.

The man's eyes were shadowed by the light, and she couldn't make them out clearly from the distance, but she felt that the way he was staring at her was strange.

Xu Qingcheng placed the blankets she was carrying on the bed. "Is Xu Yuan asleep?"

"Mmm." The man hummed in response. He walked in and took a corner of the sheet from her hand. "I'll help you."

The man's fingers touched hers, and Xu Qingcheng was suddenly startled. She felt the spot where he touched her was burning hot. She clenched her fingers into her palm and grabbed the bed sheet. "No need, I can do it myself. You can leave."

She hugged the bed sheet tightly to herself. Fu Jingting hadn't thought about anything at first; he just felt a pang of heartache. The happier he was with Xu Yuan, the more heartbroken he felt for Xu Qingcheng.

I wonder how she got through those two years, whether she was on the verge of a breakdown, and whether she cried.

Taking care of young children is really tiring.

This feeling filled his heart, making him want to cherish her if she gave him a chance.

No, we must create opportunities even if they are not given them.

But seeing her looking at him so warily, Fu Jingting's brow furrowed, and his gaze fell on her.

She was wearing his T-shirt, a pure white T-shirt that made her look very clean, and her long, half-wet hair made her face look even smaller.

The sheet she was holding covered most of her chest, so you couldn't see anything. Only a pair of long, slender, fair legs extended from under the hem of her T-shirt, and her two feet, wearing slippers, touched each other, with red nail polish on her ten round toes.

Xu Qingcheng is beautiful and alluring. Every part of her body, even her toes, is exquisitely sculpted by God, the kind of exquisite sculpting that makes his whole body ache.

In his entire life, there will probably never be another woman who can stir his emotions with just a glance like her.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He walked up to her and hugged her tightly.

Xu Qingcheng was stunned, then struggled to stand up, "We agreed you couldn't..."

"Qingcheng." He suddenly called her name, his deep voice teasing her ears, "You've worked hard. Xu Yuan, you did a great job. And thank you. Really."

His voice was deep and sincere, and Xu Qingcheng had no doubt that not a single word he said was false.

But for some reason, I felt a pang of sadness.

She's actually quite sentimental; even a simple word of comfort can bring her to tears.

But at this moment, besides this bitterness, another emotion pressed down on her, making her chest feel tight and painful, with nowhere to relieve it.

She carried his scent, his scent was everywhere, which made him want to infuse her with even more. He wanted to kiss her, to kiss every inch of her body, but even the most romantic thoughts dared not be put into practice at this moment.

Fu Jingting desperately suppressed these inappropriate thoughts for children. He released her, stepped out, and said, "Get some rest."

When I left, I closed the door to the guest room for her as well.

Xu Qingcheng turned her head to look at the closed door, then dropped the bed sheet, walked to the door, and locked it.

Her heart was pounding; this tension was less due to him and more due to herself.

Many things have become clear by now, and no one needs to explain them further.

But... love is a very mysterious thing.

Even though there was nothing between him and Wen Fei, her courageous confession to him was still completely shattered by him.

If he has other women in his heart and doesn't love her, she should give up; perhaps she simply can't compare to him.

But he had no other woman in his heart, and he still rejected her without hesitation. That is, no matter what comparison there was, she would not be his choice.

All that is in the past is in the past. He is thanking her now because he made a wish.

He felt the same desire a man has for a woman, just like when they first met, two people with no connection or feelings for each other could become intimately close.

Xu Qingcheng herself is a sucker for good looks, so she naturally knows the innate advantage of appearance. However, there is a difference between physiological attraction and heartfelt attraction.

Why is it so hard to win a man's heart?

Xu Qingcheng's nose stung a little. She knew what was wrong with her. She didn't like him, so she let him kiss and hug her. If it were any other man, she would beat him to death and never see him again in this lifetime, regardless of whether he was Xu Yuan's father.

This love, hidden deep in her heart, could not be completely erased; it could reignite at any moment. This feeling was like a knife that could burst forth from the ground at any time. She couldn't guess when she would be unable to suppress it any longer, and when this knife would suddenly appear and pierce her heart.

He both evoked desire and fear in her.

Xu Qingcheng now truly wishes there were other women around him, so that she could at least control herself from having any fantasies about other women's men.

After making the bed and hearing that there was no more noise outside, Xu Qingcheng suddenly remembered that her little clothes were still in the dryer.

She opened the door and ran over, only to see Fu Jingting opening the dryer door. Her face flushed red instantly, and Xu Qingcheng rushed over.

But it was too late.

Fu Jingting was stunned for a moment when he saw what was in his hand, but he still gripped it tightly when she came over to snatch it.

"Give it to me."

Xu Qingcheng stomped her foot.

He had taken a shower, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. The scars on his chest were hideous, yet they added to his wildness. Water droplets were still rolling on his skin, and he wasn't completely dry. He seemed to be radiating heat.

He was going to put his own clothes in there, but he didn't expect there were other clothes inside.

Looking at him now, he clearly saw what the body wrapped in his T-shirt looked like.

The man's eyes blazed with fury as he stared at her. Instead of giving her anything, he stuffed his clothes inside and closed the door. "It's wet. Dry it a bit more."

Xu Qingcheng gritted her teeth and took a step back, but before she could make another move, he picked her up.

He kissed her, his strong arms wrapped around her body, and his chest pressed against her, leaving her no way to escape.

"Well……"

He's a normal man, and with the woman he likes right in front of him, he really can't help but hug her.

She was wearing his T-shirt, using his shampoo and skincare products, all of which smelled familiar to him.

But within this familiar scent, there was also a sweet, cloying aroma—her scent—that made every bone in his body itch. He longed to devour this sweetness whole, leaving only her scent behind.

His breath was overwhelming and aggressive. His lips slid down from her mouth, across her chin and neck. The oversized T-shirt offered no sense of security; the neckline was so large that it would fall down with a single pull.

Xu Qingcheng's eyes welled up with tears, and her body tensed. She patted him, "We agreed you can't be disobedient."

Her voice was already choked with sobs.

Fu Jingting picked her up, pulled his hands out of his T-shirt, and lifted her up slightly. His forehead was pressed against hers, his breath was unsteady, but he still stopped, "Okay."

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

Even so, he didn't let go of her, and just held her like that.

He kept his word and didn't make any further moves, simply carrying her back to the guest room.

The room light illuminated her face, which was flushed red as if it were about to bleed.

Xu Qingcheng pursed her lips and turned her head, her profile revealing a sharp line. Her face was so red, yet so cold.

Fu Jingting was having a hard time holding back. He didn't want to, but seeing her like this, he had no choice but to.

He cursed under his breath, but still obediently put the person on the bed.

As soon as Xu Qingcheng touched the bed, she quickly rolled away from him.

Fu Jingting reached out and pinned the person down.

Xu Qingcheng's voice was shrill and high-pitched, "What are you doing?"

He didn't say anything, but silently pulled the blanket over her and covered her up tightly, so tightly that only her head was visible.

Her eyes were moist and particularly attractive.

Fu Jingting clicked his tongue lightly, turned around and left, closing the door behind him.

Xu Qingcheng's heart was not completely at ease even after he left.

She suddenly burrowed into the blankets, covering her face as well, and kicked her legs violently under the covers.

I want to die.

Meanwhile, Fu Jingting went into the bathroom, where cold water splashed all over him.

That night, Xu Yuan slept soundly. Perhaps because she had been jumping and skipping with Fu Mosen that morning, she slept very deeply and wet the bed without any warning.

Fu Jingting felt a warm sensation on his waist and lifted the blanket.

Fu Jingting, "..."

Xu Qingcheng is wrong; this little guy didn't give any hints at all.

The man watched with a dark expression as the child obediently moved his bottom to the other side and continued to sleep soundly.

He thought for a moment, then picked her up.

The guest room door was locked.

But that's not a problem for him.

Fu Jingting unlocked the door with his key and carried Xu Yuan inside.

Xu Qingcheng is a light sleeper, but lately she doesn't know why, she sleeps very deeply and always feels like she hasn't had enough sleep.

I thought I wouldn't sleep well in a different place, but I slept like a log and had a lot of bizarre dreams, and some... too embarrassing to talk about...

The child smelled so familiarly of his grandmother that Xu Qingcheng didn't even notice anything amiss.

Fu Jingting placed Xu Yuan in her arms, and Xu Qingcheng automatically took the little one into her arms. She wrapped her arms around Xu Yuan and rested her chin on Xu Yuan's little head. The two of them together created an indescribably beautiful scene.

The bedside lamp cast a soft, yellow glow, and he even felt that this could last forever.

The man leaned over and lay down beside her, pulling them both into his arms. Even the overwhelming sense of satisfaction couldn't stop his urges.

His lips roamed behind her ear, and his hands followed...

Xu Qingcheng breathed heavily and hummed softly. She suddenly turned over and faced him, rubbing her face against his chest.