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

Fu Jingting paused, then looked at her face in the dim light. She was still lost in a dream, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes like tiny brushes. Unlike during the day, she was soft, relaxed, and not tense at all.

A faint blush graced her face, her lips parted slightly, and her soft moans, like a cat's meow in the darkness, stirred the heart.

"A beauty that could topple empires?"

He called her softly, his voice close to her ear, his tone tense and clearly suppressed.

She hummed in response, as if she had heard him but also as if she hadn't. She nuzzled her cheek against his chest, her soft lips brushing against his skin, and pressed herself against him.

His T-shirt was too big on her, the neckline was loose, and everything visible and invisible was visible.

Fu Jingting felt as if his breath was being choked, his chest heaving violently. He reached out and hooked her leg as she climbed up, his voice low and husky as he reminded her, "Don't tempt me, I can't resist your temptation."

Such a soft sound drifted through the night.

Nobody could hear it.

Fu Jingting admitted that he was not a gentleman, much less a saint who could remain unmoved by a woman's advances. Even when she was a thousand miles away with a cold expression, he would still brave the coldness of a mountain to get close to her.

Moreover, she took the initiative to entangle herself with and get close to him.

Even if she may not be conscious.

Fu Jingting hugged the man tightly, his heart pounding as if it would jump out of his chest. He was somewhat mocking his own anxiety at the moment, wanting to do something naughty yet afraid of being discovered and slapped.

It's ridiculous that the two of them, who already have one child, are experiencing this kind of panic, but it's real; their hearts are pounding as if they're about to jump out of their chests.

He wanted to kiss her passionately, but when his lips touched hers, he held back, kissing her lips and her neck, listening to her soft breathing rise and fall in the dark night, like the sound of a piano, beautiful and melodious, making him want to keep trying to find out how much more moving music was in store.

Xu Qingcheng had a very strange dream. She dreamt that two giant dragons were playing in the air. One was a beautiful silver dragon with horns on its head and a majestic appearance. The sharp blades on its claws seemed to cut a bloody wound with every lift. The other was a petite, fiery red dragon with a small flame on its tail and playful, bright eyes.

The dream was so real that it seemed she could reach out and touch them, and even the scales on their bodies were clearly visible.

She should have been afraid of those two enormous dragons, yet she was inexplicably drawn to them and wanted to get closer to take a closer look. But suddenly, the silver-white dragon disappeared, leaving only the little fire dragon anxiously circling in place.

Xu Qingcheng was stunned, seemingly also getting anxious. Suddenly, a ball of fire appeared before her eyes, a raging flame. Her dreams were filled with fire, and the lava was spreading, threatening to burn her.

She felt thirsty, her throat was dry and itchy, and she couldn't breathe properly. She was panting heavily, and the unbearable heat was driving her crazy. Her body was filled with an unbearable desire, and the burning heat was scorching her mind. Suddenly, she felt a lot of grievances and panic, and she couldn't help but sob softly.

She lay softly and obediently in his arms, letting him do whatever he wanted. Fu Jingting supported himself with his arms, his forehead taut, feeling like he was about to explode, yet he remained careful and tender. He was delighted by her gentleness; this softness enveloped his heart layer by layer, and he could no longer escape it.

He was both impatient and desperately trying to hold back, his desire to hold her was so strong, spreading from the depths of his heart to his entire body.

His lips spread across her body, staining her skin, but the woman's sudden sobs stopped him from doing anything.

He suddenly looked up at her; her face was tightly closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a hint of moisture in the corner of her eye.

"Qingcheng." He called her name, a sudden panic rising in his heart. He reached out and stroked her cheek. "Don't cry, it's my fault."

He cupped her face in his hands and apologized, calling her "baby" and coaxing her gently. She actually fell for it and calmed down, rubbing her face against his palm. She wasn't fully awake, but she stopped sobbing.

Fu Jingting sighed, rested his head on her forehead, straightened her clothes, and watched her turn over in bed and fall asleep peacefully.

The man's gaze fell upon her. He lay down beside her for a while, then suddenly cursed under his breath, got up, and went into the bathroom.

……

Fu Jingting acted as her human pillow, with most of her body pressed against him. He could touch her but couldn't, and that night was an absolute sweet torment for him.

The bed in the guest room was quite large, and Xu Yuan slept on the other side. To prevent her from falling off the bed, she was given enough space, and the little one took up most of the bed by herself.

He wanted to pull Xu Yuan between them, but looking at the woman half-lying on him, he didn't want to move.

So be it.

Xu Qingcheng slept fairly soundly that night, except for a period in the middle that made her a little uncomfortable, but the pillow here was quite comfortable.

The steady, strong thumping of his heartbeat was calm and reassuring.

Wait... a heartbeat?

Xu Qingcheng suddenly opened her eyes.

"morning."

The man's husky voice, characteristic of early mornings, greeted her. Xu Qingcheng's mind went blank, and she couldn't utter a word when she met his gaze.

She had one leg draped over him, and her body was half-pressed against his. The man had one arm around her waist. The posture was too intimate and ambiguous.

But it looks like she took the initiative... and she's disheveled now, her T-shirt is practically nonexistent.

Xu Qingcheng's mind was in a daze. She hurriedly tried to get up, but he hooked his arm around her and turned to press her down. Xu Qingcheng quickly braced her arms against his chest.

"How could you...?"

"Xu Yuan wet the bed," Fu Jingting explained first. He pulled his arm away from her and pressed his hand on her shoulder. "It's still early, you can sleep with Xu Yuan a little longer."

Xu Qingcheng turned her head and saw Xu Yuan right next to her, sleeping soundly with most of her little bottom sticking out.

Following her gaze, Fu Jingting also saw her. He chuckled, reached out to cover Xu Yuan with the blanket, and then got up.

Turning her head, she saw Xu Qingcheng clutching her T-shirt, her face burning red.

Her skin is so fair and delicate that it is easy for marks to appear.

She was annoyed.

"Fu Jingting, you've gone too far!"

Her eyes instantly welled up with tears. How could he take advantage of her while she was sleeping?

He really couldn't refute her question.

Seeing her get up and run outside, he instinctively stopped her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his embrace. "I just kissed her, I didn't do anything else."

"Where did you kiss me?"

What does it mean to kiss? What does it mean to do nothing?

How could he possibly say that!

Xu Qingcheng stomped on his foot in annoyance.

There were even faint bruises on her inner thighs. She wasn't an inexperienced young girl; she couldn't possibly not know what was going on.

She even doubted whether what she thought was a dream of depravity was reality.

She still remembers the urgent feeling of wanting to be held, and even the person who took the initiative is still there.

She's a light sleeper; how come she slept so soundly last night and couldn't wake up?

Her eyes were red with anger and frustration, but this frustration wasn't entirely directed at him; it also extended to herself.

The more agitated she felt, the less pleasant she became to him. She couldn't blame herself, so she took it all out on him, without even bothering to carefully consider how suggestive his question was.

The man's dark eyes stared at her, burning with malice. He picked her up and carried her outside, looking for a place where they could be alone, so as not to wake Xu Yuan.

Xu Qingcheng struggled but couldn't defeat him. The man picked her up and turned to go into the study next door. "Want to know? I'll tell you."

He placed her on the desk, pulled up her T-shirt, and Xu Qingcheng gasped. She grabbed him and kicked him.

Fu Jingting grabbed her ankle and lifted her up, causing Xu Qingcheng to fall backward onto the desk. She screamed and kicked her legs, but the man leaned in closer.

He braced his arms on the desk, a fierce fire burning in his dark eyes. "I've tolerated you all night, are you sure you want to ask me where I kissed you?"

He pinned one of her legs down, the skin beneath his palm soft and white, his fingertips lightly touching it.

"The whole body, including..."

"Shut up!"

Xu Qingcheng roared to stop him, and she tried to sit up by supporting herself with her arms. The two looked at each other.

"You have no integrity whatsoever. I will never promise to spend the night with you again."

Fu Jingting suddenly sighed, and despite her struggles, he reached out and pulled her into his arms. "If you don't want to, I won't do anything rash. Give me a chance to take care of you."

"unnecessary!"

She answered in a firm tone, but tears almost welled up in her eyes.

He said those kinds of things...

What exactly does he mean?!

"Let me go, I want to take Xuyuan away." There was a hint of sobbing in her voice.

The man looked down at her and saw that her eyes were red and glistening with tears.

His heart tightened, and he pressed his fingers against her eyebrows. Xu Qingcheng turned her head and slapped his hand away. She pursed her lips tightly, and a tear slipped out as she turned her head.

Xu Qingcheng didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help it; her heart ached.

She can't find a way to interact with him normally. She doesn't want to see him, but she can't avoid seeing him because of Xu Yuan.

She couldn't get along with him calmly; she was afraid.

She felt that it was right for the two of them to keep their distance and be on the verge of conflict; that way, she wouldn't be afraid or waver.

When Fu Jingting saw her tears, his heart sank to the bottom. Did she despise him that much?

He had absolutely no experience pursuing women, let alone knowing what to do if he was rejected.

He remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was panicking.

The man cupped her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with his fingers. "Don't cry. I told you I won't do anything if you don't want to. I didn't last night..."

"You! Shut up!" Xu Qingcheng turned around and glared at him fiercely, almost as if she wanted to sew his mouth shut.

Her eyes were filled with tears, and she was angry, both furious and tearful, like a rose with dew in the morning.

Delicate and charming.

It's breathtakingly beautiful.

"Okay, I won't say anything." His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he reached out to cover her eyes. "Don't cry. Once you're all packed up and have breakfast, I'll take you home."

Zhong Wanxiu opened the door; the living room below was quiet, presumably because the people hadn't gotten up yet.

They had an important event yesterday, so they had to ask the nanny to take care of Xu Yuan for Jing Ting. However, they didn't expect that the nanny wouldn't stay and that they would have to take care of Xu Yuan themselves. Zhong Wanxiu was worried about this.

Young people these days have no idea how to take care of children, especially men.

But when I called him last night, he said Xu Yuan was asleep and I shouldn't worry.

Zhong Wanxiu still got up early to come and take a look.

The little one is adorable, and because of her young age, hearing loss, and the surgery she underwent, she inevitably receives more attention and care.

Zhong Wanxiu just loves it; seeing Xu Yuan reminds her of Si Chen when he was little.

It's often said that daughters are a mother's little cotton-padded jacket, and while boys are also loved, girls are loved even more.

She had the nanny cook some porridge and bring it over in a thermos. Zhong Wanxiu called out to her from downstairs, but no one answered.

She went straight upstairs to the master bedroom, but the door was open and no one was there.

Just as Zhong Wanxiu was wondering what was going on, she heard a sound coming from the study.

"I don't want to eat breakfast, and I don't want you to take me. Can't I just take a taxi?" Her voice was thick with a nasal tone, a resentful complaint, yet it also seemed to contain a hint of inexplicable coquettishness.

Zhong Wanxiu frowned. Who is it?

The heavy nasal tone distorted his voice, making his words sound like a rejection, yet also a bit...

That kind of delicate woman, the way she seduces men, playing hard to get, coy and alluring.

That's a really apt description.

Ms. Zhong had already formed a mental image of what was going on, and she was inexplicably angry that all sorts of shady women were being brought home.

Xu Yuan is still here, what is he doing?!

Do you still want a wife and children?!

"It's hard to get a taxi here, I'm just giving you a ride because it's on my way. Listen to me."

Jing Ting's voice was incredibly humble. Zhong Wanxiu had never heard him speak like that before.

The mother felt terrible; the son she raised would eventually end up with another woman.

Of course, it's fine if the other women are pleasing to the eye, but the real problem is if they are unpleasant little vixens.

Zhong Wanxiu had already decided in her heart that Xu Qingcheng would be her daughter-in-law, but men inevitably have some flaws. Thinking of this, Ms. Zhong got annoyed and, without considering any taboos, pushed open the study door.

The scene that caught Ms. Zhong's eye made her gasp in shock and her anger surge to the top of her head.

The man stood in front of the table, blocking the woman in front of him, but the woman's legs were dangling beside him...

"Mom? What brings you here?"

The sudden opening of the study door was frightening enough. Xu Qingcheng knew there was no one else here, and upon hearing the sound of the door opening, she was too scared to even peek out.

Upon hearing Fu Jingting call out "Mom" again, Xu Qingcheng felt a buzzing sensation on her scalp.

Zhong Wanxiu couldn't see anyone, and her good upbringing prevented her from saying anything particularly harsh, though she felt a sense of disappointment and frustration.

He simply shouted in a cold voice, "Come out."

The voice clearly indicated anger.

Fu Jingting clicked his tongue. What's going on today?

One wasn't appeased, and another one came along.

Just as he was about to turn around, his T-shirt was suddenly grabbed.

Xu Qingcheng panicked. She was like this... as soon as he left, she was completely exposed.

She bit her lip lightly as she looked at him.

She didn't really know what to do, but she couldn't possibly meet Zhong Wanxiu like this, disheveled.

She is the mother of Xu Yuan.

He is Xu Yuan's father.

That's right, but there's nothing between them. They're just... single.

Fu Jingting looked down at her. You could say that she was spoiled, angry, and used all sorts of rascal tactics when she was angry with him, such as kicking and hitting.

But there's one thing: she never loses her manners in front of her elders.

"Mom, Xu Yuan is in the guest room. Go check if she's awake." Fu Jingting wanted to get Mrs. Zhong out of the way.

"So you know Xu Yuan is in the guest room!" Zhong Wanxiu's cold voice rose three octaves. "You just got your daughter back and you're already trying to find her a stepmother? Fu Jingting, do you even have a brain?! At least create a good environment for Xu Yuan, don't bring just any woman home."