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

"Don't worry, it looks great."

He also commented.

A burst of fire made Xu Qingcheng's face burn, and she gritted her teeth and cursed, "You're a pervert!"

"Is this what you call perverted? I even accidentally took a screenshot."

Fu Jingting hooked his arm around her and continued talking. He also felt that he was really too miserable. Every time he used the excuse of looking for his daughter, she would answer the phone. At first, he would stay with Xu Yuan, but later he would just throw the phone at Xu Yuan and let her talk to him herself.

What can a baby under two years old say?

He kept repeating the same few sentences. Although he did like seeing Xu Yuan, he wanted to see the child's mother even more.

His words successfully stopped Xu Qingcheng from hanging up the phone. She was utterly incredulous at his shamelessness, her mind going blank for a moment. "Delete it right now!"

Xu Qingcheng was so angry she wanted to reach through the screen and strangle him.

Fu Jingting chuckled softly, "I was just kidding."

Xu Qingcheng stared at him. "Do you think I believe that?"

"If you don't believe me, come and check for yourself. I'll keep it safe and won't leak it." He smiled at her.

The man in the video was still wearing a shirt, and when he smiled, one corner of his mouth curled up slightly, which Xu Qingcheng thought was... very slutty!

Ms. Xu abruptly hung up the phone.

Fu Jingting looked at the phone where the video call had ended and clicked his tongue softly.

He wanted to ask her how she was feeling, but he didn't ask. He remembered her words from earlier that day, "Could it be that I can get pregnant by myself?" which had really pleased him.

Perhaps she really did have an upset stomach.

Xu Qingcheng hung up the phone and sulked for a while. She then took the phone to Xu Yuan and told her not to switch the camera view so easily.

Little Wish was too busy fiddling with her picture book to understand anything.

Xu Qingcheng looked at her dejectedly and gently pinched her cheek.

I told Xu Yuan a story. The picture book was about a bear family, and one of the pictures showed the family of three sleeping together.

Xu Yuan pointed and said, "Yuan Yuan also wants to sleep with Mom and Dad."

Xu Qingcheng paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered the night she slept in Jingshan No. 1. Her cheeks were flushed, and she had fallen into such a deep sleep that she didn't even notice when someone else got into her bed.

"Can't."

Why?

"You're too old to sleep by yourself now."

Why?

Xu Qingcheng was driven to the brink of collapse by Xu Yuan's endless stream of "whys," but she finally managed to coax her to sleep.

She breathed a sigh of relief, lay down, and realized she hadn't eaten much that evening and was feeling a little hungry.

Xu Qingcheng touched her belly and realized that she had indeed gained weight and even had a little tummy.

Forget it, I'm not going to eat anymore. I should go on a diet.

Xu Qingcheng hugged Xu Yuan, perhaps because she had been repeatedly reminded that she was pregnant, and couldn't help but think about it again.

I felt inexplicably uneasy.

She looks like this, so she probably isn't pregnant, right?

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but shudder and quickly reassured herself, "No, no, it's probably just that I'm not feeling well."

Xu Qingcheng hugged Xu Yuan tightly. Her eyelids were heavy. She had been getting tired easily lately and would fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Even in her drowsy state, she was still thinking about going to the hospital to get checked out.

The next morning, Xu Qingcheng moved her art supplies to Xinghe Bay, wanting to quickly pack up so she and Xu Yuan could move over as soon as possible.

Before she could even get a foothold in the door, she called the production assistant who said that the craftsmen at the factory said that even if they made the changes as agreed, it wouldn't work, and that Xu Qingcheng should just change the design.

Changing the design draft is no easy task these days, especially with the deadline only a few days away.

Xu Qingcheng thought for a moment and then drove directly to Master Feng's place, asking him to help her think of a solution or recommend a craftsman who could carve wax by hand.

The two discussed it for a while before deciding on a plan. Master Feng said he would give it a try and give her an answer tomorrow.

As the event drew near, her heart sank, fearing that something unexpected might happen. Xie Yin's entrustment of this activity to her was a sign of his trust in her and a sign of his support for her.

She was particularly afraid of something going wrong; it was secondary for her to lose face, but she couldn't let Xie Yin lose face.

She usually prepares two plans, but because of Xu Yuan's surgery and Dr. Pang's matter, she has been out of sorts and lacks inspiration for a while, so she has no backup plan this time. She feels particularly uncertain and anxious.

Xu Qingcheng returned to Xinghe Bay, determined to make a backup plan, but she didn't have a clear direction. She tidied up the room for a while, immersing herself in the matter to calm her mind.

By the time it got dark, she had finished most of the tidying up. Exhausted, Xu Qingcheng collapsed onto the sofa. She got up, took a shower, changed into her pajamas, and asked the property management to bring up a bucket of water.

Just after I hung up the phone, Fu Jingting called.

She answered the phone and told him directly, "Xu Yuan isn't with me. Call again tomorrow night."

There was a pause on the phone, then the caller asked, "Another day? Aren't you going home tonight?"

"I'm not going back."

"Where is it?" Fu Jingting asked her, "Star River Bay?"

He overheard Xu Yuan's conversation with Zhao Lan last night and became suspicious.

Fu Jingting is truly, more than he has ever been before, with all his thoughts focused on her.

"Mind your own business."

The doorbell rang, and the property management company brought up water.

"That's all, I'm hanging up now."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Qingcheng rushed to open the door. As soon as she opened it, she saw not only the property management staff delivering water, but also a man standing at the door holding a bunch of toys.

She wore a hazy blue silk slip dress, and because she needed to let the property management staff in, she also put on a robe because it was hot, but without a tie. The V-neck with small lace trim was incredibly alluring.

Her hair wasn't dry.

It seemed as if their entire bodies were still enveloped in steaming moisture, making it impossible to look away.

Ignoring her stunned expression, Fu Jingting shoved the toy in his hand into her hands. The man stepped in and blocked her way, then turned to the property management staff and, with the air of a master, ordered, "Just put it here."

He left the water bottle at the door, and the property management staff had him sign a form before leaving.

Fu Jingting picked up the water jug ​​with one hand and carried it inside, thus entering the house.

What are you doing here?

"Weren't you moving in? Let's see if you've packed up. And while you're at it, bring Xuyuan some toys." He pointed to the toys she was holding.

Xu Qingcheng then remembered the toy she was holding, quickly put it down, and frowned, "Don't buy her too many toys, she can't play with them all."

"Um."

The man responded, his gaze falling on her, his dark eyes darkening, making her afraid to look directly at him.

Xu Qingcheng turned her head away, unconsciously rubbing her arm. "Alright, I'll accept the toy for Xu Yuan. You can go now."

"Why didn't you dry your hair?" he asked. "You'll catch a cold."

Xu Qingcheng was about to say it was none of your business when she saw him walk towards the bathroom. She remembered that her change of clothes were piled up inside, so she hurriedly followed to stop him, but the man had already gone in.

The bathroom was still steamy, indicating that she had just taken a shower.

I was suppressing some emotions, and the image of her changing clothes last night kept replaying in my mind.

He clicked his tongue, saying that she was his cure.

Fu Jingting reached out and pulled her in. He took a towel and covered her head to wipe it clean, but Xu Qingcheng struggled and said, "I don't need you, I can do it myself."

He kept her in front of the sink without saying a word, just drying her hair, but he wouldn't let her run away. If she slipped out of his control, he would pull her back.

She stood in front of him, and could see his neatly buttoned shirt, except for the top two buttons which were undone.

The man's neck has a great line, especially the area around the Adam's apple, which is indescribably sexy in the interplay of light and shadow.

He doesn't actually like wearing ties, except on very formal occasions.

In the past, I thought that a good man was one who buttoned up his shirt and wore a tie properly, a proper and abstinent old cadre.

Don't be like him, so casual, as if he's constantly exuding hormones, making you want to reach out and unbutton another button because of those lines.

Xu Qingcheng's mind was in a mess. She was surprised to find that she actually had the idea of ​​taking off his shirt. Her face, which was covered by a towel, suddenly turned red.

She bit her tongue angrily and turned to run away, but as soon as she turned around, she was pulled back, and his voice came from above her head, "Okay."

The towel on her head fell down from behind her head, catching the ends of her hair, and after wiping it clean, he placed it on the towel rack next to her.

The towel rack was next to the sink. As he stretched his arm forward, Xu Qingcheng felt a lump in her throat and quickly reached out to brace herself against his chest.

When the man stopped and saw her movement, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes, both wicked and wild, with an unspoken clarity, as if he had seen right through her.

Her face, which hadn't completely cooled down, burned even hotter. Xu Qingcheng shoved him hard, and the man suddenly let out a low, muffled chuckle. He blocked her with one arm, "What are you thinking about?"

"I wasn't thinking about anything." She ground her teeth, looking like she wanted to bite him to pieces.

Fu Jingting looked down at her. The water in her hair had been absorbed by the towel, and although her hair was still wet, it was no longer dripping.

The man ran his fingers through her hair, gently smoothing the strands. His fingertips lightly pressed against her scalp, making Xu Qingcheng's teeth tingle. This intimate gesture made her feel uneasy and compelled her to run away.

The man placed his hand on the back of her head, supporting it slightly. As she raised her face, he suddenly leaned down and kissed her.

"Well……"

The woman's faint resistance vanished between his lips and teeth. She smelled of shower gel, and her own scent was sweet and alluring, stirring his senses. Once he was exposed to it, he could easily lose control.

If they continued kissing, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to stop, so Fu Jingting forced himself to release her.

She angrily slapped his chest, "What are you doing?"

The man let her hit him without stopping her. He tightened his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest.

The woman's eyes seemed to be tinged with color, the shimmering light gathering an unconsciously vibrant hue within her beautiful eyes.

Xu Qingcheng was furious at his flirting, and even more furious at herself for being somewhat... She gritted her teeth and vented her anger by hitting him haphazardly.

The man had only one arm around her, and after a long while, he said, "I couldn't help it."

Xu Qingcheng gasped, then slapped him on the chest in annoyance. "Is that a reason?"

How can that not be a reason?

Fu Jingting chuckled, "I'll try my best to be careful."

Who cares whether he's paying attention or not? Xu Qingcheng shoved him away forcefully, "You've given away the toy, now get out."

The man stopped in his tracks after she pushed him into the living room. The living room was still a bit messy, with lots of things belonging to both adults and children. She spent a long time tidying up, but she had only managed to organize her and Xu Yuan's clothes. The toys outside were still scattered and hadn't been tidied up yet.

The man turned around, grabbed her arm, and picked her up in his arms. "Stop fooling around. Your room isn't ready yet. I'll help you."

"No need," she refused.

Moreover, she had been working on it all day and felt so tired that her back was so stiff and sore that she didn't want to move at all.

Fu Jingting placed her on the sofa, and the downward movement caused her outer robe to slip down, revealing a sexy, thin ice silk slip dress that was inexplicably alluring on her.

Fu Jingting reached out and pulled the strap of her dress, which had slipped to one side, back onto her shoulder. His voice was a little hoarse. "I'll leave after I've tidied up the room."

Xu Qingcheng slapped his hand away and pulled up her outer robe to tie it.

The man got up and conscientiously began tidying up the clutter.

Xu Qingcheng looked away as she watched him roll up his sleeves and get to work.

"There are a few traditional Chinese style dolls inside that Si Chen bought for Xu Yuan," Fu Jingting said.

Xu Qingcheng looked at the toys he brought. She opened the bag and found several adorable handmade dolls dressed in Chinese-style clothing, with exquisite craftsmanship.

She took one out to look at it; it was two little figures, a man and a woman, in the style of the Tang Dynasty in China, wearing dragon robes and phoenix crowns.

Xu Qingcheng herself liked it, but her gaze fell on the embroidery on the clothes.

People have many dreams, but most of them are not deeply remembered. Some are forgotten upon waking, and some are remembered even after waking but are not clearly recalled. But looking at the dragon shape above...

Xu Qingcheng remembers that dream.

It's very clear, even the scales seem to be clearly visible, yet she finds it beautiful and cute. How could she find such a fierce dragon shape cute?

Xu Qingcheng smiled, but suddenly had an inspiration. She got up and ran to the study, taking out her drawing board and watercolors.

The "Guofeng" (traditional Chinese style) trend is also a popular element. Ancient jade artifacts are often decorated with dragon and phoenix patterns. Combining this element with traditional clothing in modern jewelry will create a stunning effect.

Xu Qingcheng painted and colored at the same time, constantly refining her work even when she had inspiration.

Fu Jingting watched as she ran into the study and didn't come out again. Curious, he walked to the door and saw her sketching a simple diagram with a pencil, looking very serious.

He didn't disturb her. He tidied up the things, and when he saw that it was late, the refrigerator was empty.

Fu Jingting simply called to order food.

Suddenly, a scream was heard from the study, and the man dropped what he was holding and rushed into the study.

Xu Qingcheng braced herself on the desk with both hands, her face contorted in pain. "My legs... my legs are cramping."

Perhaps I had been drawing in one position for too long, and just as I was about to stretch my leg, I suddenly got a cramp.

Fu Jingting rushed over, bent down in front of her, and used one hand to pull her toes up while the other hand massaged her calf.

It took her quite a while to recover, and Fu Jingting only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her face relax.

"Are you all better? Does it still hurt?"

Xu Qingcheng shook her head; the pain almost brought tears to her eyes.

Knowing she was afraid of pain, Fu Jingting didn't let go, massaging her with his hands in a gentle but firm way.

She was still sitting in the chair, and he squatted down in front of her, holding her foot with one hand and placing it on his knee. Her other leg was on the ground, and the hem of her nightgown was bunched up, so he could see it as soon as he looked up.

Xu Qingcheng suddenly realized that she wanted to pull her leg back, but he wouldn't let her move. "Does this often?"

"No, it just happened suddenly." Xu Qingcheng tugged at her skirt to cover herself, looking awkward. "Okay, you don't need to press anymore."

The man's palm was warm, and when it touched her calf, it felt like a fire was burning there, shooting upwards.

The air suddenly became tense and quiet.

Fu Jingting looked up; the woman's face was slightly flushed.

Xu Qingcheng's gaze inevitably met his, and her face seemed to turn even redder. She abruptly turned her eyes away, but inadvertently exposed one of her bright red ears to him.

"Don't catch a cold," he instructed in a low voice, releasing her feet with his hands as he stood up, but the man braced his hands on the armrests of the chair.

The man's dark eyes fixed on her. "Why are you blushing?"