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

"Where am I blushing?" Xu Qingcheng retorted, but her face was burning hot.

Fu Jingting just looked at her. He didn't need to say anything; just looking at her made Xu Qingcheng restless. However, his posture completely restricted her escape route.

She bit her lip, feeling incredibly embarrassed, and kicked his leg to make him move away.

A few light kicks that barely hurt him weren't very intimidating; they were more like playful banter. She looked especially pretty with her face flushed.

He chuckled softly, and as he stood up, he pulled her up with him. "Come out and take a look. There are a few things I don't know where to put."

Xu Qingcheng was pulled up by him, and her feet hurt a little when she put her feet on the ground; this time the cramps were too severe.

She hissed in pain.

"Does it still hurt?" Fu Jingting turned around and asked her.

"A little, but it's alright." Xu Qingcheng shook off his hand and hurriedly walked out.

Several drawings she had made on the table were accidentally swept to the floor by the hem of her clothes.

Fu Jingting bent down to pick them up. She had already finished two of them, colored with watercolor pens, with a strong traditional Chinese style and a very harmonious color scheme.

There was a piece of paper shaped like a lucky lock, with four characters written next to it: "mutual affection".

Frost covers the ten-mile-long lake, and golden threads reflect the passing years.

Gazing at the moon, alone, I yearn for companionship; I envy not the immortals, but only the loving couple.

Materials: Red tourmaline, white diamonds, pearls; Craftsmanship: Filigree inlay.

"Don't touch my design draft." Xu Qingcheng turned around and saw it, quickly snatched it from his hand and put it back on the table.

"Is it the line from Tsui Hark's 'A Chinese Ghost Story' about the sorrow of fleeting youth and black hair?" Fu Jingting nodded, and she changed it to "inch by inch of gold thread" to match her gold thread engraving.

A very unique pendant.

Xu Qingcheng turned her head to look at him, with a look that said, "Oh, you actually knew that."

Fu Jingting clicked his tongue and lightly tapped her forehead with two fingers. "What, can't I know?"

It didn't hurt, but his actions were inexplicably intimate. Xu Qingcheng covered her forehead with her hand and glared at him.

Fu Jingting seemed completely oblivious to her glances, casually glancing at the manuscripts she had spread out on the table. One of the completed manuscripts had a fashionable style, exquisite and sophisticated, in line with current aesthetics.

This unfinished version has a traditional Chinese style, and it also includes a pair of rings with two dragons playing with a pearl. The design is quite beautiful.

However, the process described next to her was extremely complicated, requiring the use of several traditional handicrafts such as casting, chasing, hammering, filigree, and openwork.

There was another piece called "The Harmony of Phoenixes," equally intricate and exquisite, which involuntarily conjured up in his mind the magnificent scene of her wearing it—a grand wedding dress with a phoenix coronet and embroidered robes, adorned with these ornaments.

He tapped it lightly with his finger without saying a word.

Xu Qingcheng was curious about his opinion. The designer was undoubtedly very satisfied with her work, but she didn't know how others viewed it. This was her first draft, and it would definitely need to be revised many times. She leaned closer and asked, "What do you think?"

She tilted her head slightly to look at him, her eyes bright as she waited for his reply. Fu Jingting looked at her, and he gently pinched her chin with his fingers. "Beautiful."

"I'm asking about the artwork." Xu Qingcheng reached out and slapped his hand away.

"Yes, I was referring to the works as well."

"..."

Miss Xu's face flushed red instantly, and she turned and left.

Fu Jingting chuckled, his gaze sweeping over her design drafts and landing on her discarded manuscripts. Among the many pieces of jewelry, one manuscript stood out from the rest.

The man picked it out.

It must be said that she was quite skilled at drawing; a few pencil strokes brought a sketch to life on the paper, a simple depiction of a man, except that a deep tooth mark was clearly visible on his Adam's apple.

The pencil's black ink was applied so heavily that even without visible blood, it appeared deep.

Fu Jingting's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he gently pressed his fingers against his neck.

Xu Qingcheng went out, then remembered something. She hurriedly returned, snatched the drawing from his hand, tore it to shreds in a few strokes, and threw it into the trash can.

dying.

It was truly unconscious; she drew it in just a few strokes. The embarrassment of having her thoughts exposed made her face turn completely red.

She turned to leave after the drawing was thrown into the trash can, but Fu Jingting grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

He held her close to his chest, his eyes filled with indescribable emotions, her image reflected in his pupils—charming, beautiful, and full of life.

Fu Jingting held her tightly, his heart pounding. Some thoughts were about to surface, but he dared not confirm them easily. Even so, he could not suppress his joy.

"A beauty that could topple a city".

He called her name, his voice low and hoarse, filled with unspeakable emotion, striking her heart with a deep, resonant sound.

Her heart trembled slightly, and Xu Qingcheng frantically placed her hands on his chest. "What are you doing?"

The man pulled his arm back slightly and smiled, "It's nothing."

Xu Qingcheng was being squeezed so tightly he could hardly breathe, but he didn't let go. He even seemed quite happy, lowering his eyes to ask her, "Want to bite? You can bite."

A glint of light flashed in the man's eyes, and an evil aura emanated from the depths of his being, making one's cheeks feel hot.

Xu Qingcheng stammered, "Wh-what...what nonsense are you talking about? What are you biting?"

She was so angry she wanted to jump up and down, but she couldn't escape, and she was so embarrassed she wanted to dig a hole and fall in.

Fortunately, the doorbell rang, and Fu Jingting released her. Xu Qingcheng ran to open the door, but before she could open it, the man blocked her way.

Fu Jingting turned around and glanced at her, his gaze falling on her shoulder.

Xu Qingcheng consciously pulled up the robe that had slipped off her shoulder.

The man then opened the door and brought in the lunchbox.

She hadn't eaten much all day, and now she was feeling quite full just looking at the food.

The meals were all light and simple, yet plentiful. He used the kitchen of a five-star hotel for takeout, which was quite luxurious.

However, Xu Qingcheng was hungry and, disregarding any pretense, ate quite heartily.

Fu Jingting stared at her. "Aren't you feeling unwell?"

"Hmm?" Xu Qingcheng asked.

Seeing that everything seemed fine, Fu Jingting didn't ask any more questions.

Surprisingly, the two didn't come to blows; the atmosphere was quite warm.

Fu Jingting helped her tidy up the kitchen, and the room was almost done as well. She said to put the remaining packages on the shelf and put them away.

Fu Jingting carried the box upstairs, and when he put it down, he saw the box she had wanted to throw away, which he had previously placed there.

Fu Jingting put down the package and opened the box.

Inside are their wedding photos, a jade pendant, and the wedding ring he gave her.

Xu Qingcheng followed behind and paused, surprised to see what the man was holding. "Wasn't it supposed to be thrown away? Why is it still here?"

"I kept it."

Fu Jingting replied that there was too much speculation at the time, which caused him to miss a lot of information.

He held the half of the improved jade pendant in his hand, and his nose suddenly felt sore and he couldn't bear it. When he had the accident, was she also very sad?

"It's useless, just throw it away."

He is safe and sound. Heaven has already granted her every wish. She shouldn't ask for too much.

Xu Qingcheng reached out to snatch it, but Fu Jingting grabbed her arm. He pulled her close, buried his face in her neck, and lightly brushed his lips against her skin, his voice husky, "Tell me, what did you wish for?"

He should have kept quiet until he asked, and she was on the verge of tears.

Xu Qingcheng pushed him away forcefully, "I didn't make any wish. This is a wishing plaque for her to wear."