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

"Young Master Fu, the Jiang family has approached us several times regarding financing, but I've turned them down each time." Duan Heng put down the project proposal. "I also expressed that FUC will withdraw from Jiang's investment and financing business in the next round. However, they are not willing to accept this, thinking it's just a little game between women and there's no need to escalate it to this point."

"You think so too?" Fu Jingting slammed the project proposal in his hand onto the table and looked up at Duan Heng.

"No, that's not it. I was just curious what you think. The Jiang family's project has a pretty good prospect."

"When we invest, we look at three things: the industry, the leader, and the team. Even if the industry is right, if the leader and the team are not good, even the best industry will be ruined." Fu Jingting stood up. "Of course, that's the official line; the reality is that they made me unhappy."

Duan Heng, "..." Okay, you're right.

The public relations department called Duan Heng's mobile phone directly, asking whether he should intervene or handle the information they had detected about Xu Qingcheng.

Duan Heng glanced at Fu Jingting and then simply pressed the speakerphone button.

"What information do you need from Miss Xu? I'm with Young Master Fu, so just tell me directly."

"Some negative rumors and photos. But it hasn't formed any significant public opinion yet; it's just circulating in a small circle." The public relations department spoke cautiously and hesitantly, "They are some rather explicit photos."

Fu Jingting's face darkened when he received the photo.

It's not just large in scale, it's absolutely outrageous.

A scantily clad woman straddles a man.

There was one on the plane, lying on a man's lap, her long hair obscuring her face.

There are also those who play games in the car.

……

It's absolutely disgusting.

Although the man's face is not shown in the picture, it is clear that it is not the same man.

Fu Jingting suddenly picked out a photo from the middle, his eyes fell on it, and he pointed it out to Duan Heng, "This photo looks familiar."

This is probably the most normal photo here.

Duan Heng looked over.

It was a photo of them kissing in front of a door. It looked quite cold, judging from the man's coat.

Despite the cold weather, Xu Qingcheng was wearing extremely thin pajamas. The close-fitting fabric clearly outlined her good figure. She wrapped her arms around the man's neck and took the initiative to kiss him. The woman's face was clearly captured, and even in the photo, one could almost feel her trembling eyelashes.

Most of the man's face was cut off, leaving only half of his face and a refined jawline.

The photo is cropped so much that the surrounding environment is not visible. Apart from recognizing Xu Qingcheng herself, nothing else is clear.

Duan Heng glanced at Fu Jingting, unsure of what he was showing him, and dared not say anything more.

Fu Jingting asked again, "Do the people inside look familiar?"

Duan Heng, "..."

Why do you have to ask him?

"It seems to be Miss Xu."

"I asked the man."

Duan Heng, "..."

Fu Jingting glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Putting down the photo in his hand, Fu Jingting tore the rest into pieces and threw them into the trash can. "Have the tech team check if these photos are photoshopped."

Duan Heng suddenly realized what was happening and hurried off to make arrangements.

Half an hour later, he told Fu Jingting, "It's definitely a composite."

"Should we tell Ms. Xu to release a statement and a lawyer's letter first?"

Fu Jingting lowered his eyes and stared at the photo beside him, then tapped it, "Is this also a composite?"

Duan Heng cautiously observed Fu Jingting's expression, unable to fathom his thoughts, but still stated truthfully, "Only this one isn't."

The office fell silent for a moment.

Duan Heng waited for his instructions, not daring to leave easily, the atmosphere inexplicably oppressive.

"Block all existing information. Not a single photo can be leaked. Also, investigate the source of these photos." Fu Jingting gave the order, and as he got up to leave, he took the only remaining photo on the table with him.

Duan Heng noticed that his expression was clearly not good when he left, but he still couldn't help but remind him.

"Miss Xu is pregnant," Duan Heng said, then added, "twins."

Fu Jingting turned to look at him. "What do you want to say?"

"Stay calm."

Fu Jingting, "..." Damn it!

Duan Heng felt that Fu Jingting's last glance made him want to kill him.

Even so, he still dutifully reminded her that even if she was cheated on, she should remain calm, since she was pregnant and the child was innocent.

Fu Jingting had already left, but then suddenly turned back and stood in front of Duan Heng's desk.

"I'll take some time to get eye surgery."

Duan Heng, "..."

……

Song Chang accompanied Xu Qingcheng shopping; Xu Qingcheng's clothes no longer fit and she needed to change.

Song Chang glanced at Xu Qingcheng's belly and teased her, "You're keeping the baby, right? No need to worry anymore."

Xu Qingcheng rested her chin on her hand and smiled.

Song Chang clicked his tongue. "I really can't stand seeing you like this. Who are you envious of?!"

"I'm so envious of you." Xu Qingcheng covered half of her face and laughed. Although she had encountered some bad things, it seemed that these things were not enough to affect her mood.

He was probably the only one who could truly stir her emotions.

Song Chang clicked his tongue twice and said, "Kaise is having a tough time lately. FUC didn't continue to invest, which has caused many smaller investment institutions to also be watching and waiting. Fu Jingting's actions are probably 80% because of you, and 20% because of the project itself."

"Why don't you say it's the other way around?" Xu Qingcheng glared at Song Chang. "He's not that irrational."

"Oh, he's not that irrational. He's just saying that, but he's probably secretly overjoyed." Song Chang bluntly exposed her.

Xu Qingcheng reached out and patted her, "Aren't you annoying? You'd be uncomfortable if you didn't embarrass me, right?"

"Seriously, your belly is getting bigger, what are you two planning to do? What did Fu Jingting say? Did he propose?"

Upon hearing Song Chang's question, Xu Qingcheng giggled, shyly covering her face with her hands, her eyes sparkling with coquettish charm. "What do you think?"

Depend on!

"No, I can't stand you anymore! Look at your shameless behavior! You think you're so great just because you got a marriage proposal?" Song Chang slammed her hand on the table, clutching her chest as she tried to leave.

Xu Qingcheng looked like she was completely wrapped up in a honey pot, which was a devastating blow to someone who had been rushing headlong down the road of love but still couldn't see any future.

"Alright, alright, I won't upset you anymore." Xu Qingcheng laughed and pulled him away. "He just told me he wanted me to be his wife. But I didn't agree. No flowers, no ring, not romantic at all."

Xu Qingcheng smiled, thinking about the flutter in his heart when he said those words to her; her heart was beating very fast.

"Although I agree that no formal proposal means no marriage, why is your order of events always different from others?" Song Chang glanced at her. "You're carrying two babies in your belly, and this is your second marriage, yet you still act like an innocent young girl."

"The pregnancy was an accident," Xu Qingcheng said, blushing. "Besides, the last marriage wasn't entirely innocent; it's different."

Seeing her radiant eyes and flushed cheeks, enveloped in happiness, Song Chang couldn't help but feel a touch of melancholy in his smile. "Qingcheng, I think it's wonderful that you've found someone you can entrust your life to. I'm so happy for you."

To meet someone in your life who loves you and whom you love in return is truly a lucky and happy thing.

Xu Qingcheng touched Song Chang's face, "I hope Changchang can be happy too."

When Fu Jingting arrived, he saw the two women being all lovey-dovey, and he couldn't help but cough lightly.

Song Chang glanced at him and said, "Oh, speak of the devil and he appears."

"What did he say about me?"

"You haven't even had a romantic way of asking for a proposal yet... Ouch..." Song Chang was kicked by Xu Qingcheng before she could finish speaking, preventing her from continuing.

Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow slightly, smiling subtly without revealing his thoughts.

They were going to pick up Xu Yuan from Zhao Lan's place that evening and also to discuss the name change procedures for Xu Yuan with Zhao Lan, so the two of them left early.

As Song Chang watched the two figures leave, she felt particularly pitiful and frail sitting alone.

I couldn't resist calling Song Xingzhi.

As soon as the call connected, Song Chang said, "Song Xingzhi, I miss you."

For the first time, she called him by his full name, as if drawing a clear line between the two of them.

It's not a young man.

It was Song Xingzhi.

The man she likes, the man she loves, the man she wants to possess.

There was no response for a long time on the other end of the phone. Song Chang was about to burst into tears when the man's cold voice finally came through just before she was about to hang up, "Where are you thinking?"

"I want to go anywhere."

Song Chang's voice was slightly choked. She rested her elbows on the table, buried her face in her arms, and thought about it, her heart aching.

She just wanted to tell him clearly that she missed him very much.

But suddenly a somewhat familiar female voice came through the phone, calling him "Xingzhi".

Song Chang then hung up the phone.

Halfway around the world, it must be late at night on his end.

Song Xingzhi took the coffee Qin Mingyue handed him and leaned back in his chair. The conference room was silent. On the TV screen, senior managers from different countries were having a meeting, but it was forced to pause because of his phone call.

The beeping sound came from the phone.

Song Xingzhi dialed back.

hang up.

He braced himself on the conference table and stood up, but Qin Mingyue grabbed his arm. "Are you going to keep everyone waiting?"

Song Xingzhi gently closed his eyes. "Two minutes."

Brushing Qin Mingyue's hand away, Song Xingzhi left the conference room.

Song Chang looked at the call Song Xingzhi had made back, smiled, but didn't answer and turned off her phone.

The woman his family chose for him.

Qin Mingyue.

As for her, Song Chang raised her face and smiled.

The distance between Xiao Ge and Xing Zhi is too far; it takes her so long to mentally prepare herself just to call out to Song Xing Zhi.

The phone indicated that the phone was switched off, so Song Xingzhi did not try to call again.

Song Chang can be really stubborn when she gets going.

Press your fingers on your forehead.

"Do you need two more minutes?"

Song Xingzhi turned his head to the side, and Qin Mingyue stood behind him with her arms around him.

"Intentional?"

"What?" Qin Mingyue feigned ignorance.

"Xingzhi?" Song Xingzhi turned and walked towards her, the man pressing closer step by step. Qin Mingyue was finally forced back by his relentless pressure, until she was backed against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat. In the dim light of the corridor, her heart pounded, but she could clearly see the sinister glint in his eyes. "When did we become so intimate?"

"She was just a substitute for you. I have no objection if you want to sleep with her, and neither does your family. But apart from that..." Qin Mingyue paused, "You should understand that the closer she gets to you, the more dangerous she becomes."

Song Xingzhi chuckled softly, then lifted the woman's chin with his fingers and lowered his face.

Qin Mingyue's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she couldn't help but close her eyes. Song Xingzhi laughed, "Want me to kiss you?"

"My condition for sleeping with her is that I don't want to sleep with other women."

The man walked past her and pushed open the door to the conference room.

Qin Mingyue's face was ashen, her fingers clenched tightly, on the verge of collapse. "Song Xingzhi, you can't marry anyone but me."

……

Fu Jingting put the clothes Xu Qingcheng bought into the trunk, and noticed that there were also several gifts in the trunk.

Xu Qingcheng asked him, "Are there any other people you want to see?"

"No, it's for your parents."

Xu Qingcheng looked at him suspiciously, "Why are you buying gifts for my parents?"

"I bought it because I wanted to."

"You...you didn't think of anything else?"

"What are you thinking about?" the man asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow.

Xu Qingcheng blushed slightly and stomped her foot. "I'm just going to pick up Xu Yuan. Why are you bringing a gift? I've never seen you bring one before when you picked up Xu Yuan."

"You couldn't bring it before, but you can't bring it now?"

"Not now." Xu Qingcheng pursed her lips. "I haven't told my mom about my pregnancy yet."

Fu Jingting looked down at her as she helped him into the passenger seat. "Then I'll do it."

Xu Qingcheng didn't find a chance to tell Zhao Lan that her mother seemed to have a lot of opinions about him.

"No, wait until I've thought of what to say, then I'll go and say it myself."

Fu Jingting didn't speak again. His silence made Xu Qingcheng turn her head and tug at his sleeve. "Are you angry?"

"Why would I be angry?" Fu Jingting looked down at her, a smile playing at the corners of his eyes. He pinched her cheek with his fingers. "What, are you afraid I'll be angry?"

The feeling of having someone care about your emotions is truly subtle, so subtle that it sends a gentle electric current through your heart.

"Who's afraid of you getting angry?" Xu Qingcheng blushed and slapped his hand away, giving him a sideways glance.

He hesitated, then mumbled, "I'm afraid you'll get scolded."

Fu Jingting suddenly burst out laughing. He turned his head to look at her, his eyes shining brightly.

Instead of starting the car, the man moved the seat back to make room, and then suddenly reached out and pulled Xu Qingcheng into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Xu Qingcheng exclaimed, sitting on his lap and supporting herself with her hands on his shoulders.

Such a posture is simply—

Xu Qingcheng blushed and looked outside. Cars were coming and going in the underground parking area of ​​the mall.

"Do you want to be in the car, hmm?" he asked, reaching behind her waist and placing his hand between the steering wheel and her, afraid that there wouldn't be enough space and she might hurt herself.

Xu Qingcheng's face flushed crimson at his question. She pinched him with her fingers, her face red as she scolded him, "Have you no shame?!"

In broad daylight.

She rested her hands on his shoulders, her head bowed, her long hair falling to the side of her face, obscuring the expression of those watching her. But at such close range, her blushing face, her watery eyes, and her shyly biting her lip were all captured in his eyes, more beautiful than spring flowers, more ripe than unripe fruit.

The woman's seductive and wanton posture in the photo was repulsive, but if his face were changed, he would feel a little tempted.

"Do you want me to have any shame or not?" Fu Jingting chuckled, pressing his hand against her back to draw her closer. He looked up at her, his voice low and seductive, "Kiss me."

They say women are enchantresses, but some men are devils.

It tempts you to fall into its trap.

Xu Qingcheng felt shy, yet also restless, wanting to make a mistake.

She leaned down and pressed her lips to his.

The man suddenly reached out and pressed the back of her head to deepen the kiss, his hand on her waist stroking her back. Xu Qingcheng protested with a soft "mmm" and went limp in his arms.

It was just a kiss, but the heat was intense, and we almost lost control.

Even if Fu Jingting was a scoundrel, he would still consider her health, let alone in broad daylight.

He was just a little devil inside him who couldn't wait to tease her, but he almost got himself into trouble.

Fu Jingting's forehead twitched. The man opened his mouth and bit her neck, not hard, just a slight tingling sensation as his teeth pierced her skin.

The fingers gripping her waist tightened involuntarily.

He muttered a curse under his breath, his voice close to her ear, "After this one, don't have any more."

Xu Qingcheng blushed and nestled shyly in his arms. The man held her like that for a while before patting her bottom and saying, "Sit still, we're about to leave."

Xu Qingcheng slid off his lap and sat back in the passenger seat, her face burning hot on the way back.

When they arrived at Jinliu Bay, Xu Qingcheng grabbed him as they got off the bus.

"What's wrong?"

"On your lips." Xu Qingcheng reached out and rubbed his lips, her fingertip brushing against his lips to wipe away the lipstick she had smeared on him. "All done."

She withdrew her hand, and seeing him staring at her like that, she couldn't help but push him away. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you're pretty." Fu Jingting reached out and gently put his arm around her. "Let's see when I can take you home."

He led her into the elevator, and Xu Qingcheng noticed his tense expression. "What's wrong?"

"nervous."

"Why are you so nervous? It's just changing Xu Yuan's name. I told my mom about it before, and she didn't say anything."

Fu Jingting hummed in agreement and reached out to pinch her nose.

He pinched her cheek again after a while.

Xu Qingcheng angrily slapped him, "Don't touch me."

"Can I use my mouth instead?"

He smiled, reached out and pulled her closer to his waist, then lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Xu Qingcheng didn't have time to push him away; the elevator doors had already opened.

Xu Qingyao frowned as she stared at the two people inside who were quickly separating.

"you……"

Xu Qingcheng felt so embarrassed she wanted to die.

Fu Jingting's expression didn't change much. He put his arm around Xu Qingcheng and led her out of the elevator.

Xu Qingyao was carrying a trash bag and preparing to throw away the trash. His gaze swept over Xu Qingcheng's face, and he coldly said, "You've forgotten the pain once the wound has healed."

Xu Qingcheng, "..."

Xu Qingyao entered the elevator, and the elevator doors closed again.

Xu Qingcheng covered her face and wailed. Annoyed, she reached out and pinched him, "It's all your fault. I told you not to kiss me so casually."

"He'll find out sooner or later, so there's no need to say anything more." Fu Jingting took a deep breath.

Everything you've done in the past will be waiting for you in the future, so never take chances.

He'll probably have to put in a lot more effort to win over her family.

When Zhao Lan saw Fu Jingting coming over, she asked in a low voice, "Is he going to take Xu Yuan away?"

"No." Xu Qingcheng glanced at Fu Jingting, "I need to talk to you about Xu Yuan changing her name."

Zhao Lan hummed in agreement.

Fu Jingting put down the tea he had brought. "Auntie, a relative of mine likes tea. This is old tree black tea that she sent me. Please try it."

"I'm getting old, and drinking tea makes it hard for me to sleep. You should take it back," Zhao Lan said calmly.