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

The spring night is short and the day is high, and since then the king will not go to court early.

No matter how late he goes to bed, his biological clock will still wake him up at a fixed time.

Fu Jingting lowered his eyes. The woman was nestled in his arms, hugging him tightly, her cheek pressed against his chest, her eyes closed, her breathing even.

He braced himself on his arms, chuckled, and briefly lost control.

The man smiled, pulled his arm away, and watched her frown and snuggle against his chest, finding a comfortable position, with one leg draped over him.

His body was restless in the early morning. Fu Jingting's forehead tightened, and he tried to pull her away.

Xu Qingcheng dreamed that her favorite teddy bear from when she was a child was about to be taken away. She held on tightly and wouldn't let go, then she tripped and fell hard. She was too weak to get up, her breathing was a little difficult, and her whole body felt hot and itchy, as if she were sick.

She desperately wanted to call for help, but when she opened her mouth, all she could say was a soft, delicate voice…

Pulled back to reality by the voice, Xu Qingcheng sobbed as the dream vanished, her eyes falling on the man's face—black hair, black eyes, strong and domineering.

She opened her mouth and bit his shoulder.

Disturbing someone's peaceful sleep is an unforgivable crime.

Duan Heng kept checking his watch. He had arranged to play golf with General Manager Liang from Beijing Construction Engineering Group today, and the departure time had arrived, but the people inside were still nowhere to be seen.

The driver asked him, "Assistant Duan, aren't you going to urge them?"

"Wait a little longer."

As a key figure in the new generation of the Fu Group, Duan Heng, as his assistant, has never seen him late.

However, since Young Master Fu took the documents last night, Duan Heng guessed that Miss Xu should be here.

After washing up, Fu Jingting glanced at the time and clicked his tongue softly.

Curled up on the bed, Xu Qingcheng pulled the blanket up high; she was very sleepy.

The phone on the bedside table rang. Xu Qingcheng instinctively reached for it, her slender, fair arm emerging from the dark blankets. She fumbled around for a few moments but couldn't find it, and the ringing seemed to have stopped.

She turned over, her eyelids heavy, and she was pulled back to sleep by the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with dreams).

Fu Jingting picked up her phone and muted it.

The man came out looking energetic and showed no signs of fatigue. Duan Heng quickly opened the car door and let him get in.

As the car started, Fu Jingting closed his eyes to rest, but the woman's sobbing voice seemed inescapable.

"You're so annoying! You dog of a man! All you do is bully me. What's so great about forcing me to step down? If you're so capable, why don't you revive this prosperous era?" She cried and sobbed, hitting and cursing, sometimes scolding him and sometimes scolding other people.

But her tear-streaked face was both innocent and alluring, and he couldn't control himself, so he bullied her even more.

Fu Jingting got into the car and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Duan Heng glanced sideways. "Young Master Fu, is there something good?"

Fu Jingting lowered his voice and looked out the window, "There is something good."

It was a pleasant surprise.

She cried and berated him for his trickery.

He frowned, looking quite surprised. "First time?"

Xu Qingcheng cried, bit, and cursed, "Isn't this the first time I've needed your teaching?"

Just how much Ye Tinghong loved her, he never touched her.

Not long after the car drove off, he instructed Duan Heng, "Find a good private investigator, but don't hire any of the private investigators under the Fu family. Also, find someone unfamiliar to the client and find out which people from the Shengshi Group the Ye family has been in contact with recently."

Duan Heng agreed.

Fu Jingting played a round of golf with Liang Zongyan, and they had a very pleasant conversation. There was a long-term investment project that the Fu Group had partnered with three major investment institutions for, but the construction project was complicated, and Fu Jingting intended to bring Beijian into the project.

The two left the golf course and sat down in the negotiation area.

The waiter served tea and snacks, Liang Zongyan took a cigar, and Fu Jingting accepted it.

A handsome caddie in a golf uniform walked over, holding a professional lighter in his hand. "Young Master Fu, let me light it for you."

The woman, her figure outlined in her jersey, bent down beside him. Fu Jingting stared at the cigar in his hand, recalling how Xu Qingcheng had taken the cigarette from his hand, feigning charm, only to choke on it when she lit it.

A hint of a smile gathered in his eyes, making his already sharp-featured face even more alluring.

The young and delicate girl's heart pounded at the man's smile, and she became a little more audacious, sticking out her chest and rubbing against his arm.

Fu Jingting frowned, pulled his arm back to avoid the woman's outstretched hand, and turned the cigar between his fingers to block her hand. "No need, I don't like this kind of thing."

His words had a double meaning.

Liang Zongyan looked up at him, smiled instantly, waved for the caddie to leave, and stared at him with interest. "I heard you've been attracting a lot of attention lately, with one woman after another. Which one are you planning to pick?"

Fu Jingting lit his cigar with a lighter and scoffed, "I also heard that you stole your nephew's wife. Such a despicable thing is more like your style."

Hey!

Duan Heng was eager to report to Fu Jingting, but he was not clear about the relationship between Young Master Fu and the third young master of the Liang family, and he did not dare to disturb him, after all, Beijian brought in more than a billion yuan in funds and construction resources.

The Beijing Construction Group is a wealthy company, but internal strife has been ongoing. The fact that the third young master of the Liang family, who always maintained a low profile, suddenly and quietly seized control of the group is quite surprising.

Liang Zongyan gestured to him, "Give me the contract, I'll sign it for you, you have urgent business to attend to."

Fu Jingting didn't stand on ceremony and directly pushed the contract to him.

After Liang Zongyan signed the document, he said, "Ye Chengnian communicated with me some time ago, wanting to use my channels to acquire the land that Shengshi Group had previously acquired in Nanmen."

He stood up and handed the contract to Fu Jingting. "I'm also very interested. The land is located in the center of the new city, but unfortunately, Shengshi is currently willing but unable to do so unless they have the funds to invest regardless of cost."

Fu Jingting's expression remained unchanged as he calmly reminded him, "Don't even think about that piece of land. You've just settled down at Beijian; don't cause any trouble. If Ye Chengnian wants it, let him have it."

Liang Zongyan pondered the meaning behind Fu Jingting's words and decided to give up. After all, Ancheng was not his main battlefield; it was dominated by regional nobles and surrounded by independent merchants. There was no way he could end up doing all the work for someone else.

Fu Jingting walked out, turning his head to look at Duan Heng, "What's wrong?"

"Ye Chengnian acted quickly; Madam Xu's medical records for depression have already been transferred," Duan Heng hurriedly reported.

Fu Jingting frowned. "Back to Jingshan No. 1."

Xu Qingcheng slept a particularly sound sleep, as if she were making up for all the sleep she had lost recently.

The entire villa was quiet; there wasn't a sound at all.

Before leaving, Fu Jingting didn't have the nanny come over. Unless he asked, it was difficult for anyone else to enter his space.

She complained last night that he wouldn't let her rest, saying she hadn't slept well for several days.

Fu Jingting believed this.

It's fine if the nanny won't let us come over.

Could he perhaps reduce the amount himself?

In the living room and on the stairs, the two of them were wearing clothes scattered about, and even Xu Qingcheng, with her thick skin, couldn't help but blush.

How careless could she have been to let him succeed?!

Xu Qingcheng quickly gathered her clothes and ran to the bathroom to throw them all into the laundry basket.

The bathroom mirror reflected her face and body. Xu Qingcheng suddenly reached out and covered her face, fidgeting awkwardly in a place where no one could see her.