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

This was her first time. Although Xu Qingcheng had no comparison, she thought this man must be quite capable.

She wasn't exactly gentle.

It still hurts a little.

but--

Xu Qingcheng blushed as she turned on the showerhead. She washed herself clean with the water, but couldn't help thinking about the trembling that came from the man's hand.

She reached out and wiped the water droplets from her face, a smile she couldn't hide, a smile that was both charming and sweet.

The feeling was strange and embarrassing; she found it hard to talk about, yet she couldn't help but recall it.

Xu Qingcheng was no stranger to matters between men and women because, with the development of the times, even if she had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs run. However, she was also extremely unfamiliar with such matters because, physically speaking, she only had Fu Jingting as a man.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't flustered; women always care a lot about their first man. That's the mark of becoming a real woman.

She was completely taken advantage of by him without even realizing it.

This person is too cunning.

Xu Qingcheng bit her lip lightly, and his wicked voice floated into her ear, "Can you do it? I'll teach you."

Her face flushed bright red instantly.

She shook the water droplets off her hair. She wasn't a little girl anymore; there was no need to fuss over this. These kinds of things were normal between adult men and women.

She still has many serious matters to attend to.

Xu Qingcheng realized her phone was on silent when she saw a caller ID but no sound.

No need to ask, it must have been Fu Jingting who did it. No wonder she hasn't been able to get any calls for so long.

The call was from her assistant, Yu Nian.

They had received word of Ye Chengnian's actions, but they couldn't completely stop him.

Xu Qingcheng's face was cold, and her voice was slightly hoarse when she spoke, "I understand. Don't worry about them, and don't stop them."

"Is this appropriate? What about Mrs. Xu...?"

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Xu Qingcheng sneered. Her voice was crisp and efficient, instantly inspiring trust. Yu Nian breathed a sigh of relief. "President Xu, your voice sounds off. Do you have a cold?"

"Really? It's nothing." Xu Qingcheng coughed lightly without realizing it, then changed the subject, "Send me the time and place of Ye Wenhan's media apology press conference."

"I'll send it to you on WeChat in a bit."

This is the scene that Fu Jingting saw when he returned to Jingshan No. 1.

She wore a white bath towel, and her long, slightly wavy black hair draped over her shoulders, partially concealing her bare back. Drops of water clung to her two fair and rounded shoulders, and her collarbones were clearly defined and beautiful.

Whether it was from a good night's sleep or from being well-fed, Xu Qingcheng's eyes gleamed as she spoke into her phone. Her index finger lightly tapped the back of the phone, and her eyes shone as she uttered, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow and stood at the door, admiring the beautiful woman emerging from her bath.

Her mind was filled with scheming against the Ye family, and she didn't hear a sound at all, acting as if she were still alone.

Xu Qingcheng unwrapped the bath towel and draped it at the foot of the bed. Before she could even put on her pajamas, she heard the man cough lightly.

It's that kind of cough that comes from being suddenly choked.

She turned around abruptly, her eyes practically popping out of their sockets. "You, when did you get back?"

"It's been a while." Fu Jingting's voice was a little deep. His throat was itchy as he watched her hurriedly grab her pajamas to cover herself.

Whether you block it or not makes no difference.

On the contrary, this attempt to cover up the truth only makes one feel weak in the knees.

"You go out first, I'll change my clothes." Xu Qingcheng couldn't help but swallow as she watched him walk over.

She had no expectations, really. But her heart was beating a little fast.

His eyes seemed to be burning, and when they fell on her, she felt a burning, hot sensation.

Fu Jingting walked up to her, reached out and grabbed the nightgown she was holding, and it was in his hands in no time.

Her eyes were large, perhaps from being in the bathroom for so long, and they were watery. Her cheeks were a little red from the steam, or perhaps from embarrassment.

Regardless, her appearance makes one want to kiss her.

Fu Jingting pulled her pajamas over her head, and Xu Qingcheng obediently put her arm under his hand.

He stood right in front of her, very close. When the folds of his shirt lightly touched her skin, it felt like goosebumps would rise on her skin, even though he hadn't touched her.

Xu Qingcheng didn't know what was wrong; her breathing became rapid and her heartbeat quickened, as if she were sick.

Once she had put her arms inside, he let go and the nightgown draped down her body. The loose, smooth nightgown was partially obscured by her undulating breasts. He hooked his fingers around it and smoothed it down, and then the silk fabric obediently draped down, completely covering her curvaceous body.

His fingertips were slightly cool, and even the most unintentional touch made her feel like she was on fire. Xu Qingcheng cursed herself for being shameless, and crossed her arms over her chest to cover up everything that was unspeakable.

He really just helped her put on her pajamas.

Xu Qingcheng feigned composure and darted past him, saying, "Don't you have a housekeeper? You don't even cook! I couldn't find anything good to eat in the kitchen, I'm starving... Ugh!"

Her waist was wrapped around his arm, and her body, which was walking forward, was firmly pulled back by his arm.

He glanced at her flushed face and shy eyes, and chuckled at her half-jokingly, "Why are you running away?! Are you embarrassed now?"

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything. His point was clearly mocking her, and Xu Qingcheng's face turned even redder with anger.

He was so angry he wanted to bite her. "Let go."

"Where should I put it?" He asked deliberately, touching her here and there, watching her twist her body to avoid him.

Xu Qingcheng was so angry she wanted to jump up and down. What was even more terrifying was that the silk nightgown covered her fair skin, but it couldn't hide his burning gaze.

She crossed her arms, annoyed and embarrassed, "Fu Jingting, don't go too far."

"Where did I go too far?" the man chuckled, as if teasing a red-faced chick jumping around.

"Are you making fun of me?!" She kicked his leg barefoot. "Can't I even blush? Do you think everyone has a skin as thick as yours?"

Miss Xu's first life philosophy is: when you really can't keep up the pretense, just admit it. Because once you admit it, they won't have anything to laugh at you for.

Fu Jingting chuckled and pinched her cheek. "Okay, thick enough."

Xu Qingcheng was so angry that her arrogance reached her head.

Can we drag this man out and castrate him?

She slapped his hand away and scurried downstairs, getting away from this man. In front of him, she truly had no dignity left.

She ran downstairs, then remembered she couldn't very well leave in her pajamas. Standing downstairs, she looked up at him and asked, "I can't wear my clothes anymore. Didn't you have someone bring me some?"

He broke it, so he has to pay for it.

The man came down the stairs, glanced at her, and said, "No."