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

Once everyone had left, Xu Qingcheng pushed Fu Jingting to take a shower, saying, "The smell of alcohol is too strong. You guys are playing like this."

Fu Jingting reached out and grabbed the person, pushing them towards the bathroom. "You wash for me."

She slapped his shoulder, her face flushed, "Someone saw us just now."

"Nobody watches it anymore."

He pulled them inside, and the shower sprayed down, soaking the clothes the two of them hadn't had time to change out of.

Her clothes clung tightly to her body, and her lower abdomen was clearly protruding.

Fu Jingting reached out and placed his hand on it. "I can't wait to find out if it's a boy or a girl."

"Do you prefer a boy or a girl?" Xu Qingcheng asked curiously.

"I like them all." Fu Jingting hugged her and kissed her lips. "As long as they're your children. Mine."

His words, though seemingly casual, were brimming with possessiveness, making Xu Qingcheng's heart flutter.

But she still blushed and slapped him, her palm making a soft slapping sound on his wet skin.

The ambiguity reignited.

She turned off the shower, looked up at him, her wet clothes clinging to his body, her delicate body softly pressed against him, cool, damp, and hot.

"I want a boy, just like you."

A woman's eyes sparkle like stars; a daughter should be like her, and a son should be like her.

The continuation of bloodlines is not just about passing on the family line; it is about love and the desire for the continuation of their love.

She really loved watching him hold her and make a wish; just looking at him filled her with happiness.

She also liked the way he held her, his eyes burning with the fire she had stirred within him, a fire ignited solely because of her.

She gripped his restless heart tightly, filling his chest with the satisfaction, reluctance, and tenderness she poured into him.

Men don't usually like to express their love verbally, but her straightforward and passionate words completely enveloped him.

He doesn't deny that his heart trembled when he heard it, and he never tired of listening to it, but at the same time, a feeling of reluctance and heartache rose in his heart.

He ran his fingers along her lips, wiping away the lipstick. Soft, moist, and delicate. "You don't need to say anything, I know."

Xu Qingcheng's fingers climbed up his shirt, unbuttoned it, and took it off. Her eyes were filled with laughter. "I want to tell you something. There were so many things I couldn't say before, and so many things I missed."

The man just stood there letting her serve him; no matter how many times she looked at his body, she would still feel hot all over and her cheeks would turn red.

Fu Jingting tried to take off her skirt, but she refused. The man objected, saying, "Be fair."

"Then you can't do anything reckless. Yesterday, yesterday we..." Her voice trailed off as she poked his hard chest with her fingertip.

Her eyes, which she raised, were wet, as if they had been soaked by the steam in the bathroom. They were washed until they were black and shiny, so clean and gentle that it was irresistible.

Fu Jingting knew that this was torturing himself, but he had to endure it. He reached out and covered her eyes. "Don't do anything reckless. You and the baby are the most important."

The voice was hoarse.

Xu Qingcheng snuggled into his arms, hugging him tightly, her heart overflowing with joy and affection that she couldn't hide and didn't want to hide.

There was a warm, damp feeling on her chest. Fu Jingting lifted her face, flustered, "Why are you crying?"

"I'm happy." Xu Qingcheng wiped away her tears shyly, smiling but also helplessly, "Really, why do I cry when I'm happy?"

Seeing her like this, Fu Jingting felt his heart soften completely, so much so that he couldn't help but treat her well for the rest of his life.

"From now on, no matter what happens, I will always believe in you, cherish you, love you, and pamper you." He kissed her eyes. "I don't believe in the afterlife, I only pursue this life. But if there really is an afterlife, I will still find you."

He was a rational materialist, but at this moment he thought that if he really had to cross the Bridge of Helplessness, he would not drink the Meng Po soup.

He must remember her, no matter how many times she forgets him, he must remember her and find her again.

I will do everything I can to be good to her.

Xu Qingcheng pressed her face against his chest and gently bit him with her teeth, but she couldn't find the words to express her feelings. She had nowhere to vent her affection, so she just wanted to bite him.

She left her teeth marks on his chest, shoulders, and arms.

Fu Jingting chuckled, "She really is like a dog. Biting people everywhere."

Xu Qingcheng laughed and pinched his ear, "Then you can never forget me for all eternity."

"And you?"

She blinked. "I have a bad memory."

Fu Jingting slapped her on the butt.

The woman giggled and cried out as she nestled into his arms.

After fooling around in the bathroom for a while and taking a shower, he carried her out.

Xu Qingcheng put her arms around his neck. He had been given a lot of alcohol tonight, and even after washing up, he still smelled strongly of alcohol.

"Does your head hurt?" Xu Qingcheng ran her fingers through his hair. "Shall I give you a massage?"

Fu Jingting was in the mood, so he pressed his head down on her thigh, and her fingers gently massaged it for him.

The man stared at her with his eyes open. She was wearing a nightgown, and her long, dried hair hung down beside her face, making her look gentle and beautiful.

Xu Qingcheng pressed her finger against his eyelids, "Close your eyes, don't look at me."

"Look at you, are you still embarrassed?"

He laughed, rolling his head over her lap, his ear pressed against her stomach.

"Why is there still no movement?" he asked.

"It's not time yet," Xu Qingcheng said with a squinty smile. "I'll let you know they're making a scene."

"Um."

Xu Qingcheng massaged his head for a while, then traced his face with her fingers.

He held her finger in his hand, and as he touched the ring on her ring finger, he felt it suited her better and better.

"When did you prepare this?" Xu Qingcheng laughed. "I was thinking that I wouldn't agree to marry you unless you proposed. But I never expected that you would conspire with them to keep it from me."

"You really didn't notice?"

"You're just angry." Xu Qingcheng pouted. "You won't go to the movies with me."

Fu Jingting smiled, raised his hand, and pinched her cheek. "Next time."

"I had a vague feeling that something was wrong when Song Chang drove towards Jingshan No. 1. I hadn't told her that I lived here." Xu Qingcheng pursed her lips, covered her face and laughed, "But I still didn't dare to think too much about it."

Fu Jingting grabbed her hand, kissed it, and then stood up.

He held her in his arms, emptying his chest to let her in.

Xu Qingcheng nestled in his arms, looking at everything familiar in the room. She looked up at him and asked, "When you brought me here, was this the place? Are you really this unguarded with women you only dated briefly?"

She was referring to her first time. He had the driver bring her here; it seemed to be an open secret that wealthy young men had many romantic affairs.

However, most people wouldn't bring them to their private property; they just play around with them.

When Xu Qingcheng first came here, she didn't know that this was his usual residence, and she didn't care about it afterward.

But three years have passed, and he owns many properties, and he often lives here.

I'm not trying to bring up old grievances with him, it's just out of curiosity.

Fu Jingting clicked his tongue. "Do you think I'm always in heat?"

"That has nothing to do with innocence," Xu Qingcheng glanced at him, then smiled and asked, "Were you just lusting after my good looks? Is that why you let me onto your boat?"

"Miss Xu's face is indeed to my aesthetic liking," the man chuckled, then suddenly tightened his arms around her, his teeth teasing her ear. "To my surprise, your first man was me."

His words made her blush. Xu Qingcheng pinched his arm with her fingers, "You..."

"You hadn't seen me before that?" Fu Jingting asked.

"Hmm? I don't think so." Xu Qingcheng was puzzled. She knew him, but they really didn't have any interaction. They weren't in the same circle, and besides, she was new to the business world, so the gap was still huge.

Fu Jingting grabbed her chin and asked, "How long did you stay at Columbia University when you audited classes?"

"I didn't stay long," Xu Qingcheng thought for a moment, "a little over a month. Did I tell you about auditing classes at Columbia University?"

She had forgotten whether she had said it or not.

Fu Jingting remembered it very clearly.

"Yes, I've seen your photos over there. You said it yourself."

"Oh." Xu Qingcheng peeked at him, wondering whether she should tell him, since she went to Columbia University to audit classes because Ye Tinghong was there.

Fu Jingting had already guessed most of what was going on from her expression, and snorted coldly, "I remember Ye Tinghong graduated from Columbia University."

"You actually knew?!"

Xu Qingcheng felt embarrassed, since the two of them were still a couple at that time.

It's not that I'm being petty. After all, the woman Ye Tinghong has cherished for so many years has been devoured by him, and now she has his child in his house, in his bed, and they're even registered under the same household registration.

He made a huge profit, but that didn't stop Fu Jingting from feeling a little jealous.

Seeing his displeased expression, Xu Qingcheng sat on his lap, smiled, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Are you jealous?"

"Why be jealous? Let's eat crab."

Fu Jingting didn't say anything more, knowing that she had completely forgotten about it anyway, but he turned the area around Columbia University upside down.

"I'm going to change Xu Yuan's name tomorrow."

"Mmm," Xu Qingcheng responded softly.

Fu Jingting looked at her.

Xu Qingcheng was puzzled by his gaze. "What's wrong?"

"The household registration office and the civil affairs bureau are not far apart, and the paperwork and personnel are all in place." He didn't say the rest, but the meaning was self-evident.

How could Xu Qingcheng not understand?

She glanced at him but didn't say anything.

"So you've agreed to marry me now," Fu Jingting coaxed her. "It'll all be done in one go, saving you trouble."

"Aren't you afraid my parents will beat you if they find out?" Xu Qingcheng shrugged and dodged his kiss.

"I was thinking of inviting my parents, my in-laws, and Qingyao over today, but then I thought better of it. Let's get your consent first, and then we can take our time with the rest." Fu Jingting rested his chin on her shoulder. "I will agree to any requests my in-laws have unconditionally, as long as they agree to let their precious daughter marry me."

He put his arm around her belly and said, "Your belly is getting bigger and bigger. Let's get our marriage certificate first, and we can have the wedding next month. It'll be a bit rushed."

"I don't want to. My belly is so big, how can I wear a wedding dress? I feel like my face has changed." Xu Qingcheng was unhappy and reached out to pinch her face.

She felt she had gained weight, and her face had gotten fatter too.

"Just right, beautiful." He smiled and kissed her cheek. "More beautiful than ever."

She didn't want that; she wanted to marry him beautifully.

However, I am not opposed to getting the marriage certificate first, but I would like to tell both sets of parents first and get their consent and blessings.

Fu Jingting had no objection. "Then we'll have to ask my parents-in-law about their schedules. My parents are available anytime. Miss Xu, please help coordinate the arrangements. I can't wait to call you Mrs. Fu."

Xu Qingcheng laughed, "Okay, I'll go ask."

Summer nights are hot, filled with the chirping of insects and the croaking of frogs, a scene both tranquil and lively.

She nestled in his arms, then, as if remembering something, suddenly asked, "Does Si Chen have a boyfriend?"

"She's still young, why would she date a boyfriend?"

"You're not young anymore, you're twenty-one, right?" Xu Qingcheng thought back to her younger self, "Back then I was already..."

He slammed on the brakes halfway through his sentence.

Fu Jingting glanced down at her. "Little girl. You have no discernment; you can't tell a person from a dog."

"..." That's some serious cursing.

"Where is Yu Shinan?"

"What? You're going to introduce him to someone?"

"No, I just noticed that Si Chen and he were quite close."

Fu Jingting chuckled, "Yes, our two families have always been close, but the Yu family was targeted a few years ago and suffered a setback. He is Si Chen's other older brother."

"Does he also treat Si Chen as a younger sister?" Xu Qingcheng asked.

"Of course." Fu Jingting chuckled. "The chef serves her with more care than he serves us. He's spoiled Fu Sichen's palate so much that she's declared she'll become a gourmet in the future."

Xu Qingcheng smiled and didn't say anything more.

Si Chen's expression towards Yu Shinan was not innocent.

"He might be getting married soon too. The Lin family has started to have designs on him now that he's back on track. I've noticed he's been getting close to Lin Yuanqing lately, it's just a matter of time before they get together." Fu Jingting scoffed. He didn't think much of Lin Yuanqing, but when it comes to matters of the heart, only the person experiencing it truly knows.

"Lin Yuanqing?" Xu Qingcheng frowned.

If Yu Shinan has someone to discuss marriage with, then Si Chen...

"Why are you suddenly concerned about him? Wouldn't it be better to care about me instead?"

This is a huge vinegar vat.

Xu Qingcheng leaned against him, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, her voice deliberately soft and sweet, "Second Brother Fu, if I were a little sister who followed you around since childhood, would you still love me?"

Her fingers darted downwards, but Fu Jingting grabbed them and pulled them back up. "I've been drinking, I can't handle this."

"I can't speak for other girls, but I wouldn't wait until now to harvest a girl like you." He chuckled and breathed into her ear.

Xu Qingcheng pinched his waist hard with her fingers. "Shameless."

……

Uncle Liu drove back.

Yu Shinan received a phone call halfway through the journey and asked Uncle Liu to change the route and drop him off outside a high-end club.

Han Tang Tianyuan.

Uncle Liu looked up and went outside. "Young Master."

Yu Shinan waved his hand, "A friend invited me for a drink, and we just happened to book this place. It's fine. You can go back now."

Uncle Liu didn't say anything more, and watched through the car window as the man's strong back walked into the elegant and grand private club.

Han Tang Tian Yuan is the masterpiece of Mr. Yu Tian Yuan. At its peak, it had 108 high-end private clubs across the country, and the 108 heroes of Liangshan, with their strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world), had their influence spread to various provinces and cities.

Unfortunately, it changed hands and underwent a complete transformation.

The name remains, but the owner is no longer the same.

An elegantly dressed hostess in a cheongsam greeted the guests warmly at the entrance. Uncle Liu waited until he entered the revolving door, sighed, and then drove away.

The hall was filled with the scent of wood; "heavy and elegant" was an understatement. It bore the marks and traces of time, a blend of ancient rigor and modern whimsy.

The greeter was about to lead the way, but Yu Shinan waved his hand, "No need, I'll go myself."

The greeter, dressed in a hand-embroidered cheongsam, stepped back and asked her companion, "No need for guidance, are you a regular customer? I've never seen you before."

Yu Shinan hadn't stepped into this place for a long time, but that didn't mean he wasn't familiar with it.

He took the elevator to the sky corridor, passed through the grand and rugged steel corridor, and walked towards the Tang Dynasty world with a completely different style.

The building in front is Han dynasty.

The building behind it is called Tang.

When Yu Shinan entered Tang, he was stopped. A black-clad bodyguard standing ramrod straight at the door looked at him awkwardly.

Yu Shinan raised his arm.

The other person said in a low voice, "Excuse me, Brother Nan."

After inspection, it was released.

Yu Shinan remained expressionless as he entered. The building, made of raw cement, possessed a rugged yet modern sophistication and style.

A woman walked towards us, her makeup exquisite and elegant, her high heels clicking on the gray marble floor.

"Young Master Song has returned to China, but he didn't go back to the Song family in Jingjin. He's in Ancheng," the person beside her reported in a low voice.

Qin Mingyue raised the corners of her mouth, seemingly unsurprised. "Where is it? Take me there."

The man looked troubled. "Miss Qin, he is not alone."

Qin Mingyue's face darkened, but she didn't stop walking. She knew without a doubt who the other person was.

The two passed each other, and Qin Mingyue stopped and glanced in Yu Shinan's direction. "What's he doing here?"

"Someone you know?"

"I met Song Xingzhi once, through his friends in Ancheng." Qin Mingyue didn't say anything more; he wasn't an important person.

He turned and left.

Yu Shinan walked to the end of the corridor, and without him having to wait, someone opened the door and led him inside.

The tattooed young man stood at the door, his swollen face, which he had beaten, particularly conspicuous.

When Wei Jingwu saw him coming, he smiled and said, "I said I'd make a call to ask, but I didn't expect you to actually come."

"Uncle Wei," Yu Shinan called respectfully. He glanced at the tattooed young man, chuckled, and said, "I was in a bad mood today and hit him too hard."

"It's normal for a young man to be hot-tempered," Wei Jingwu laughed. "I called you here for two reasons: first, to catch up, and second, to help you cool down."

He waved his hand, and the tattooed young man stepped back.

Wei Jingwu was forty-five or forty-six years old, with a strong and muscular build. In his early years, he had spent his time on the streets, and even his smile couldn't hide his ruthlessness.

He took the opportunity to take over Han Tang Tian Yuan, but the mess behind it is too complicated to explain in a few words.

Yu Shinan smiled slightly but didn't say anything.

He refused the cigar offered by the woman kneeling on the ground, who was wearing only two pieces of cloth.

Wearing it or not makes no difference; there's nothing underneath.

Behind the kneeling, raised buttocks was a small, fluffy white ball.

These sex toys at the back are more than just provocative.

He took out his own cigarettes. "I'm used to smoking this."

Yu Shinan lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a smoke ring.

Wei Jingwu glanced at him. The young man, whose edges had been smoothed out, had hidden all his backbone and was so calm that he was unfathomable.

A half-naked woman handed him tea, knelt beside his legs, and groped his ankle.

Yu Shinan did not refuse. He took a sip of the tea that was handed to him, and with just one sip, he frowned.

"Just got some good stuff, try it, it'll give you a good time. This woman's clean, she'll help you cool off today," Wei Jingwu said with a smile. "Young people with too much fire in their bodies are prone to injury."

Wei Jingwu summoned him here merely to send a warning shot; Yu Shinan felt he was overthinking it.

He was just itching to do it and couldn't resist; there was no provocation involved.

The Yu family's past glory has nothing to do with him now; he thinks being a chef is not bad.

The roar of the kitchen range hood calms him down.

That girl is a picky eater. When she eats, she squints her eyes and looks as satisfied as a cat. She lets him try anything delicious she sees or hears about. A large part of the new dishes at the Silver Bay Hotel came from that.

But if he doesn't back down now, he might not even be able to get out.

Yu Shinan let out a laugh as he finished his tea. "Uncle Wei, I've drunk this tea. But this woman, no matter how clean she is, I'm not worthy of her. The old lady is negotiating the marriage with the Lin family, so I'd better keep to myself for now."

"No news can leak out from here, so what are you afraid of?"

"I made plans with her before coming here," Yu Shinan said with a smile, handing his phone to Wei Jingwu. "I was in a hurry to keep our appointment, but someone blocked my way. I lost control."

The cause and effect should be explained clearly.

Wei Jingwu laughed heartily. He stood up and said, "Alright, I won't stop you. I'll have someone take you back."

As Yu Shinan got up and came out of the room, he suddenly heard a woman's seductive moan behind him.

He didn't even turn his head and walked quickly outside.

As soon as the door behind him closed, Yu Shinan's face darkened. He walked out expressionlessly, refusing to be escorted.

I took a taxi myself.

After the taxi had driven a short distance, Yu Shinan called for it to stop and pressed his fingers directly into the back of his throat.

Not a single drop came out.

Yu Shinan cursed.

He got back into the taxi and drove it to the Silver Bay Hotel.