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

Yu Shinan was immersed in a hallucination and did things he would never do in reality.

Even if it was an illusion, he still despised the bestial desire that surged from the depths of his body.

He wasn't completely unconscious, but he was having difficulty being as lucid as he usually was.

The disheveled sheets testified to the endless madness of the previous night.

Yu Shinan got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower. The warm water flowed over his body, and the cuts on his fingers were soaked in water and soap, causing a slight stinging pain.

itch.

There were bite marks on her fingers, left by him covering her mouth.

He wouldn't let Lin Yuanqing make a sound, afraid that her voice would shatter the image that had been painstakingly gathered together.

What image?

Yu Shinan's forehead creased; he was fully aware of the sordid thoughts lurking in his heart.

Her long hair cascaded down her back like silk, and her fair, delicate skin was covered with black silk that shone like the Milky Way.

Black and white are clearly distinguished.

Provokes.

He gave a low rebuke and changed the warm water to cold water.

There was a deep tooth mark on her shoulder. She groaned in pain, her slender arms clinging to him, her whole body trembling, desperately trying to hold him tighter.

Yu Shinan's forehead twitched, and he felt a sharp pain in his head, which he abruptly stopped.

He was momentarily unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.

The one who is actually obedient and well-behaved is someone else entirely.

For any other woman, it would just be a purely physiological reaction with no special significance.

Just like female celebrities become the object of some men's fantasies.

But because it was Fu Sichen, he despised himself from the bottom of his heart.

He solemnly lectured her about not dressing provocatively, yet in the illusion he indulged himself.

Even if it's an illusion.

That shouldn't be the case either.

Yu Shinan couldn't help but wonder if he had been too abstinent all these years.

In recent years, my family has frequently arranged blind dates for me. I've met quite a few women, but I haven't been interested in many of them.

Or not.

He wasn't very popular with respectable women. He wasn't particularly fierce-looking, but rather rugged and handsome, with a muscular physique that filled out his clothes perfectly. He was hard and solid, but when he had a stern face and wasn't smiling, he was quite intimidating, while when he smiled, he seemed frivolous.

In short, there was dining and flirting, but nothing went further.

For various reasons.

Until Lin Yuanqing returned.

The older man had some reservations, so the marriage was delayed.

Yu Shinan himself didn't care. He didn't have high expectations for marriage. It was just that his elders felt that everyone should go through life, get married, and have children.

It's the same old stuff with everyone.

Yu Shinan went into the kitchen.

His suite has a small, elegant kitchenette where he can cook if he doesn't want to go to the back kitchen.

The room's distinctive smell bothered him, so he dialed the intercom to have someone come up and clean the room.

I called the kitchen and ordered some fresh ingredients to be delivered.

He was wearing a black T-shirt and cropped shorts.

With his hands braced on the kitchen counter, the muscles in his back tensed, making his black T-shirt cling tightly to his body, and a sense of power quietly emanated from every bone.

One leg was straight and planted on the floor, while the other leg was slightly bent and placed on the crossbar under the serving table. The fabric of the shorts was taut against the thigh muscles, and the exposed part of the calf was covered with thick leg hair.

This man can look like an elite when he's dressed up and impeccably, and he can also be a proper chef when he puts on an apron. But once he takes his clothes off, he's just a pure man bursting with hormones.

Lin Yuanqing stared at his back from behind. She had been with several different men, but only he could give her the feeling of going crazy.

She had once dreamed of spending her life with him, but she couldn't hold him back, so she simply stopped trying.

Who doesn't love a man with masculinity? Lin Yuanqing loved him, but she loved even more the glamour and prosperity behind that facade.

However, a tiger that has had its teeth pulled doesn't feel much pain or discomfort.

She leaned against the door with her arms crossed over her chest, looking at the bed sheets in the bedroom that the cleaning staff had changed; they were so wet it was almost insane.

She scoffed, a fire burning within her.

When Lin Yuanqing received his call, she abruptly said, "Come over."

Just hung up the phone.

The voice was hoarse and restrained, the savage commands emanating from its throat were incredibly sexy.

Just two words are enough to make a woman fall for him.

She listened to the dial tone for a long time, her body heating up. After thinking for a while, she realized that his words meant he had arrived and wanted her to come over.

I went to his suite, knocked on the door, but no one answered.

I called the front desk, and they said they hadn't seen him return.

Only then did she turn back to her suite.

The untamed wildness in his voice was like a hook that lured the deepest part of a woman's body. Lin Yuanqing felt this way just thinking about it, let alone the woman she spent the night with.

She tried to seduce him several times, but he pushed her away indifferently, acting like a respectable married man, saying that they would discuss marriage later.

This time, however, he broke the rules and invited her out. Lin Yuanqing didn't know what had happened, but judging from the voice, she figured he was probably on drugs.

I waited for him all night, but received no news.

Thinking that he probably couldn't stand it and slept with some other woman, while I was aroused by him and couldn't release my pent-up desire, it was awful.

Lin Yuanqing decided to knock on his door again, but the door opened before she even reached it.

The young girl, so tender she looked like she could be squeezed for water, had swollen eyes from crying. Her short T-shirt and skirt couldn't hide the marks on her neck, arms, and legs, making her look like she had been brutally abused.

Poor, broken beauty.

Lin Yuanqing's face immediately fell. "So you've taken over my place, huh? You're really good at this. How does my man taste?"

The sarcastic and mocking words pierced my heart.

"What do you mean, 'your man'? Your engagement with Brother Nan is null and void," Fu Sichen retorted through gritted teeth.

"You think it doesn't count just because you say so?" Lin Yuanqing scoffed, taking a step forward with a fierce look on her face. "Sleeping with other people's men, do you even know what kind of woman you are?"

"Bitch."

Fu Sichen's face was almost transparently white. She couldn't bring herself to use such vulgar and rude language, and she felt like she was about to grind her teeth to dust.

She couldn't stand still; everything had gone out of control. Her mind was a jumbled mess, and she couldn't form coherent sentences. All she wanted to do was leave.

She knew that Brother Nan had mistaken her for someone else.

He asked her why she was trembling so badly, like an inexperienced virgin, pretending to be innocent.

They also said she acted convincingly and was quite impressive.

That way of speaking was raw and primal.

Nan-ge would never talk to her like that. He always granted her every request, treating her better than her older brothers, like a brother to them.

But she didn't want to.

She wanted him to talk to her like that, to talk to the real her like that, to the real him, with flesh and blood.

Wild yet real.

But he thought the woman in his arms was another woman, which is why he acted that way.

Fu Sichen was scared, panicked, and uncomfortable, yet he forcefully dragged her into a terrifying, out-of-control situation she had never experienced before.

She feared that waking up and facing him face-to-face would shatter all her desires.

All I want to do is run away.

The moment she regained consciousness from her breakdown and coma, she got up and ran outside.

But he never expected to run into Lin Yuanqing.

The moment Fu Sichen rushed out, Lin Yuanqing leaned against Yu Shinan's door, a cold smile on her face.

The girl is too inexperienced to compete with her for someone.

The cleaning lady was pushing her cart out when a hair tie rolled down her feet. It was black and had two little cherries on it—the kind of thing a little girl would use.

She picked it up and coiled it around her head, tying up her half-length hair and piling it at the back of her head.

She walked towards the kitchen, pressed her body against his back, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and placed her fingers on the drawstring of his trousers, her fingertips pointing downwards.

Yu Shinan grabbed her wrist, pulled her away, and turned to look at her. "You haven't left yet?"

"I booked a suite next door last night, waiting for you."

Yu Shinan led him out of the kitchen, which was his last place of peace.

Lin Yuanqing clung to him like she had no bones; the man's muscles were so muscular they made her weak at the knees, and she really wanted him.

Yu Shinan clearly didn't want to, and yanked the person away, "Are you horny? Didn't I satisfy you last night?"

Lin Yuanqing stood there, stunned.

She stared at Yu Shinan's face; the man's features were hard, and his expression was cold and serious, not like he was joking.

Lin Yuanqing paused for a moment, then asked him, "What unclean thing did you eat last night? Don't you never touch that stuff?"

His is already amazing, and now he's adding another layer of power. Lin Yuanqing also wants to give it a try.

I really hate that girl from last night; she took what was rightfully hers away.

Yu Shinan didn't explain. Wei Jingwu had summoned him out of the blue, and he himself didn't understand what was going on.

Lin Yuanqing moved closer again, but before she could even touch him, Yu Shinan frowned and asked, "What do you smell like?"

Lin Yuanqing raised her arm and smelled herself. "It's nothing, I just took a shower."

"Did you wear perfume last night?"

"..."

"It smells nice, I'll use that kind from now on."

Lin Yuanqing's brow furrowed slightly. "Okay."

The flavor penetrates to the bone marrow, just like handmade steamed buns—pure, fragrant, and not greasy.

Yu Shinan took out a card and handed it to her, "Buy whatever you want."

It was obvious they were trying to get rid of people.

He assumed she was still there and wanted money.

Lin Yuanqing's expression faltered for a moment, but she quickly composed herself, took his card, and swayed as she left.

Yu Shinan stared at the hair tie on her head.

Two small, bright red cherries were attached to the hair tie.

delicate.

His Adam's apple suddenly bobbed.

Hold.

Lin Yuanqing got a perm, which looked fashionable and wild.

Not long, only shoulder-length.

But there was a cascade of long hair falling over his eyes, which made his eyes red from the irritation.

Yu Shinan closed his eyes, trying to banish the filth from his mind.

When I opened my eyes again, Lin Yuanqing was already gone.

The kitchen staff delivered the vegetables and meat he requested.

Yu Shinan stared at it for a while, then asked, "Are there any cherries?"

"We have cherries. Freshly arrived, large ones. I'll bring them to you in a bit."

I want the smaller one.

"The small ones are sour. We don't stock the small ones either." The young chef in the kitchen scratched his head.

Yu Shinan kicked the people out.

He prepares and cooks the dishes himself.

He cut the beef into cubes and made black pepper beef cubes.

I originally wanted to stir-fry some vegetables, but I was too restless and didn't feel like cooking, so I just tore the vegetables into pieces and put them on a plate.

Serve it on the dining table.

He poured salad dressing over the vegetables.

Cut red cherry tomatoes in half and mix them among the green vegetables.

The cherry tomatoes were drizzled with salad dressing.

Yu Shinan stared intently, his brows furrowed, and his breath caught in his throat.

The doorbell rang, and the kitchen staff delivered a bowl of small cherries, saying they were bought by themselves, cheap, and astringent.

It was washed and served, a whole plateful, on his dining table.

Yu Shinan remained expressionless.

My tongue felt numb.

The flesh that falls between your teeth is soft and sweet, and the fruit is small and delicate.

After everyone left, he stood up and fed all the vegetables and cherries into the trash can.

……

Fu Jingting and Xu Qingcheng went to change Xu Yuan's name, and it went smoothly.

Fu Xuyuan.

Her household registration remained unchanged; it was still registered under her parents' household registration book along with Xu Qingcheng's.

The surname has been changed.

At first, I didn't think it was a big deal, but when I looked at the surname in front of her wish, I realized it was her father's surname.

I still feel it's different.

After coming out, Xu Qingcheng looked up at Fu Jingting with a smile on her lips, "Hey, Fu Xuyuan's dad."

Fu Jingting glanced at her, a low chuckle escaping his throat, and ran his fingers along her nose. "Fu Xuyuan's mother."

Xu Qingcheng's eyebrows curved into a smile, and the sunlight seemed to leap into her eyes.

He put his arm around her waist. "Mom called and asked us to come over for lunch, along with my older brother and sister-in-law. We can also discuss when to visit your parents."

"What father-in-law and mother-in-law? You should name them yourself." Qingcheng poked him in the waist.

Fu Jingting smiled and led her to the car.

"I'm a little embarrassed." Xu Qingcheng grabbed Fu Jingting's finger.

Fu Jingting turned around, saw her slightly awkward posture, and laughed, "What's there to be embarrassed about? You know me."

"I'm only embarrassed because we know each other." Xu Qingcheng pouted. Divorced and about to remarry, it's never as good as the first time.

"They won't make fun of you, they'll just think I'm lucky." Fu Jingting pushed her into the car.

Xu Qingcheng went back to X Unknown and picked up a batch of small jewelry; she couldn't go empty-handed.

Xie Yin saw her, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Feeling quite pleased with yourself?"

Although he didn't ask about her love life, Xie Yin guessed that the two must have gotten back together, given that Fu Jingting had taken action against the Jiang family and solved X's problem.

Looking at her radiant face now, it's 100% true.

Xu Qingcheng didn't expect him to be there. Xie Yin has been embroiled in lawsuits recently and hasn't been able to focus on the company. His family affairs are also in a mess, which is affecting his mood.

"Brother Yin, is your problem resolved?" Xu Qingcheng asked.

"Not yet." Xie Yin rubbed his temples, his eyes glancing at the ring on her finger. "When are you going to the wedding? I'll give you a red envelope."

Xu Qingcheng hummed in agreement, "Summer vacation is coming soon, let Mingchen stay with me for a while during the holidays."

"Forget it, you've been pregnant for months. You're already exhausted." Xie Yin rubbed his temples. "He might spend some time with his mother during the holidays."

What's been giving Xie Yin a major headache lately is the custody battle with Xie Mingchen's mother over Xie Mingchen.

Xu Qingcheng hummed in agreement. "Have you asked Mingchen what he thinks?"

"He has no feelings for his mother."

"But you can't make the decision for him."

"I asked him, but he wouldn't give a response, saying he'd wait for the court's decision." Xie Yin scratched his head; the brat was trying to avoid offending anyone. "But his mother is infertile."

In other words, the court is highly likely to support the opposing side.

The two chatted for a few minutes. Xu Qingcheng couldn't offer her opinions on such family matters. Before leaving, Xie Yin asked her, "Are Fu Jingting and Mingchen's mother very close?"

"Hmm?" Xu Qingcheng asked, puzzled. "I don't know. What's wrong?"

Xie Yin said no more.

On the way to his parents' house, Xu Qingcheng asked him, "Do you know Mingchen's mother?"

"Who?"

"Brother Yin's ex-wife".

Fu Jingting paused for a moment, then picked at the corner of his eyebrow with his finger. "I don't know him."

Xu Qingcheng glanced at him because of his brief pause.

When I got home, it was still early, and my older brother and sister-in-law hadn't arrived yet.

My parents are both at home.

Xu Yuan and his grandfather were feeding the puppy in the yard.

Chung Wan-hsiu asked with a smile, "Is it fixed?"

"Yes. Fu Xuyuan, not a single word is wrong," Fu Jingting said.

Inside the house, the aunt was preparing lunch.

Zhong Wanxiu looked at Xu Qingcheng's belly, "You didn't stay up too late last night, did you? What time was it?"

"It wasn't long, everyone left by around 10 o'clock."

"A little after ten o'clock?" Zhong Wanxiu frowned and muttered, "Si Chen only came back this morning and has been catching up on sleep in her room. I don't know where she went last night; I thought she was with you!"

Fu Sichen didn't come out until lunchtime, so Zhong Wanxiu went up to call him. After calling for a long time, a voice finally came from inside. Fu Sichen opened the door, his face covered in a black mud mask.

She was wearing cute pajamas, long-sleeved.

"Why are you putting on a face mask at this hour?" Chung Wan-hsiu asked her. "Aren't you hot dressed like that?"

"The air conditioning is a bit cold." Her voice also sounded a bit stuffy, like she had a cold.

Zhong Wanxiu said to her, "Wash your face and come down for dinner. Your second brother has brought your sister Qingcheng, and your eldest brother and the others have also arrived."

"I'm not eating, Mom. I stayed up all night last night, and I have a headache and feel terrible. You guys eat, don't worry about me." Her voice was listless and lacked energy, and it even sounded like she was about to cry.

Zhong Wanxiu stared at her smeared face. "Are you feeling very unwell?"

"No, it's just a headache. I'll feel better after a nap."

"Don't take your youth for granted. Don't waste your health like this. Don't go out playing when you should be sleeping."

"I know, Mom, stop talking and go greet everyone." Fu Sichen shooed her away, pushing Zhong Wanxiu down the stairs. Her slender wrist peeked out from under her pajamas sleeve, with a ring of red marks on it.

Before Zhong Wanxiu could see it, she quickly withdrew her hand.

"Drink more water, take your medicine if you feel unwell, and then go to sleep."

Fu Sichen closed the door immediately.

As soon as the door closed, tears streamed down her face.