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

Fu Jingting sat up straight and didn't hide anything, "Yes."

Wen Liyan was his benefactor, a great benefactor who snatched him back from the clutches of death.

He wouldn't tell Fu Jingting unless he asked.

He asked, and all Fu Jingting could do was tell the truth.

Wen Liyan's lips moved slightly. "Why?"

"Uncle Wen, who does she want to see?" Fu Jingting asked.

The man's gaze was sharp and calm, leaving Wen Liyan speechless for a moment.

You should know better than I whether Wen Fei has a mental illness.

Fu Jingting looked at Wen Liyan, "If it weren't for Dr. Pang's superb medical skills, my daughter would have lived her whole life in pain and inferiority. Uncle Wen, you are a doctor, and doctors are supposed to have a compassionate heart. Wen Fei could poison a child who is not even two years old, and could even try to kill Dr. Pang. Since she has chosen the mental hospital over prison, she should stay there to the end."

Wen Liyan had been kind to him, but that was a different matter. If Xu Yuan were to suffer any medical malpractice, it would be a pain he could never bear in his life.

He will not back down an inch when it comes to Wen Fei.

"Feifei said she didn't, she didn't kill Shenghua." Wen Liyan interrupted Fu Jingting. He wished he could clear Wenfei of her sins with just one sentence. This was his daughter, his obedient daughter. He didn't understand how she could go to such extremes.

He believed in Wen Fei deep down; something else must have happened, and it couldn't be Fei Fei's fault.

But the resolute tone in Fu Jingting's words was like a nail that had killed his hope.

"If Wen Fei does not have this, he can submit evidence to request a retrial."

The man's words were cold, harsh, and left no room for negotiation.

It is highly rule-based.

What he didn't say was that if it weren't for Wen Liyan, Wen Fei's fate would be far worse than it is now. The Fu family values ​​gratitude, but Xu Yuan is his daughter, and if she touches his own flesh and blood, he can't remain indifferent.

No matter what Wen Fei's next step is, Fu Jingting will never let her go.

Wen Liyan thought it over and over, but still didn't reveal Fu Hongxin's matter.

He remained silent for a long time, and said nothing more.

She simply asked Fu Jingting, "Your good news is coming soon, right? I saw it mentioned in the news."

Fu Jingting frowned slightly, but still said, "She is the most important person to me. Someone I can never let go of in this lifetime."

"Then I congratulate you in advance."

Wen Liyan didn't say anything more. Fu Jingting's attitude was very clear: he was about to enter the underworld and had no time or resources to maneuver.

Oh, this hot, vibrant sky.

Fu Jingting left.

On the way, he called Zhou Qian, "Help me send a few people over to rearrange the security at Jingshan No. 1."

Zhou Qian responded and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Not at the moment."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Jingting looked at Duan Heng and said, "Keep a close eye on the mental hospital."

With Wen Fei's abilities, it's impossible to produce a perfect proof of mental illness.

Fu Hongxin leaned back on the high-end mahogany sofa in the club, taking the cigar that the woman next to him offered to his lips.

Take a slow inhale, let the smoke linger in your mouth, and then slowly exhale.

Amidst the swirling smoke of cigarettes, he smiled and said, "Uncle Wei, this tastes good."

Wei Jingwu chuckled, "You little rascal, you can even appreciate the finer things in life."

Fu Hongxin clicked his tongue. "I'm so much cleaner now. When I drink tea, I do proper things. I'm almost like a rich lady."

"What kind of dirty trick are you plotting?"

Fu Hongxin smiled, puffing out smoke from his cigar, displaying a truly impressive demeanor.

Someone came in to report and paused when they saw Fu Hongxin.

Wei Jingwu didn't mince words and said directly, "There are no outsiders here, so speak."

"After that day, he stayed at the Silver Bay Hotel, always in the kitchen, with Lin Yuanqing by his side. I heard she was pregnant and they were getting married."

"No other reaction?" Wei Jingwu asked.

"no."

Wei Jingwu waved his hand, telling the others to leave.

Fu Hongxin sat up straight and smiled. "The Yu family has fallen, and Yu Shinan has become a chef. Uncle Wei, are you still wary of him?"

With the Yu family completely out of power, Fu Hongxin felt it was pointless to take any action, as Yu Shinan couldn't cause much trouble.

"A tiger with its teeth pulled can't bite anyone, but it might let someone else bite it. He's a thorn in my side as long as he's alive. I've never considered him a vassal." Wei Jingwu exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes sharp and ruthless. Those who make a living in their line of work are like wolves in the wilderness; it's either you live or I live.

If everyone is alive, then all the tranquility is just a facade.

He remains vigilant at all times, which reflects his concern for his position.

Yu Shinan concealed all his sharpness, but the people below still respectfully called him Brother Nan.

The man was personally trained by Old Master Yu. He had walked the gray path since childhood and called him Uncle Wei with neither servility nor arrogance.

Wei Jingwu removed the bones from the Yu family, but he didn't completely break Yu Shinan's spirit. Even though Yu Shinan really doesn't want to go back to the old ways now, in the eyes of those with ulterior motives, his existence is like a loaded gun, ready to be shot at your temple at any time.

Fu Hongxin remained noncommittal. He looked at the message sent to his phone and smiled. Finally, there was some movement.

It seems that the woman surnamed Wen is losing her temper.

They need to be put in a mental hospital to toughen things up before they come out and become useful.

People like Wei Jingwu prefer to get things done directly, while he prefers to operate from behind the scenes, manipulating puppets so he can avoid getting dirty and escape unscathed.

Fu Hongxin put his phone away and smiled. "Uncle Wei, can I borrow someone from you to run a errand for me at the mental hospital and deliver a message?"

When Fu Jingting got home, he didn't see Xu Qingcheng. The entire Jingshan No. 1 was shrouded in darkness. He felt a chill and hurriedly called her.

The phone was answered after a while, and her "feeding" and Xu Yuan calling for his father came out at the same time.

Then came the sound of Xu Qingcheng scolding Xu Yuan for getting his clothes dirty.

The man listened silently to the mother and daughter's voices on the other end of the phone, his heart slowly calming down.

He was too nervous.

"Where is she? Nobody's home," he asked.

"You're back at Jingshan No. 1? I'm at Xinghewan. I have some clothes to pack, and a lot of things in the fridge have gone bad."

He suggested she move to Jingshan No. 1, and she didn't resist.

She had already agreed to marry him, and both families had agreed to meet to discuss and finalize the marriage.

Wherever she is, he will follow.

Xinghe Bay is still small and inconvenient, and she didn't want him to keep going back and forth, so she agreed to his suggestion.

"Didn't I say I'd hire a cleaning lady to help clean up? Why did you go there yourself?"

"I'm afraid that if I tidy it up, it will be a mess and I won't be able to find anything. Since I have nothing else to do, I'll just tidy up the things I need in the near future and then ask someone to come and move them another day."

Fu Jingting started the car. "I'll come pick you up."

"No need, I'll be done soon. I drove here."

"Wait here, I'll come pick you up," he insisted.

He entered Xinghe Bay. Xu Qingcheng had just finished changing Fu Xuyuan's clothes. It wasn't until the two of them came into his sight that Fu Jingting's heart truly settled down.

"I'll get my bag." Xu Qingcheng put Xu Yuan on the ground, told her to take her toys, and prepared to leave.

Before she could turn around, her wrist was grabbed, and Xu Qingcheng was puzzled when she was pulled into a tight embrace.

"What are you doing?" she scolded him playfully, a smile playing on her lips.

"I thought you ran away with Xu Yuan," Fu Jingting chuckled, half-serious and half-nonsense.

He lifted her chin and kissed her.

Xu Qingcheng was truly terrified. Xu Yuan's mouth was so loose; she couldn't tell what she should or shouldn't say. In front of outsiders, she couldn't stop talking like a child. It was utterly embarrassing.

"Don't..." in front of the child.

Before she could finish speaking, he swallowed her whole mouth. His kiss was fierce and deep, somewhere between savage and tender, as if he wanted to steal her breath away.

Xu Qingcheng made a soft "hmm" sound, her fingers gripping his clothes. She couldn't resist his passion and felt like she was melting into his arms.

Her cheeks were tinged with rouge. He supported her body and held her in his arms, releasing her mouth and kissing her eyebrows and eyes with tenderness.

Xu Yuan seemed used to it; he glanced at the toy in his hand, then looked at it again, before turning around and putting it in his little box.

When Xu Qingcheng was released by him, the first thing she looked at was Xu Yuan. Finding that Xu Yuan wasn't paying much attention to them, she rested her forehead on his shoulder and said, "How annoying! I'm sure Yuan Yuan will make fun of me in the future."

The rosy glow on her face was captivating. Although she hadn't gained weight during her pregnancy, she was indeed a little fuller than before, and her complexion looked rosy and radiant. Fu Jingting chuckled softly, "She wouldn't dare."

Xu Qingcheng poked his waist with her finger, scolding him playfully.

She looked up at him again, "What's wrong?"

"What? What happened?"

Xu Qingcheng glanced at him, "Do you think I can't tell?" Her emotional fluctuations were palpable even without being explicitly stated.

She was putting in more effort than before, and so was he.

"What did you talk about with Wen Liyan?" Xu Qingcheng didn't need to guess to know that it must be related to Wen Fei.

"Wen Fei may not actually have a mental illness, but the procedures were flawless, and the lack of sufficient evidence led to this final judgment." Fu Jingting paused. "Since she chose a mental hospital, I made some arrangements behind the scenes so that she can't see anyone else except Wen Liyan."

However, the person behind Wen Fei has remained silent. After so long, even a normal person inside would have given up by now.

Fu Jingting instinctively knew it was time to lure the snake out of its hole, but his only fear was that she might get hurt in a place he couldn't be careful of.

Xu Qingcheng frowned. She hadn't heard him mention it before. At that time, Zhong Wanxiu had hired a legal team to help Dr. Pang's daughter. The evidence was insufficient, which meant that Wen Fei had done a good job and kept it secret enough. That was something that ordinary people couldn't do.

"Were you worried about us just now?" Xu Qingcheng's eyes crinkled with a smile. "Although I know you were worried, I was so happy for you, what should I do?"

I am worried about and cared for by you.

Seeing her laughing, Fu Jingting couldn't help but chuckle as well, pinching her cheek with his fingers. "Still laughing? When the lights in Jingshan No. 1 weren't on, I broke out in a cold sweat."

"I'm not brainless, I know how to protect myself." Xu Qingcheng grabbed his hand. "Don't worry too much, I will protect Xu Yuan."

"And yourself."

"Of course. And the baby in my belly too." She was full of confidence, always feeling that every day in the future would be wonderful, and that with their hearts together, things could never be bad.

But things always turn out unexpectedly.

Fu Jingting took them to the Silver Bay Hotel.

"Yu Shinan must be furious. His position here is so coveted, yet you always make him arrange it for you," Xu Qingcheng laughed.

Fu Jingting chuckled, "Serves him right for being a chef; it's not just me bothering him."

They went into the private room, and Fu Jingting ordered food, taking into account both her and Xu Yuan's tastes, ordering quite a lot.

Xu Qingcheng suddenly asked, "You mean Yu Shinan is preparing to get married?"

"Hmm. His ex-girlfriend said she's pregnant. So Aunt Yu didn't stop her." Fu Jingting put Xu Yuan in the baby chair and said casually.

Men aren't as perceptive as women when it comes to other people's relationships. Even with your best friend, you should only proceed after you've thought things through.

Xu Qingcheng glanced at him. "Why didn't you agree before?"

"If you don't like it, what else is there to ask why?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingcheng thought for a moment, then smiled, "So my parents approve of me. They didn't make things difficult for me."

Seeing her smug expression, Fu Jingting clicked his tongue and said, "It's not just that you admire me; you'd love to dismantle me and take me away."

"Why did Aunt Yu disagree?" Xu Qingcheng asked, unusually gossipy.

Fu Jingting frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "It can't be explained in a sentence or two."

Looking at her again, he said, "Why are you so concerned about the cook?"

Xu Qingcheng slapped him directly, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

"How is Sichen? Is she alright?"

"What does it have to do with her?"

Xu Qingcheng, "..."

"She's close to Yu Shinan; once they're married, things definitely won't be the same as before. Won't she feel a sense of loss?"

"What's the difference?" Fu Jingting scoffed. "Do you think she feels any difference between us? She'd love to give me to you."

"That's different, you're my older brother."

"No difference, the cook is still my brother."

Xu Qingcheng fell silent; she even began to doubt whether she might have been wrong.

Yu Shinan looked at the desserts on the kitchen table in the room. They had been sitting for a while, and their appearance certainly wasn't as good as when they were freshly made.

He took a bite, and it tasted pretty good.

This girl seems to enjoy making all sorts of strange and unusual desserts.

All the food scraps in the kitchen were thrown away. The cleaning lady wouldn't enter without his permission. Fu Sichen wasn't meticulous enough to clean up every time; in fact, he was the one who did most of the cleanup.

But this time it should have been her who took it away.

Yu Shinan was quiet for a while, then he took a cigarette, went to the balcony, and lit it.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, he looked out at the lights of countless homes, but those lights seemed very far away.

The phone rang, saying that a customer specifically requested him to make it.

Yu Shinan was furious. "Damn it, do you really think I'm a chef? I'm not going. Eat if you want, don't eat if you don't, get lost."

You can tell from that that I'm in a bad mood.

"Boss Wei of Han Tang Tian Yuan".

Yu Shinan remained silent for a long time, then abruptly hung up the phone.

He braced his arms on the railing, and the veins on his strong arms bulged from the effort.

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

Get up.

Extinguish the cigarette directly into the ashtray.

Call them and tell them to wait a moment.

The voice had calmed down, but the sound from the receiver still sounded somewhat heavy.

The front desk manager couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The grudges and grievances between the Yu family and the Wei family are too deep to be ignored; there is a risk that a sudden fire could be lit in the midst of peace.

Wei Jingwu booked the best room at the Silver Bay Hotel, where about ten people were sitting at a table, clearly looking for trouble.

Yu Shinan wore a chef's uniform. He was very quiet while cooking, and didn't even need anyone to prepare the ingredients for him. He cooked by himself, immersed in his own world.

The hotter the stove, the colder the heart.

According to the rules, Yu Shinan is in charge of cooking; whatever he cooks, that's what they eat, and no ordering service is provided.

The person sitting next to Wei Jingwu scoffed, "Oh, quite the rules."

"It's always been like this, please understand." The service staff said cautiously.

One of them banged his chopsticks on the plate so loudly that it almost drowned out the waiter's words.

Wei Jingwu remained silent and did not cause any trouble, but the atmosphere was far from harmonious.

The dishes were served one by one.

Exquisite, simple.

The combination is actually quite good.

With most of the dishes served, Wei Jingwu didn't touch his chopsticks, and neither did the others.

Yu Shinan finished the last dish, took off his apron and chef's uniform, and before he could leave, the people in front of him came in. "They haven't touched a single bite, they said they're waiting for you to join them."

The man's expression remained unchanged. He hung up his chef's uniform and followed them forward.

The moment they pushed the door open, Wei Jingwu stood up, and the others followed suit.

Yu Shinan glanced at the empty seat next to Wei Jingwu, chuckled, then frowned and said, "Uncle Wei, this food won't taste good if it gets cold."

Wei Jingwu patted the seat next to him, "We'll start the meal when you get here. Please sit down."

Yu Shinan glanced around and saw that everyone present was familiar, but they all looked at him unfriendly.

He didn't refuse; he couldn't refuse, so he went over and sat down.

Fill the glass to the brim.

Wei Jingwu spoke up, "This place is nice; I'm late, actually."

"Just trying to make ends meet." Yu Shinan said this casually. He picked up his chopsticks, ate the food, completely ignoring everyone's gaze, and then asked, "Not eating? Is my cooking not to your liking?"

Wei Jingwu gave a wink, and only then did the sound of plates and chopsticks begin to clatter.

After only a few bites, they all clung to him.

"Brother Nan, I heard you're getting married. Let's toast you, brothers."

"I'll toast you at the wedding, but you'll be the ones supporting us." Yu Shinan didn't respond.

But he knew that he couldn't escape this drink today.

Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. He couldn't even draw a single stroke of the character for "dragon." Yu Shinan clicked his tongue, ultimately unable to refuse.

drink.

I drank quite a lot.

Wei Jingwu then spoke with a smile, "Is the Yu family interested in getting involved in the area north of Ancheng?"

He's waiting for me here.

Yu Shinan swirled his wine glass, turning his head to look at Wei Jingwu. "I didn't interfere. Uncle Wei, there are other generations of uncles and elders in the Yu family; my opinion doesn't count."

He dismissed the matter cleanly with a single sentence, and Wei Jingwu didn't ask any further questions, only smiling and saying, "Is that so?"

He then asked, "Has the wedding date been set?"

"We're discussing it; we'll send you an invitation once it's finalized."

Wei Jingwu glanced at him and said, "Live your life well and don't let the people who follow you suffer."

These words, seemingly out of concern, are actually a threat.

Yu Shinan glanced at Wei Jingwu, a smile playing on his lips. "What suffering could she possibly endure?"