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

Chapter 33 Her Photograph

Xu Qingcheng snorted. She ordered several items from a haute couture app and then had the store deliver the finished garments.

After finishing this task, Xu Qingcheng rushed into the kitchen and started cooking rice porridge in the rice cooker.

There is ham and eggs in the refrigerator.

She was quite skilled; a little olive oil, eggs, and ham, fried together, and it was done.

This is truly Xu Qingcheng's specialty dish; she survives on it.

She was so hungry that her stomach was practically sticking to her back. Xu Qingcheng was afraid that if she didn't eat, she would faint from low blood sugar. She needed to maintain her fighting spirit; she still had a battle to fight that night.

Since Ye Chengnian is so determined to corner her, those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose.

She, Xu Qingcheng, was not someone who could be manipulated at will.

Fu Jingting poured himself a glass of water and leaned against the sink, lazily looking towards the kitchen.

She wore a silk red nightgown, her skin was fair and her features were beautiful, and even when she was holding a spatula, she was still beautiful and elegant.

What's in your bones will still shine brightly, even if you're thrown into the mud.

Fu Jingting couldn't help but think that if one day, Shengshi were to fall into ruin and she were left with nowhere to go, he couldn't imagine that she could shed her glamorous appearance and haughty manners, and he couldn't imagine that she could just find a man to marry and start a life of mundane chores.

So Ye Tinghong thought that if he drove her to a dead end, she would obediently surrender to him.

Fu Jingting scoffed.

Xu Qingcheng plated the ham and fried eggs, and when she turned around, she saw him smiling strangely for no reason. When he saw her looking over, he stopped smiling and put on his beastly act again.

Miss Xu inwardly scoffed. Her impression of Fu Jingting never matched the outside world's perception of him as a composed and steady person. Except for that brief glimpse at the Fu Group last time, when he communicated with people with ease and confidence, she subconsciously straightened her back. It was an unconscious respect for a businessman.

But in most cases, what she remembers most vividly is his appearance after he took off his suit jacket, which really can only be equated with a playboy, although that's not entirely objective.

She carried the plates to the dining table, treating his place like her own home, and used it very comfortably.

She used a knife and fork with great skill, and didn't forget to complain, "Don't you even provide a steak roll here?"

"I eat Chinese food."

Fu Jingting noticed that she had only fried one egg and two slices of ham, clearly leaving nothing for him.

He sat beside her and tapped the tabletop.

That look seemed to say, "You're so good at using my stuff, why don't you prepare any meals for me?!"

Ms. Xu had a lot to say: "Why are you looking at me? You eat Chinese food, you don't eat Western food."

She ate the fried egg slowly and carefully, and when some seasoning stuck to the side of her mouth, she quietly swished her tongue around it.

Fu Jingting's gaze was somewhat heavy as he stared at her, his eyes lingering on her rosy lips. "Fried eggs are fine."

"..."

Xu Qingcheng glanced at him. She had no interest in cooking; if she did, it was only to feed herself. Don't expect her to cook another one for him.

She used her fork to bring the ham over. "There's porridge. You can have some porridge."

Just then, the rice cooker beeped to indicate that it was done.

Miss Xu smiled sweetly, "The porridge is ready. If you want some, please help yourself. Could you please get me a bowl too?"

She directed him with remarkable ease. Fu Jingting snorted, but said nothing, and stood up.

Miss Xu was surprised to see that they were actually going.

While he was getting the bowl, Ms. Xu hurriedly went to turn on the rice cooker.

Press the power button and the lid will pop open automatically.

Xu Qingcheng was startled; the heat burned her arm, and then her arm was separated from hers.

Although a little burn won't cause any major problems, it will hurt.

Xu Qingcheng looked at her hands, thankful that he had acted quickly.

The man stood behind her. Xu Qingcheng turned her head to look at him, and Fu Jingting simply and gracefully handed her the bowl.

Xu Qingcheng was in full bloom.

He took it and handed her the other bowl.

Then the two of them carried the bowls out of the kitchen, one in front of the other.

Xu Qingcheng, who was walking behind, looked up at his back, and the steam from the rice porridge seemed to envelop her face.

It's just simple white rice porridge. It's not so much about whether it's delicious or not, but the rice must be very good, because it smells wonderful when cooked.

Xu Qingcheng ate in small bites, then looked up at him. "Your fiancée is holding a press conference at the Royal Court tonight. Aren't you going?"

"Fiancée?" He repeated, his eyes narrowing upwards.

Ms. Xu should be addressed differently, "Ms. Ye Wenhan".

"It depends."

Whether to go or not depends on the situation.

Pshaw, all you do is play riddles.

Xu Qingcheng snorted.

After finishing his bowl, he probably found it too bland, so he called the housekeeper to come and make lunch.

Xu Qingcheng thought to herself, "Couldn't you have called someone to do it earlier?"

Fu Jingting originally wanted to have the nanny come, but then suddenly changed his mind.

He got up and went to the kitchen, throwing the dishes into the sink.

Xu Qingcheng stared at the phone on his table, reached over and pressed a button.

Okay, there's a password.

She simply picked it up and, when he came over, shoved the phone right in front of his face.

Fu Jingting subconsciously took a step back, cursing inwardly, thinking she was up to some secret weapon.

"What are you doing?" Fu Jingting asked her, reaching for his phone.

Xu Qingcheng quickly withdrew her hand and saw that it wasn't unlocked.

"Didn't you set up facial recognition?" Ms. Xu asked, somewhat annoyed.

Why should I set up facial recognition?

"Then unlock it, let me see if you deleted my photos." She handed the phone back to him and asked him to unlock it.

The man put his phone back in his pocket.

"Weren't you going to send some photos?" Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow, resting his hands on the table as he looked at her, his expression both wicked and seductive. "And, quite revealing ones at that?"

"..." This person is really annoying. He still remembers such a thing. How can he be so idle?

Xu Qingcheng grabbed her phone and promptly selected a ton of photos, dumping them all into his phone.

I could hear his phone constantly beeping with notification sounds.

Fu Jingting took it out to look; she probably sent him all the content she had saved on her phone.

The man chuckled and patiently flipped through the pages one by one.

There are several photos, probably taken when she was in school. She has her hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a white T-shirt and black shorts. Her legs are long and straight, and her youthful energy is palpable. Her smile is exceptionally bright.

He pointed to the photo and zoomed in to look at it more closely.

The English letters in the background are very eye-catching.

He asked casually, "You've been to New Haven?"

Xu Qingcheng glanced at the photo. "Oh, yes."

Fu Jingting looked up at her. "Didn't you graduate from Columbia?"

"Can't I even sit in on the proceedings?" she scoffed.

Fu Jingting didn't ask any more questions, but directly clicked "save".

Her photos are diverse, including selfies and photos taken by others; in short, every expression in each one is perfect.

There weren't any particularly explicit ones.

just.

Fu Jingting's eyes were calm.

The atmosphere in the air suddenly seemed to freeze, layer by layer, with him at the center.