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

Zhong Wanxiu and Fu Sichen stayed for a while before they were about to leave when Fu Jingting called out to her, "Sichen, stay with your second sister-in-law for a bit. I'm going out for a bit."

"Okay, sure." Fu Sichen agreed. "Mom, you go back first. Dad watching Xu Yuan probably won't be as good as you are. I'll take a taxi later."

"Where are you going?" Xu Qingcheng asked Fu Jingting. "Any news about those people?"

Her fingers tightened involuntarily, crumpling the thin blanket covering her legs. She was conflicted; she wanted to know who had done it. Xu Qingcheng didn't deny that she was very vengeful, and she wasn't one to let things slide.

But now, she can't do strenuous activities, so she can't help him much, and she's worried about whether he's in danger.

She has expressive eyes; Fu Jingting could easily see in them that she was worried about him.

"No, something came up at the company, I have to go take care of it. Duan Heng has been going crazy these past two days." He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her.

In front of Fu Sichen, she thought he would just kiss her forehead, but he kissed her lips directly, cupped her face, and his tongue probed inside.

"Well……"

Xu Qingcheng protested, but her protests were to no avail; he only released her after he had kissed her enough.

I asked her with a smile, "Are you worried about me?"

Xu Qingcheng clenched her fist and punched his chest, muttering softly, "What are you doing? Si Chen is here."

"Second sister-in-law, I didn't see anything." Fu Sichen, who was called out, turned her back and made a blatant attempt to deny the truth.

Second brother, really, why don't you try to hide it from people at all?

Fu Sichen was getting flustered for him, but she inexplicably remembered that night when Nan Ge kissed her, and she was completely stunned.

I can't really remember the subtle sensations anymore. I only remember his kisses were intense and passionate, his breath smelled of tobacco, and what I remember most is the fiery heat and my heart pounding.

Even now, thinking about it still makes my heart pound. It feels like my heart isn't my own; it's beating so hard and trembling.

If it were before, without Lin Yuanqing, Fu Sichen felt that even if she was confused, she would have taken the initiative to cling to him. She had never been so eager to have that man as she was now.

The hazy, youthful love and joy gradually changed with age. She knew very well that her feelings for him were not just fondness or a passing fancy, but genuine affection and love.

She longed to be won over and pampered by him.

Even if he did something crazy and chaotic to her like that night, she wouldn't resist.

As long as he truly knows it's her.

As long as he genuinely wanted to kiss her, and wasn't trying to lecture her.

She envied how loving her second brother and sister-in-law were.

She can no longer enter; she must maintain a safe distance so as not to disturb him or be discovered.

It's really painful.

She dared not show her sadness or joy, guarding against everyone discovering her hidden secret, trembling with fear that she might accidentally reveal it.

Xu Qingcheng covered her face and secretly glared at him.

Her cheeks were flushed and red, like pink peaches, beautiful.

He chuckled and pinched her cheek. "Don't think about anything. Right now, your job is to focus on taking care of the baby and yourself. I'll take good care of Xuyuan and me. We'll divide the responsibilities, okay?"

Xu Qingcheng nodded, "Okay."

She knew that her unstable emotions these past two days had caused Jingting a lot of worry, and he stayed by her side constantly.

Fu Jingting left.

Si Chen sat down by the hospital bed and handed Xu Qingcheng some water. "Second sister-in-law, I really didn't expect my second brother to be so warm-hearted. I never expected it. You have no idea how hurtful his words can be, the kind that stab people in the heart. I think, who would be so cruel as to like a man like that?"

Xu Qingcheng chuckled, "How come I didn't know? Your words are so sarcastic. I'm also wondering why I like him."

She said this with a shy and sweet smile.

Fu Sichen watched, feeling nothing but envy.

Xu Qingcheng looked at her, "Don't envy me, you will meet someone like that too. It's just that it might not be the right time yet. Don't be discouraged, you may not like the person you like in the future, it just takes time."

"I know."

Fu Sichen nodded.

……

Even the summer heat couldn't dispel the desolation and loneliness in the abandoned factory.

After a rain, rust began to grow on the steel support pillars.

Yu Shinan squatted on a rock beside a pillar, smoking. He wore a black baseball cap with the brim pulled low, a black T-shirt, and black casual pants. His squatting posture made his heels slightly raised, his calf muscles tense, and his pants clung tightly to his muscles, making him look like a leopard ready to pounce at any moment, wild and powerful.

He held a cigarette in one hand, casually flicking the ash from his arm, and glanced at the young man standing beside him. The young man was tall, wearing a gray fisherman's hat, and had a pale face. He stood there with his head down and his head drooping.

Fu Jingting stopped the car, got out, and slammed the door shut.

Yu Shinan heard the sound and looked over. He stood up and casually stubbed out his cigarette on the iron pillar.

"Brother Nan."

The boy behind him suddenly called out to him, and when he saw the man coming towards him, he shrank back and retreated.

Yu Shinan glanced at him, reached out and slapped him on the head, pressing down on his tilted fisherman's hat. "Stand still!"

Fu Jingting walked over, stood in front of Yu Shinan, and tilted his head. "Him?"

The man's voice was extremely cold and deep.

"Yes."

As soon as Yu Shinan finished speaking, Fu Jingting kicked the man. Even though he was mentally prepared to be beaten, the sudden kick to the stomach sent him crashing into a pillar behind him. He bounced back and before he could regain his balance, he was grabbed and shoved to the side.

Yu Shinan didn't interfere. He lit another cigarette and turned his back to smoke.

Chen Da was bound to get a beating.

Fu Jingting had been holding back his anger, and he needed an outlet.

Chen Da was unlucky, but he deserved it.

A thud sounded behind me—the sound of a body hitting the ground—followed by a wail, "Brother Nan, save me!"

Yu Shinan exhaled, turned around, and reached out to stop Fu Jingting's waving hand. He met the man's deep, bloodshot eyes. "There's no need to cripple him. He was just used as a pawn. You've had enough. Ask him whatever you want to ask."

Fu Jingting pulled his hand back, shook his wrist, and stared at the man lying on the ground, his face bruised, swollen, and covered in blood. "You started the fire at the mental hospital?"

"No," the tall, thin man denied.

Fu Jingting's brows furrowed. "Say it again."

"I started the fire, but it was just a minor disturbance. The real fire wasn't caused by me."

"Who is that?" Fu Jingting picked up the half-empty bottle of mineral water next to Yu Shinan, unscrewed it, rinsed the blood off his hands, and looked at him with his eyelids lifted. "I don't have much patience, don't beat around the bush with me."

"I don't know who it was, but it really wasn't me. I was just setting off a smoke, which would have been fine with two or three fire extinguishers. I don't know how it suddenly caught fire."

Fu Jingting looked up.

Chen Da immediately raised his hand, "I swear, I haven't said a single word wrong. With Brother Nan here, I wouldn't dare."

How did Wen Liyan die?