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

Xu Qingcheng hooked her arm around Song Chang's and winked at her.

Song Chang couldn't stand it any longer and rolled her eyes.

Fu Jingting willingly acted as the driver. When Song Chang went to open the back door to get in the car, Xu Qingcheng grabbed her and pushed her, saying, "You get in the passenger seat."

"I'm not going," Song Chang said irritably.

Xu Qingcheng gave her a strange look, and Song Chang simply opened the passenger door and shoved her inside.

Xu Qingcheng exclaimed in surprise as Song Chang pushed her into the passenger seat.

She looked back and saw that Song Chang had already gone to sit in the back by himself.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing's wrong, it's safe from here."

"Didn't find anything you liked?"

"He likes girls who are flashy and glamorous, but I'm too innocent," Song Chang said bluntly.

Xu Qingcheng scoffed, "You call yourself innocent?"

As the two were talking, Fu Jingting put down his luggage and got into the driver's seat. He started the car and turned to see her leaning to the side to talk to Song Chang.

"Sit still," he reminded her.

Xu Qingcheng sat up straight, and the man leaned over and naturally helped her fasten her seatbelt.

He leaned in so close that his face was almost pressed against her chest. Xu Qingcheng quickly reached for her seatbelt, saying, "I can do it myself."

Fu Jingting glanced at her, reached out and took the seatbelt from her hand, fastened it for her, and then casually adjusted the seatbelt that was taut around her chest.

He did it so naturally, with such an open and honest expression, that you couldn't bring yourself to call him a scoundrel or a filthy person.

Xu Qingcheng subconsciously turned around to look at Song Chang, who was also looking at them. When she saw her turn around, Song Chang raised an eyebrow.

Song Chang's nonchalant expression puzzled Xu Qingcheng.

Xu Qingcheng sent a message to Song Chang.

Upon hearing the notification tone, Song Chang clicked on it.

A beauty that could topple kingdoms: You're not interested?

Speak freely: It's yours.

A beauty that could topple kingdoms: You're crazy, I have a boyfriend, I'm not taking you in anymore.

Song Chang's forehead twitched, but he still sent a message.

Who?

"Are you out of your mind? Don't you know who my boyfriend is?"

Song Chang simply pressed the screen-off button on his phone, too lazy to waste any more words with her.

I feel so sorry for Fu Jingting; he's been blocked by his wife.

But thinking back to that day, Song Chang's heart ached. When she first woke up, she was numb, lying on the hospital bed without saying a word, but tears kept streaming down her face.

She doesn't respond to anyone who speaks to her, as if she has lost the ability to speak.

After a consultation with doctors, it was determined that the patient had experienced psychological trauma and needed psychological counseling.

Fu Ruchu is growing well in the incubator and has gained more than 4 pounds, so she can come out of the incubator.

Her family thought that letting her hold the baby might make her feel better, but when they brought the baby to her hospital room, Xu Qingcheng broke down the moment she saw the baby and didn't even get to hold him.

She clutched her head, writhing in pain. Fu Jingting held her, trying to explain that Qinghan was still alive, but they hadn't found him yet.

But it's no use.

She was like a wounded little animal, curled up in a corner, not letting anyone near her, in so much pain that she banged her head against the wall, torturing herself like a madwoman, until finally she fainted from the headache.

Song Chang was present at the time. Seeing Xu Qingcheng's appearance, she couldn't help but shed tears, feeling deeply empathetic.

No matter how much you empathize, you can never truly replace Xu Qingcheng.

When she woke up again, she suddenly became better. She could talk and laugh, but the way she looked at Fu Jingting had become very unfamiliar.

She even knew that Zhong Wanxiu was Fu Jingting's mother, but she didn't remember what her relationship was with her, didn't remember Fu Jingting, and didn't remember her child.

The doctor's diagnosis revealed dissociative conversion disorder, characterized by forgetting details of certain people or events; in layman's terms, it's selective amnesia, formerly known as hysteria.

Watching her son fall to his death right before her eyes must be incredibly traumatic for a mother.

The child is a source of stress, and the doctor advised that she should not see the child for the time being and should not be stimulated further in the short term.

"Take care of her for me." Fu Jingting was worried about the caregiver, so he asked Song Chang to take care of Xu Qingcheng.

This man, who had always seemed wild, untamed, and shameless in Song Chang's memory, was surprisingly pitiful at that moment.

His youngest daughter is too young, so he hired a nanny to take care of her, but he still tries to make time to be with her.

Fu Qinghan's disappearance was completely accidental. The person who took him away was desperate to escape and abandoned the child. As a result, the person was in a car accident and died on the spot. Where he left the child is completely unknown.

Fu Jingting went to see Fu Hongxin, and the police questioned him carefully. Fu Hongxin was unaware that the child was missing. If he had known, he would not have been able to hide the fact that the child Wen Fei was holding had been switched from him.

The social connections of the person who took the child were also thoroughly investigated. He fled with the child and hadn't even had time to contact the next person.

In other words, the child is lost, but no one knows how he was lost. The dead cannot speak, so we don't know if he was picked up by someone.

Like a stone sinking into the sea, there was absolutely no news of them.

While searching for his son through every available information channel, Fu Jingting also had to juggle his daughter, his wife, and company affairs.

After experiencing the power struggles within Fu Minghui's family, everyone reached a consensus: each could act independently, supporting one another or not interfering with the other.

To outsiders, this series of actions may seem simple, but behind it lies the result of a complex interplay of interests and power struggles.

Song Chang sighed, glanced at Xu Qingcheng, and really wanted to knock her on the head.

Inside Xinghe Bay, Fu Jingting had someone clean up beforehand, clearing out all the children's belongings.

Xu Qingcheng was a little confused when she entered the room. She felt that it shouldn't be like this, but it also seemed that it should be.

Seeing her standing there motionless, Song Chang asked, "What's wrong?"

Xu Qingcheng shook her head.

She took the things Fu Jingting was carrying and invited him, "Please sit down first. Changchang, pour him some water."

She said this as she carried her things into the bedroom.

Song Chang glanced at him. "The doctor said to proceed gradually, but didn't say we shouldn't tell her anything. Even if she temporarily forgets about you, we can still talk about our marital relationship."

"Wait a while. At least she won't cry now." Fu Jingting looked towards the bedroom and told her to let her recover slowly. But Qinghan still hadn't been found, and the thought of him still broke her heart.

"It's better to forget those things."

"And what about you?"

Fu Jingting went to pour water for Song Chang. When he heard her ask, he raised an eyebrow and said, "If I can make her fall in love once, I can make her fall in love again."

Song Chang scoffed, then couldn't help but laugh, "Qingcheng finally met the right person."

Xu Qingcheng put down her luggage and came out, only to see Fu Jingting handing Song Chang a glass of water. She sat calmly on the sofa, behaving very well as a guest.

Xu Qingcheng glared at her, "Are you even capable?"

"Why not? Do you expect me to do anything at your house?" Song Chang took the water glass Fu Jingting gave her, drank the water, and sat firmly on the sofa without even moving her butt.

Xu Qingcheng clicked her tongue and nudged Fu Jingting, "Have a seat, I'll pour you some tea."

Fu Jingting hummed in agreement.

Xu Qingcheng felt it was inappropriate to ask someone to drive her home from the hospital. Even if they were friends, she shouldn't do that; she should be more polite.

Seeing that he had only poured Song Chang plain water, Xu Qingcheng went to find some tea leaves. "Changchang, where did I put my tea leaves?"

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

Xu Qingcheng bent down to the cabinet next to the water dispenser. Fu Jingting stood behind her and pulled her arm, "Up there."

He opened it, and the small jars of tea were neatly arranged.

"How did you know? You know it better than I do." She smiled, her eyes crinkling, and reached for a small can of tea. "Would black tea be alright?"

Fu Jingting nodded. "I just saw it."

Xu Qingcheng had no doubts. Her mind had been a bit foggy lately, and she had a strange feeling about many things, but when she thought about them carefully, they seemed to make sense.

He brought over the teapot and stood beside her, waiting.

Xu Qingcheng turned her head to look at him, "Go and sit down."

The man didn't move, watching her put the tea leaves into the teapot, brew the tea, and then pour it into a glass.

He took the tea tray and brought it over.

This is completely disregarding their status as guests!

Xu Qingcheng followed and handed a cup to Song Chang, saying, "Try this Qihong tea, I think it's delicious."

Song Chang took a sip, nodded, and said, "Hmm, it's not bad. Where did you buy it?"

"Right? I think so too." Xu Qingcheng's eyebrows curved into a smile. "From..."

The words caught in her throat. She frowned, feeling that the words were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't remember where she bought them.

Seeing her slightly furrow her brow, Fu Jingting continued, "These are the ones I brought back from Qimen. If you like them, I'll have someone bring you some more."

He was giving this to Xu Qingcheng, of course.

However, Xu Qingcheng felt that he was talking to Song Chang, so she just smiled and said, "You're so thoughtful to our Changchang."

Fu Jingting looked up at her, his lips slightly pursed, but he didn't explain.

Song Chang choked on her tea and coughed violently a few times. She stood up and said, "I have to go home. I'll come over and keep you company tonight."

"I'm fine now, you don't need to come over tonight. The doctor said it's just a flesh wound, nothing serious, just a few stitches." Xu Qingcheng refused and told her to go back.

Before Song Chang could speak, Fu Jingting made the arrangements first, "You stay with her for a few days, she's just changed her environment."

Song Chang understood. "I know."

"Don't say anything more. I'll come over tonight. Just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll buy the ingredients and bring them over."

"Anything is fine, just something light. Don't drink any more soup, I'm going to throw up. I can't drink anymore, I'm getting so fat, I need to lose weight." Zhao Lan brought her meals at the hospital, all very nourishing soups and broths, and Xu Qingcheng was going crazy. She clearly felt she had gained a lot of weight.

"You're still weak, don't be stubborn." Fu Jingting stared at her. "You're not fat either, that's perfect, you don't need to lose weight."

He reached out and pinched her cheek. "Be good!"

Xu Qingcheng slapped his hand away.

What's up with this guy?

Xu Qingcheng looked at Song Chang, her eyes blazing with anger.

Song Chang turned her face to the side; she didn't see it.

On her way home, Song Chang received a call from Xu Qingcheng, and she was furious. "This guy is no good, and it's understandable that you don't like him. What does it matter to him whether I'm fat or not? What does it matter to him whether I'm willful or not? He's so familiar with me. Do I even know him? Are we even close? He treats a woman with such a lack of boundaries, right in front of you..."

Song Chang interrupted her, exasperated, "He's not interested in me, he's interested in you. Men all like vixens, I'm so innocent."

"Get out!" Xu Qingcheng cursed!

"It's no use telling him that he's interested in me, I'm already taken."

Song Chang pressed his fingers to his temples. "You should think about what you want to eat tonight. I'll grab my food and head back. Text me, or I'll just buy whatever."

"Okay, let me think about it."

Xu Qingcheng hung up the phone.

She glanced at her phone with a puzzled look. Every time Ye Tinghong was mentioned, Song Chang would change the subject.

That's right, why didn't he come over when she was discharged from the hospital?!

Xu Qingcheng took out her phone, intending to make a call to ask, but she found that she didn't have Ye Tinghong's number saved in her phone.

But she is called "husband".

She shuddered, feeling utterly disgusted by the cheesy sentimentality. She pinched her own face, realizing how thick-skinned she was.

After thinking about it, I still made the call.

Fu Jingting was driving when he saw the call she had made on his phone and quickly answered it.

"What's wrong?" Fu Jingting asked as he pulled the car to the side of the road, worried that something might have happened to her.

Xu Qingcheng's expression changed, and without saying a word, she suddenly hung up the phone.

It feels like my head is being stabbed with awls, it hurts a lot.

She pressed her head against the sofa; it still hurt, it hurt terribly, the kind of pain she couldn't bear.

Fu Jingting looked at the phone that had been hung up, and almost immediately, he turned around and rushed back.

When Fu Jingting swiped his fingerprint to enter, he saw Xu Qingcheng squatting on the ground with her head against the wall, in so much pain that she wanted to bang her head against it to relieve the pain.

She braced her hands against the wall, her fingernails turning white from the force.

"A beauty that could topple empires!"

Fu Jingting reached out and pulled her up, wrapping his arm around her under her armpits and pressing his fingertips against her head. "Headache? It hurts a lot?"

"Um."

Her voice was trembling with sobs, and her eyes were red from the pain.

Fu Jingting picked her up and carried her to the sofa, holding her close in his arms. He gently pressed her head and temples, asking, "Why do you suddenly have a headache?"

She was in so much pain that she felt weak all over. He held her, her cheek pressed against his chest, and she could hear his steady, strong heartbeat. Xu Qingcheng felt that it shouldn't be like this; the way he held her was too intimate, but she felt inexplicably at ease.

She was in so much pain that she broke out in a cold sweat. Fu Jingting's hand landed on her neck, which was wet.

"Close your eyes, don't think about anything, take a deep breath. Relax." The man's voice rang in my ears, gently guiding me.

Xu Qingcheng calmed herself down and slowly cleared her mind. He patiently massaged her, and the pain gradually subsided.

Fu Jingting saw her expression gradually soften and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She didn't move, so he didn't move either, and just held her like that.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked in a low voice, so close that his lips seemed to brush against her ear.

Xu Qingcheng's face suddenly flushed. She dodged to the side, bracing herself with her hands as she tried to escape from his embrace.

The man tightened his arms around her, pulling her close. "Why do you suddenly have a headache?"

"have no idea."

Xu Qingcheng pushed him away, and she frowned as she looked at him, "You..."

She wanted to ask him what was going on.

Who is he?

He held her like this!

Numerous questions swirled in my mind, and just thinking about them gave me a headache that made me turn pale.

Fu Jingting suddenly let go of her hand, placed her on the sofa, and stood up. "Why did you call me just now?"

Xu Qingcheng pursed her lips, her gaze falling on the phone on the coffee table. "Why are you in my phone? Yes, yes..."

Fu Jingting glanced at it and picked it up.

He unlocked the device with a password and saw the call logs.

The man's eyes darkened slightly.

He clicked edit and changed the word "husband" to "Fu Jingting".

I opened her WeChat again, changed her name, and then cleared the chat history.

The man's jawline was taut.

It's just a title.

But suddenly I felt like I had created distance between us.

He handed her the phone.

Xu Qingcheng took it, and when she saw that his name had been changed, her doubts remained.

Fu Jingting suddenly leaned forward, bracing himself on his arm beside her and bending down.

The man's face pressed closer, almost touching hers. Xu Qingcheng instinctively leaned back, her head sinking into the sofa back, unable to move. "You..."

"Xu Qingcheng, I've taken a liking to you. Will you let me pursue you?" His question was simply...

Xu Qingcheng's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

I have a boyfriend.

Fu Jingting reached out and hooked her chin, "Then I'll be the third party."