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

Xu Qingcheng was completely bewildered. Who was this person?

Seeing her speechless expression of surprise, Fu Jingting couldn't help but laugh and reached out to pat her head.

Xu Qingcheng abruptly pushed his hand away and sat up from the sofa, defensively creating distance between them. "What do you mean by 'third party'? Do you have nothing better to do?"

"I'm not free. I'm very busy." He said, taking a step forward to get closer to her, "but that won't stop me from pursuing you."

"Who asked you to chase after me?" Xu Qingcheng blushed inexplicably and took a step back. Just as she was about to bump into a decorative bottle behind her, Fu Jingting reached out and grabbed her arm, reminding her, "Be careful."

As Xu Qingcheng turned around, he pulled her into his arms.

"You...let go!"

Xu Qingcheng turned around and slapped his chest hard, struggling to break free from his embrace. The man tightened his arms, holding her tightly in his embrace.

She is his wife, his lover, and the mother of his children. He wants to hold her, but he has to deliberately keep his distance to accommodate her extremely unstable mental state.

He felt sorry for her current situation, but he also felt a little wronged because she had forgotten him, and he couldn't openly hug her as he pleased.

Fu Jingting saw that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were burning with anger, showing how she was angry after being offended.

The man paused, looking at her. Her expression was etched in his memory, not distant, easily pulling him back to the past.

His heart suddenly burned, and he stubbornly held her tighter, refusing to let go, shamelessly saying, "You should really like my type."

"Which eye of yours saw that I like your type?" Xu Qingcheng was speechless. She had seen shameless people before, but she had never seen anyone this shameless.

"You don't like me?" Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow. "That shouldn't be the case. What is it about me that doesn't appeal to you?"

Xu Qingcheng scoffed, "What do you mean, 'like' someone like you? So shameless?"

She scoffed and pushed him away impatiently.

Instead, he hugged her even tighter, lowering his head to touch her forehead. "That's fine too."

You can like his shamelessness if you want.

Xu Qingcheng, "..."

"Let go! Let go of me!" She couldn't push him away, and he was holding her so tightly, her body pressed against his. The man's strong body was hard and powerful, and it was so close to her soft body that Xu Qingcheng's face turned red and she felt hot and bothered.

"I won't let go. First, tell me if you'll let me pursue you." His forehead was pressed against hers, and his breath on her face made her face even hotter.

She placed her hands on his chest and tilted her head back, trying to get away from him, but she tilted too far back and her head hit the wall behind her with a thud.

Xu Qingcheng yelled, and a hand landed on the back of her head, rubbing the back of her head, and scolded her, "Your head doesn't hurt anymore? Why are you still banging it?"

"Isn't it all because of you?"

Frustrated, she rubbed her head back with her hand, touched his fingers, grabbed them forcefully, and flung them aside, refusing to listen to his feigned kindness.

Fu Jingting chuckled, then lowered his hand to massage her face. Seeing her cheeks flushed red with anger and her eyes burning like fire, he found her vibrant and beautiful.

He couldn't resist the urge to kiss her.

The hand that landed on the back of his head pressed down hard, and he leaned forward, his face pressing against hers. Without thinking, Xu Qingcheng slapped him across the face.

The sound was a bit loud, and the two of them froze at the same time.

He stared at her, his eyes narrowed, giving her a rather unfriendly look.

But they didn't move, maintaining an extremely close distance.

My palm hurts a little.

Xu Qingcheng felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze and stammered, "Can't you dodge?"

"Who is your boyfriend? Ye Tinghong?" he asked in an unfriendly tone.

Xu Qingcheng pursed her lips.

She couldn't quite describe how she felt.

She just assumed her boyfriend was Ye Tinghong, and that seemed like a natural assumption she made.

Her memories were fragmented; some things were in pieces in her mind, and she couldn't even accurately sketch out a complete picture in her memory.

When I think of Ye Tinghong's name, I feel a distant sense of unfamiliarity, as if it were a long time ago, and a sense of melancholy when I think of an old friend after going through many trials and tribulations.

She couldn't even quite remember what Ye Tinghong looked like.

But being questioned like this annoyed Xu Qingcheng. "It's none of your business who it is."

"What do you mean it's okay?" he said, his face dark and cold. "Is he more handsome than me or richer?"

"..."

Xu Qingcheng almost couldn't help but laugh, but wait, she couldn't laugh in this situation.

She couldn't help but take a closer look at his face.

With just one glance, her gaze fell upon the scar on his brow, and her heart inexplicably ached and ached.

However, this man was truly handsome, with exquisitely defined features. To describe him as merely handsome would be an understatement. The scars on his face did not detract from his appearance at all; on the contrary, they added a touch of wildness.

He was very tall. Even someone of her height looked petite standing next to him. His height, figure, and face were simply unfair. Countless women would kneel at his feet.

Realizing she had actually gone along with his words and rated his looks, even giving him a score above 90, Xu Qingcheng was immediately disgusted. She turned her face away from him, saying, "Superficial! Do you think everyone only cares about looks and income?"

Fu Jingting snorted coldly. Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang.

Fu Jingting answered the phone when Zhong Wanxiu called.

"dad."

The little girl's clear voice came through the receiver; the two were so close that Xu Qingcheng could hear it clearly as well.

She stared at him, bewildered.

He couldn't figure out the source of his stunned state. Was it because the child's voice sounded familiar, or because he actually had a daughter?

Xu Qingcheng's eyes showed barely concealed panic, but before she could think further, she was suddenly flicked on the forehead. She hissed in pain and quickly covered her forehead.

When she looked up again, the man had already walked to the other side with his phone, and she could no longer hear their conversation.

"Dad, Grandma asked me to ask if you're coming home for dinner tonight?" Xu Yuan's voice was soft, with the gentle and indistinct quality unique to children.

"Go back." Fu Jingting glanced at the time and then added, "But you don't need to wait for me. Go eat with Grandpa and Grandma first, okay?"

"Okay." A drawn-out "okay."

She added, "Dad, my little sister drank a lot of formula. I gave her toys to play with, but she doesn't seem to like them... she doesn't play with them at all..."

"She's still young, but she'll play with you when she grows up." The man's eyes were filled with tenderness.

"Dad, when is Mom coming back? I miss Mom."

Fu Jingting looked back and caught her staring in his direction. Perhaps not expecting him to suddenly turn around and bump into her peeking at him, Xu Qingcheng coughed awkwardly and turned to pack her other things.

Fu Jingting turned back again, "Mom is lost. It may take her a while to find her way home."

Xu Yuan seemed to understand but not quite, "Dad, do you know the way? Can you bring Mom back?"

"it is good."

The father and daughter exchanged a few more words before Fu Jingting hung up the phone.

He turned and walked toward her.

Xu Qingcheng glanced at him, wanting to ask if he had been married and had children.

She heard the little girl call for her father.

How can someone with a family say he's pursuing her?

Scum!

However, Xu Qingcheng held back in the end and didn't ask any more questions.

After all, it has nothing to do with her. Song Chang is just familiar with him, and there may not be any chance to meet again in the future.

It's best to stay away from this kind of scum and not ask him any more questions.

Fu Jingting looked at her, "Does your head still hurt?"

Xu Qingcheng didn't want to answer, but thinking that he probably rushed back after receiving her call, she felt embarrassed and obediently replied, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Don't think about anything nonsense. The doctor said you hit your head in the accident, so you might be a little confused. You need to learn to manage it yourself. When you have a headache, just clear your mind and don't think about anything." He carefully instructed her, sounding as intimate and familiar as someone she knew.

Xu Qingcheng looked up at him. "I'm fine now, thank you."

This is clearly an invitation to leave.

"You have my phone number in your phone. Call me if you have any problems."

"No need, you should go now," she urged.

Fu Jingting didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out. When he reached the door, Xu Qingcheng suddenly asked, "How did you get in?"

Fu Jingting paused for a moment, then replied matter-of-factly, "You didn't lock the door."

The door wasn't locked? It wasn't locked at all.

Xu Qingcheng thought for a moment, but couldn't remember whether it was locked or not.

After he left, she slammed the door shut.

Fu Jingting stood there for a while before turning and leaving.

On the way, he still called Song Chang, "Qingcheng suddenly had another headache."

"Another offense? What caused it?"

"Her phone contains messages related to me." Fu Jingting pressed his temples. "I've already deleted all her chat history."

Song Chang nodded, "I'll be back in a bit, at most thirty minutes."

"Okay. Be careful tonight. Leave the wall lamp on in the bedroom; don't turn off all the lights, she's prone to nightmares."

"Okay, don't worry, she's my own sister, I'll take good care of her."

"I've ordered food from the Silver Bay Hotel. It'll be delivered in half an hour, so you don't need to go to too much trouble." Fu Jingting paused. "Song Chang, I owe you a favor. You can ask me for it."

"Wow, you're so generous, you'll do anything?"

"Anything is fine." Fu Jingting drove forward, "Including anything related to Song Xingzhi."