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

Boy friend?

The other end gave the address and hung up before Xu Qingcheng could ask any more questions.

When I called back, the phone was... switched off?

Xu Qingcheng was stunned. She looked at her phone for a while, then hurriedly changed her clothes.

When Xu Qingcheng arrived, Fu Jingting was slumped over the table in the room's lounge area. When she got closer, the smell of alcohol was overwhelming.

"How much did you drink?" Xu Qingcheng poked the man's shoulder, and he just snorted.

"Where are the people with him?" Xu Qingcheng turned to ask the waiter. It was obvious that there was an occasion and quite a few people, so it was impossible for him to come by himself.

Where is his assistant? Where is his driver?

"Sorry, I'm not quite sure either." The waiter handed the man's phone to Xu Qingcheng. "This is your boyfriend's phone. He's drunk but still insists that his girlfriend come to pick him up, so we had to call you. Besides, he's so drunk that we weren't comfortable even if we hired a designated driver."

He's not my boyfriend.

"Mr. Fu's phone contains his girlfriend's photos."

Xu Qingcheng, "..."

Xu Qingcheng took the phone, feeling suspicious that he couldn't possibly be left alone. But before she could ask any more questions, someone suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her backward. Miss Xu lost her balance and cried out as she sat on the lap of the person behind her.

The man wrapped his arms around her waist, encircling her, and rested his chin on her shoulder. "You've come."

As soon as he spoke, a strong smell of alcohol filled his nostrils. His voice, tinged with alcohol, was very languid. The smell of alcohol tickled his neck, and Xu Qingcheng subconsciously dodged to the side. However, the man's weight followed, and Xu Qingcheng was almost crushed by him. She hurriedly grabbed the armrest.

She turned around and glared at him angrily, "You..."

The words of curse stuck in her throat. The man's drunken eyes were fixed on her, and Xu Qingcheng couldn't utter a curse. She grabbed his arm that was draped around his waist and said, "Let go of me, I'll help you up."

Fu Jingting was obedient and loosened his grip on her waist, but still grabbed her arm as she stood up. He stood up with her help, and Miss Xu staggered as he pulled her, only managing to steady herself by pressing her shoulder against his chest.

He casually draped his arm over her shoulder, leaning against her. Xu Qingcheng was truly glad she was wearing flat shoes, so she wouldn't be unable to stand up because of his weight, but she still felt exhausted. She called to the waiter, "Could you help me get him out of here?"

The waiter came forward to help, but Fu Jingting shook him off, saying, "No need, I can walk by myself."

Xu Qingcheng's forehead twitched; she couldn't afford to get angry with a drunk person.

If he can walk, then he should walk.

The two of them took an irregular path as they left the room. Xu Qingcheng yelled at him several times in frustration, "Stand up straight and walk!"

Does he not know how much he weighs?

She hired a designated driver, took his car, and shoved him into the back seat. Xu Qingcheng wanted to go to the passenger seat, but he grabbed her wrist and wouldn't let her go. Even when he was drunk, he still acted like a hooligan, putting his arm around her waist and pulling her onto his body.

Xu Qingcheng nudged his chest several times with her elbow. "Behave yourself!"

"Um."

The man responded, but he was still restless. He locked her arms around her, pressed his lips against her neck, caressed and kissed her, and even bit her.

Xu Qingcheng felt half of her body go numb. He wouldn't listen to her warnings, and there was another driver she didn't recognize in front of her. She remained frozen in place.

The designated driver started the car and asked her, "Where to?"

She tilted her head. "Where do you live?"

"Wherever you are, that's where my home is."

His words suddenly made one's heart flutter.

There's also an indescribable bittersweet feeling.

Xu Qingcheng was frustrated. Some men are like that; even if you know perfectly well that they might be lying to you, that they don't have any sincerity, and that their words are just casual remarks.

But... I just love hearing nice things, what can I do?

She bit her lip lightly and pinched his arm. "Speak properly and tell me your address."

The man seemed not to hear her, his lips brushing against her earlobe, and then his tongue licking a patch of skin behind her ear.

The fingers on his arm suddenly gripped tightly, and he almost groaned.

Her body trembled slightly in his arms, her teeth grinding together. She didn't want to admit it, but she had to admit it: she felt more than just not repulsed by him.

The designated driver was still pressing her for answers, but Xu Qingcheng could tell from his shameless, groping manner that she probably wouldn't get anything out of him.

I gritted my teeth and gave them the location of Xinghewan.

This journey was torture for Xu Qingcheng. His hand silently slipped under her clothes, as if he was certain that she wouldn't struggle violently or expose him in front of outsiders.

This is utterly reckless and unbridled.

"Fu Jingting!" she gritted her teeth, her voice low, "Don't do anything rash."

"Um."

He readily agreed, whispering in her ear, "I'll do as you say. I won't mess around with anyone else, I'll only mess around with you."

His voice, tinged with alcohol, was languid and seductive; the words coming from his mouth were inherently wicked and utterly shameless.

Xu Qingcheng's face turned bright red, and she grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him.

A low chuckle escaped the man's throat; the alcohol was rising, and his roguish charm spread out.

In the dark carriage, with no privacy, Xu Qingcheng felt that every breath she took was amplified.

Xu Qingcheng was frightened by him, fearing that he would really be shameless and reckless. Yet, this taboo was constantly teasing her nerves, bringing a secret sense of excitement.

She was held tightly in his arms, unable to escape. She turned her head and bit his shoulder to stop herself from making any noise, pleading indistinctly, "Let's go home, let's go home..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, and it made his whole body go weak.

Fu Jingting pressed his face against her shoulder, the woman's loose hair was covered by his cheek, each strand seeping into her heart. He was just teasing her, he didn't mean to really do anything to her.

There's good news today—no, it can't be called good news, but at least we've found other clues and progress.

Fu Jingting did not deny that he was in a good mood.

The feeling of wanting to share with her but not being able to say it isn't very pleasant.

She's been avoiding him these past few days, and Fu Jingting knows why. He's both annoyed and amused.

But with just one phone call, full of loopholes, she still managed to come running. His heart and his body belong to her; everything about him is hers, completely unhidden.

When they finally arrived at Xinghe Bay, as soon as the driver stopped the car, Xu Qingcheng quickly got out and took the keys from him. After the driver left, she turned around and saw Fu Jingting leaning against the back door, looking at her.

He leaned against the car door, looking lazy and swaying.

Xu Qingcheng angrily threw the car keys in her hand at him, "Fu Jingting, are you kidding me?!"

Is he drunk?

He was just faking being drunk.

She lost her keys in a hurry, and when the man reached out, he missed them, bumped into her, and fell down.

Fu Jingting bent down to pick it up, and Xu Qingcheng saw him stumble, as if he was about to fall headfirst.

Her heart tightened, and she hurried forward, grabbing his arm.

The man hooked his fingers around the car keys. He didn't rush to get up, but just turned to look at her.

A hint of a smile played at the corners of her eyes, and that meaningful look annoyed Xu Qingcheng so much that she let go.

The man quickly grabbed her hand, used it to help him stand up, and hugged her. "My girlfriend was worried about me."

"Who's worried about you? And who's your girlfriend?" Xu Qingcheng denied it. She pushed him away and walked forward on her own. The man followed closely behind, holding her hand and not letting her break free.

She denied it, but he smiled happily with his eyebrows raised.

"Why are you pretending to be drunk if you're not? Fu Jingting, what's the truth of every word you say? Is lying fun?" Xu Qingcheng questioned him, unaware that her mind was in turmoil on her way there.

Knowing that someone like him couldn't possibly be alone, I still called her. Before even meeting her, I had already imagined all sorts of bad things.

"I'm sorry." Fu Jingting intertwined his fingers with hers, lifted her hand, and leaned down to kiss their intertwined fingers. "You didn't answer my calls or see me, so I thought I'd try calling again. If you come, then don't complain about me shamelessly clinging to you anymore."

He made no attempt to conceal his thoughts.

"What if I don't go?" Xu Qingcheng asked back.

A smile crept into the man's eyes. "If you don't come, I'll think of something else."

Xu Qingcheng snorted and turned her head away from him, but she couldn't help but secretly curl the corners of her mouth.

Hate.

That man is so annoying.

Seeing her awkward little face, Fu Jingting felt a chill in his heart. Although she didn't give him a good look, she didn't try to break free from him or drive him away.

He looked down at their clasped hands, their fingers intertwined, inseparable.

As the elevator doors opened and someone entered, Xu Qingcheng instinctively tried to let go of his hand, but he held on tightly. The two stepped back to make room for others and stood side by side, their clasped hands blocked by their bodies behind them.

He gently tugged at her hand, but she pulled it back.

Quietly exert your strength where others cannot see it.

It's just like the awkwardness of being a teenager, sneaking around, afraid of being seen.

Xu Qingcheng couldn't help but smile as she thought about it. She stole a glance at him, only to find him staring at her with his eyes downcast. Miss Xu couldn't help but blush instantly. She pretended to glare at him angrily and muttered in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

Fu Jingting noticed her flushed ears and bent down slightly in her direction, saying, "Because you're pretty."

She pinched the finger I was holding.

It doesn't hurt.

itch.

I'm itching to get back in.

My bones are itchy too.

No matter the time, she could stir the deepest emotions within him.

The elevator went up, and people got off one after another until only they remained.

Once they reached the top floor, Xu Qingcheng shook off his hand and went outside first. The man followed behind her, reaching out to pinch her red and burning ears, teasing her, "Why are your ears red? Are you shy?"

Xu Qingcheng pressed her fingerprint to open the door, turned her head to avoid his finger, and kicked him.

Fu Jingting wasn't annoyed by the kick; he just smiled, followed her inside, and snuggled up to her, gently pulling her into his arms. "You can accept being with me now?"

Xu Qingcheng wanted to say no, but...

Only she knows how much she suffered during the days he didn't contact her.

He thought about all sorts of random things. If she didn't accept him, he would go find another woman.

She would be even more unhappy if he found another woman.

Xu Qingcheng pouted, looking particularly sad, and asked him, "Why did you get married so early? Why did you have a child so early?"

Why can't we wait for her?

Until I meet her.

The entryway light was on, casting a gentle glow on her face. He could see the resentment and grievance hidden deep within her, and he understood her jealousy and the pressure of having to compromise. His heart burned with her presence; these emotions, like threads from a spider's web, bound him tightly, preventing him from moving an inch.

He placed his palm on her cheek, his voice hoarse, "I'm sorry."

"I don't want to hear your apology." Xu Qingcheng's eyes were a little watery. She didn't want to cry; she was just very jealous.

Some people are destined to be met late, but you will still accept them completely and everything about them.

But why is she so stingy?

She was petty and jealous of his past, unwilling to accept it, yet also unwilling for him to meet other women.

She forced herself to compromise in this way.

Her struggles and grievances turned into joy for him. His wife's possessiveness, which prevented other women from touching him, made him feel quite pleased and somewhat elated.

If she hadn't looked so upset, Fu Jingting would have loved to tease her.

"You don't want to hear my apology? What do you want to hear?" The man pinched her cheek. "I can't turn back time."

"Fu Jingting, be honest with me. Is there anything else you haven't told me?" She gave him a chance to finish speaking all at once.

She didn't want to find out later and suffer more.

The man reached out and picked her up, carrying her into the living room. "What do you want to know? Ask away, and I'll tell you everything."