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

Fu Jingting gently tapped her little nose with his finger. "Yes."

"What good news?" She tilted her head, looking playful and lively.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, as if to say that there was definite news about Qinghan, although it was still quite complicated and required coordination from various parties to find the final result.

Even so, for Fu Jingting, it was hope.

The word "hope" carries too much weight.

Moreover, he had a feeling that this time, things were going well.

But he had to suppress his excitement, fearing that it would all come to nothing in the end.

"We've finally found some leads, and they're clearer than ever before," he said cautiously, mentioning Qinghan to her.

Xu Qingcheng assumed it was work-related. "Were you frustrated last time because there was no progress?"

Fu Jingting didn't say anything more, but just took her to eat.

Xu Qingcheng stopped asking. Fine, men are probably too embarrassed to admit their own vulnerabilities. But thankfully there was good news, and Xu Qingcheng was happy for him.

The breakfast Mr. Fu prepared was actually very simple, but Ms. Xu ate it very happily.

"Have you eaten?" He sat next to her and watched her eat. Miss Xu felt a little sweet and a little embarrassed.

"Mm." Fu Jingting nodded.

Xu Qingcheng scooped a spoonful of porridge and held it to his lips, "Eat some more."

Fu Jingting chuckled and ate it quite readily, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "It tastes especially delicious when you feed it to me. Have another bite."

Xu Qingcheng gave him a sneer.

He didn't force her, but urged her to eat quickly, saying, "There's a charity event this afternoon, you'll come with me."

Xu Qingcheng looked at him questioningly, "Me?"

"That's right."

Xu Qingcheng thought about it and realized that there was nothing wrong with accompanying him to the event, so she agreed.

After dinner, the two cleared the table together. Xu Qingcheng went to wash the dishes, and she took the initiative to do so, saying, "Since you cooked, I'll wash the dishes."

There is a clear division of labor, and we don't fight.

Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow and hugged her from behind. "Mrs. Fu is very self-aware."

Xu Qingcheng's hand holding the bowl suddenly stopped.

Mrs. Fu?

She lifted her face from his embrace to look at him. "What did you just say?"

"You're so self-aware," Fu Jingting said with a smile, tapping her forehead.

"No, repeat what you just said, without omitting a single word."

Her expression was so serious that Fu Jingting also abandoned his joking thoughts and carefully recalled what he had just said.

"Mrs. Fu is very self-aware. What's wrong?"

Xu Qingcheng lowered her eyes. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but... she had an indescribable feeling.

It seemed perfectly normal for him to call her Mrs. Fu.

Something swirled in her mind, like a thick fog, so dense and unclear that she couldn't see clearly.

"Who is Mrs. Fu?" Xu Qingcheng muttered, looking down.

Fu Jingting couldn't help but laugh. He hugged her from behind, looking down at her as she washed the dishes. "I can't abandon her now that I've started this relationship. Miss Xu has already agreed to be intimate with me, so she definitely has to be my wife."

Xu Qingcheng nudged him with her elbow and scolded him, "Nonsense."

"Are you talking nonsense? I only did it with Miss Xu's permission..."

"Shut up!" Xu Qingcheng quickly turned halfway into his arms, her face flushed, and scolded him to stop talking.

She was incredibly agitated.

A surge of sweetness and shyness welled up inside.

A low chuckle escaped the man's throat as he touched the top of her head with his chin. "Don't talk nonsense. If you agree, I can pack you up and take you home today."

As he said this, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up tightly. Xu Qingcheng exclaimed, "Stop messing around, I haven't finished washing yet."

Miss Xu's cheeks were flushed.

After she finished washing the dishes, Fu Jingting thoughtfully handed her a towel to dry her hands.

The man stood in front of her, his eyes lowered as he served her. Xu Qingcheng felt inexplicably a little uneasy; there were some things stuck in her mind that she couldn't get out of.

Her mind was stirred by his words, "Mrs. Fu." She pulled her hand back, then suddenly grabbed his collar, stammering, "Your ex-wife, did you... also call her Mrs. Fu back then?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Jingting chuckled. He leaned down, meeting her eyes, which avoided his direct gaze. "Miss Xu, are you never going to let this old grudge go?"

"I'm not bringing up the past," Xu Qingcheng muttered. She really didn't want to hold a grudge against him, but she just couldn't help wanting to ask again.

She snuggled closer to him, drawing a heart shape on his left chest where his heart was, and asked, "Is she really not here with you anymore?"

Xu Qingcheng was conflicted; on the one hand, she didn't want him to remember, but on the other hand, she didn't want him to be heartless.

He was a little annoyed by her nitpicking, but he had to admit that he was actually quite happy inside because of her caring nature.

The man reached out and pressed her head against his chest. "Listen to yourself, isn't it just you inside?"

Pressed close to his chest, I could hear the pounding of his heart.

Curious, she twitched her ears and listened carefully to his heartbeat. She pressed herself against his chest and naturally wrapped her arms around his waist.

Xu Qingcheng listened for a while, then looked up, pouting and looking particularly dejected, "I can't tell if it's just me or not."

That's absolutely right, it's very true.

Fu Jingting sighed softly and embraced her. "Then tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"I don't want you to do that." Miss Xu didn't want to make things difficult for him, but she was extremely jealous.

Miss Xu leaned closer to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and stood on tiptoe to get closer. "Was your ex-wife prettier than me? Was she cuter than me?"

Fu Jingting suddenly laughed, and Xu Qingcheng, annoyed, stood on tiptoe and bit his chin. "Don't laugh!"

Her sharp little teeth bit down on it, making one's heart itch.

Fu Jingting put his arm around her waist, "I can't be jealous like you."

Upon hearing this, Miss Xu was so angry that she tried to push him away, but the man was already on guard and held her tightly, preventing her from running away.

How old is your child?

Fu Jingting wanted to ask which one she was referring to, but after thinking about it, he didn't say it. He had already exhausted himself talking about just one ex-wife, and if there was another child involved, he was afraid that the plan to have her accompany him to the event today would also fall through.

"It's a girl, she's over three years old."

Xu Qingcheng suddenly raised her head, "Did she give birth to this child after your divorce?"

They got divorced after only a few months of marriage, and the child's age must have been due to being born after the divorce.

His reason for divorcing her was that his ex-wife didn't love him, so why did she have a child with him if she didn't love him?

Xu Qingcheng was very suspicious.

Seeing the way she was glancing at him, Fu Jingting reached out and covered her eyes. "Don't overthink it. My future belongs to you."

"Hmph! It's all just sweet talk." Xu Qingcheng snorted, displeased.

But then she felt her displeasure was unfounded, and still asked, "Is the child with you?"

"Um."

"You're going to find her a new mother, won't she be unhappy?" Xu Qingcheng was very uneasy. "Won't she like me?"

Fu Jingting smiled when he looked at her.

Xu Qingcheng was confused by his staring gaze and his inexplicable smile. She reached out and pinched him. "I'm asking you a question. What are you smiling at me for?"

"Want to be my child's new mom?" he asked her with a smile in his eyes.

Miss Xu bit her lip hard. Look at what she's saying! It's so unreserved.

She blushed and tried to leave, but the man stopped her. "She won't be unhappy. She'll really like you."

"real?"

"Really, she's very well-behaved and obedient. She likes pretty mothers." Fu Jingting cupped her face in his hands. "Perhaps you could meet her."

Xu Yuan misses her mother very much.

Xu Qingcheng responded with an "oh," neither agreeing nor disagreeing. But then her mind went blank as Fu Jingting keenly noticed that her fingers, which were resting on his arm, gripped his tightly, and her breathing seemed to quicken.

Fu Jingting reached out and hugged her. He gently patted her back, kissed the top of her head, her cheek, and her ear, and whispered comfortingly, "Are you nervous about meeting the children? If you're not ready, we won't meet them. We'll talk about it when you're ready. Okay, Qingcheng?"

He kept whispering in her ear, telling her not to rush, that it was fine anytime, and being gentle and considerate.

As Xu Qingcheng listened to his heartbeat, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. It was a strange emotion. She reached out and hugged him tightly, nodding at his chest.

Fu Jingting breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed her breathing had calmed down.

When you're sick, your emotions are beyond your control.

Lu Jingzhou is absolutely right. Don't assume that what you consider acceptable is the same for others. No two people are exactly alike, and no two illnesses are exactly the same. Even if you see her doing well now, she may be suffering and enduring pain in ways we don't know.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Fu Jingting let go, but Xu Qingcheng clung to him tightly, her face buried in his chest so that her expression could not be seen.

"What's wrong?"

Xu Qingcheng shook her head, hugging his arm even tighter. Her voice was muffled, "I'm sick, do you mind?"

She was aware of her situation and could sense it, but she couldn't control it effectively, which frustrated her.

"I don't mind." How could he mind? All he felt was heartache.

"Dr. Lu said you've made great progress and have remembered some things from the past, haven't you?"

Xu Qingcheng lifted her head from his embrace, tears still lingering in the corners of her eyes. Sniffling, she asked, "Fu Jingting, when did we meet?"

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" The man reached out and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.

"There are some things I can't connect." Xu Qingcheng was puzzled. Qingyao went to jail, Shengshi had problems, and things after that always seemed to be a barrier, keeping her out and refusing her exploration.

She wanted to punch a hole in that barrier, watch it crack, and see clearly what had happened.

"Don't worry, no matter how long the treatment takes, I'll be with you."

Xu Qingcheng glanced at him, raised her hand, pressed her fingers on the scar on the corner of his eyebrow, and suddenly went to unbutton his shirt.

Fu Jingting was taken aback for a moment, then quickly grabbed her hand, his eyes darkening.

Xu Qingcheng ignored him and unbuttoned his shirt to see the bruises on his chest. Beyond the bruises were the teeth marks she had left there when she lost control last night.

Every time I see it, my heart aches and aches.

Her fingers gently caressed his scar before Xu Qingcheng pressed her lips to it. Her lips moved upwards along his scar, past it, and up to kiss his Adam's apple. The man's chest heaved with suppressed emotion, his palms burning hot against her waist. His voice was low and husky, "Qingcheng?"

Xu Qingcheng wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips. "I want to kiss you, I want to do intimate things with you. I've never felt this way before."

She had never felt such a strong desire for a man before, wanting to embrace him, to snuggle with him, to experience anything with him, regardless of shame, as long as it was him.

This is not right. It's not that Xu Qingcheng doesn't believe in love at first sight, but it would never be like this. Her emotions are so intense that they can't be hidden and are rushing outwards.

"I'm jealous that you've been married to other women and had children with them, Fu Jingting. You have no idea how heartbroken I was when I found out." Her voice choked as she spoke. "I'm still heartbroken now. How could you not wait for me? I only have you, but you don't only have me."

She was really jealous.

Fu Jingting picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. His arms held her tightly like iron clamps. Her words, which were almost a confession, were genuine and adorable, full of love.

He wished he could rip his heart out and show it to her.

The man pinned her against the sliding door behind him and kissed her forcefully, his voice hoarse, "Qingcheng, next time, I'll go with you during your treatment."

He was still worried even without a doctor present.

He can tell her about what happened between them.

Help her, and reminisce together.

Pain, bitterness, sourness, sweetness—they experienced them all together.

"So, I really did know you before?" Xu Qingcheng burst into tears, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her face against his side.

"Yes, we've known each other for a long time."

Fu Jingting smiled and said, "I'll tell you another day. But for now, you need to get ready and come with me to the event this afternoon."

Xu Qingcheng shyly rubbed her tears on his shoulder, then suddenly remembered, "I don't have your shirt here, and I've gotten it dirty. What should I do?"

"There's still time, perhaps you could come with me to buy one?" he suggested.

Xu Qingcheng glanced at him, sniffed, and laughed, "I'll go shopping with you?"

Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow, thinking the suggestion was quite good. "Okay, let's go shopping."

So the two of them decided not to bother tidying up and simply put on some light clothes and went out.

With her hand in his, Xu Qingcheng glanced at him, then secretly smiled and followed behind him. She shook their clasped hands and suddenly stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

Before Fu Jingting could say anything, she pulled him into the elevator.

The man looked at her, "Not enough kisses?"

"I can't get enough of kisses." She tilted her head up and pouted at him, not even bothering to point out the lipstick stain on his cheek.

Anyway, the point is to let everyone know that this gentleman is taken.

However, as more and more people entered the elevator, almost everyone glanced at him.

Miss Xu was displeased again. She tugged at his collar, signaling him to lower his head, and reached out to wipe away the lipstick from his face bit by bit.

The man raised an eyebrow and exposed her, "Why are you wiping it? Miss Xu went to great lengths to get it on."

"You knew?" Xu Qingcheng asked in surprise, pinching his waist with her fingers. "Isn't that annoying?"

The elevator stopped, and the man led her out.

FUC has been focusing on many charitable projects for welfare institutions lately, but this afternoon's event was entirely a private trip.

Fu Jingting sought Lu Jingzhou's consent, and Dr. Lu suggested that they could test the waters on the edge.

"What kind of charity event is it, an auction or something?" Xu Qingcheng asked, choosing a location in the car. "Should I wear a formal dress?"

Fu Jingting started the car. "No need, just dress simply."

"Hmm?" Xu Qingcheng tilted her head.

"Let's go to the orphanage," Fu Jingting said, looking at her. "I want to select a few children and sponsor their upbringing."

Xu Qingcheng was somewhat surprised. She turned around and met the man's eyes, her gaze filled with undisguised admiration.

She didn't hold back her praise, saying, "Mr. Fu, how can you be so kind?"

Fu Jingting chuckled. He wanted to say that he wasn't that good, but he was willing to let more children have a better life because of him.

"There will be many children," Fu Jingting said cautiously, staring at her face, but he didn't see any discomfort from her.

The man tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

Dr. Lu said that the most direct reason she forgot him was probably because thinking of him would remind her of the child.

She didn't have a strong aversion to anything else.

Xu Qingcheng was puzzled. "An orphanage would naturally have many children," she said. "I know, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Fu Jingting said with a smile, gently touching her face.