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

Zhong Wanxiu went to her parents' house to pick up her three children and asked them to stay for lunch before leaving.

Fu Jingting's company was busy, and his phone kept ringing.

Zhong Wanxiu found him too noisy and sent him straight to the study.

Xu Qingcheng and Zhong Wanxiu looked after the baby and chatted together.

"Mom, has Jingting ever stayed in New Haven?"

"He's been to quite a few places outside, I think he has. What's wrong?" Zhong Wanxiu asked.

Xu Qingcheng pursed her lips and snorted, "He said he had seen me before, but I don't remember him. When I asked him, he wouldn't say."

Zhong Wanxiu laughed, "Then you'll have to ask him. Nobody else would know."

"I'm not asking anymore. Tell me if you want, or don't."

Zhong Wanxiu smiled when she saw her pouting lips. The pretty and charming girl was a bit spoiled when she was angry.

However, the affection expressed in her words could not be hidden.

The man didn't come down for lunch. The maid went to call him and said he was still busy and that we shouldn't wait for him and should eat first.

Zhong Wanxiu was too used to it; they were all like that. When they got busy, they didn't have time. "I won't wait for him."

Sitting at the dining table, Xu Qingcheng stood up again. "I'll go call him again."

"Are you worried he'll go hungry?" Zhong Wanxiu teased.

Xu Qingcheng blushed slightly, called out "Mom" in a coquettish tone, and then ran to call for someone.

Zhong Wanxiu smiled faintly, knowing that having someone who cares for her by her side meant her life would be good.

Duan Heng was in charge of all the specific tasks at FUC. He didn't need to worry about the small details, but all decisions had to be reported to him. With the year-end approaching, there was a lot to do, and now, because Xu Qingyao was in charge of the smart city project, Shengshi Chen Rui also had to report directly to him, making the workload even heavier.

When Xu Qingcheng came in, she saw him reading emails. "Let's eat first, you can't finish your work."

Fu Jingting hummed in agreement. "I'll reply to a few emails. You guys go eat first."

Xu Qingcheng stood by the desk and saw the report email displayed on her computer, with the FUC logo font in the upper left corner.

"Then I'll go with you."

"..."

Fu Jingting looked up at her, then reluctantly put down his work. "Let's eat first."

Xu Qingcheng laughed, took his arm, and looked up at him. "Mr. Fu, can I ask you a question?"

Fu Jingting glanced at her.

Xu Qingcheng scoffed, "It's not that, it's another issue."

In the morning, because she couldn't remember when she had met him, she wanted him to tell her. But this man, who was usually full of flirtatious talk, wouldn't say a word this time, leaving her to figure it out herself. Xu Qingcheng was so frustrated that she kept asking him all the way, but he didn't reveal a single word.

"What does your FUC name mean?" Xu Qingcheng asked him, her eyebrows curving into a smile.

Seeing that she clearly knew but still wanted to ask him, Fu Jingting reached out and flicked her forehead. "Don't know?"

"Can't I just ask? I'm afraid I'll be presumptuous and guess wrong!" Miss Xu shook his arm. "Tell me quickly."

She herself is a designer and is very sensitive to brand interpretation, but FuC's external introductions offer no explanation; it seems to be just a simple combination of a few letters.

But just like when she added the element of F to her design work, she didn't believe that these three letters had no other explanation.

Fu Jingting pushed her forehead lightly. "I'm not telling you, guess for yourself."

"Why are you like this? I have to guess everything myself. What's the point of your mouth then?"

Xu Qingcheng's eyes darted around, and she grinned, "Fu Jingting, you get embarrassed sometimes too?"

The man clicked his tongue and stopped. "FU means Fu, and C is the first letter of Conqueror."

He smiled and looked at her. "Miss Xu doesn't think that 'FU' means 'Fu' and 'C' means 'Cheng' for Xu Qingcheng, does she?"

Xu Qingcheng froze for half a second, then suddenly kicked him in the shin. "You're so annoying. Get out of my way. You can skip your meal and go to work. You might as well starve to death."

Ms. Xu pushed him away and went downstairs.

Fu Jingting chuckled and followed her downstairs.

Zhong Wanxiu and her husband were already seated at the dining table. Xu Yuan also sat down and greeted her mother, "Mom, Auntie made your favorite dishes."

Zhong Wanxiu looked at the man who followed Xu Qingcheng down and said, "Your wife has to go and invite you to come down."

Fu Jingting sat down next to Xu Qingcheng. The woman glared at him and said, "Sit next to Xu Yuan and take care of her while she eats."

Fu Jingting silently obeyed the order and changed seats.

When he was getting something, she tapped his arm with her chopsticks; in short, she didn't give him a friendly look.

When Xu Qingcheng dropped her chopsticks on the floor and took them to the kitchen to wash, Zhong Wanxiu couldn't help but ask, "Did you make your wife angry?"

The man chuckled, "Just teasing her."

Well, that's just how the young couple is feeling.

Fu Pinghui glanced at him and said, "Know when to quit while you're ahead, or you'll be in big trouble if things get out of hand."

"Dad, is this based on your experience?"

Zhong Wanxiu glared at her, "I'm talking to you, don't start a fight."

On the way back, Mrs. Fu was only interested in playing with Qinghan and Ruchu, and didn't say a word to him.

When I got home, I ignored him.

Although it's just one letter, she thinks it's pretty cool to use the meaning of conqueror.

However, her self-esteem suffered a slight blow.

And couldn't he just come over and comfort her?

Hum ╭(╯^╰)╮

Mr. Fu still had unfinished work, so by the time he finished, Xu Qingcheng had already put Xu Yuan to sleep.

He went over and asked, "Are they all asleep?"

Xu Qingcheng rolled her eyes at him and ignored him.

"Are you still angry? Getting angry ages you faster."

"Who's angry? No one."

Xu Qingcheng pushed him away, "Don't stand here in my way, I'm going to sleep."

Fu Jingting was half a step behind when she shut him out of the bedroom. "I don't want to sleep with you tonight. Go find somewhere else to sleep."

"..."

Dad's right, we should know when to stop.

Fu Jingting touched his nose. "Are you really angry?"

No one answered from inside.

"Where will I sleep tonight?"

"Whatever you want, no one will mind if you sleep on the stairs."

Fu Jingting, "..."

"Honey, open the door, let's talk this out."

"I have nothing to say." I told you to speak before, but you wouldn't. And when you finally did, it just made me furious.

"Open the door, and I'll explain it to you."

"You wouldn't explain when I asked you to, and now I'm not listening!" Miss Xu argued back, arms crossed, leaning against the door.

The man clicked his tongue in annoyance, "Well, you still expect me to bring a blanket, don't you?"

Xu Qingcheng thought about it and agreed. She went to the bed, grabbed the blanket, opened the door, and shoved it into his arms. She reached out to close the door, but couldn't manage to.

Having finally gotten her to open the door, how could he let her close it again? The man was prepared; he shamelessly squeezed in, reached out and hugged her through the blankets, and then slammed the door shut behind him.

"Wife, I was wrong."

Without saying a word, apologize first.

Fu Jingting reached out and placed the blanket she was holding onto the bed. Seeing that she still had a stern face, he smiled and said, "Are you still angry? I was just teasing you."

He placed his hands on her shoulders, making her look at him, and solemnly said, "FU is the Fu of Fu Jingting. C is the Cheng of Xu Qingcheng."

"I don't believe you now," Xu Qingcheng pouted, suddenly feeling wronged. "Back then, I practically begged you for your affections, and you wouldn't even give me a kind look, yet you wanted me to be your lover. Don't try to fool me with sweet words now; I know you must have hated me back then. You even said my love was worthless."

Speaking of this, I can't help but recall how she confessed her love to him so solemnly, but he said her love was worthless.

Even now, she doesn't deny that he loves her, but the thought still hurts her.

Fu Jingting sighed. It was just something he was teasing her about, why did she take it so seriously?

"How come it's worthless? Who said that? Slap him!" The man grabbed her hand and slapped it against his own face.

Xu Qingcheng quickly withdrew her hand, reluctant to actually hit him. "Are you crazy? You don't hit people in the face."

Fu Jingting chuckled softly and reached out to pull the other person close. "Baby, are you feeling sorry for me?"

"If someone doesn't care about you, don't try to make yourself look good."

The man held her tightly, and Miss Xu symbolically twisted a few times in his arms before remaining still and letting him hold her.

"I was just kidding you," Fu Jingting sighed. "Back then, when we started over, I used my surname and your first name."

It didn't need to have any special meaning; he just didn't want to completely sever ties with her, even though at that time he genuinely believed she didn't love him.

My heart is torn open with countless wounds, yet I don't want to truly let her go.

"I don't want to force you, but I can't let you go." Fu Jingting pressed his forehead against hers and suddenly laughed, "So being shameless does work, it can get you a wife."

Xu Qingcheng chuckled, finally losing her composure. "Ugh, you're so shameless!"

"You're not angry anymore?"

"I wasn't that angry to begin with. I actually think your explanation was quite good, very assertive."

Xu Qingcheng looked at him, "But when I'm angry, you don't even know how to coax me."

Then they piled up and caught fire.

"Is it really necessary?"

"Why wouldn't it be like that?" Xu Qingcheng snorted, then suddenly looked up at him and asked, "Don't you find me annoying, so dramatic and prone to throwing tantrums for no reason?"

"Oh, Mrs. Fu has a very deep understanding of herself."

Xu Qingcheng punched him lightly with her small fist. "I'm asking you a serious question."

"The proper answer is..."

The man paused, then smiled. "No. It wasn't easy finding you. It wasn't easy catching you."

I will never let go in this lifetime.

Miss Xu tilted her head, smiling at him, "Mr. Fu, aren't you going to tell me? It's our first meeting?"

Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, I accidentally found these things this afternoon."

Xu Qingcheng pulled him to the study and pulled out a stack of sketch papers hidden in the drawer.

A sketch of a woman.

Each one is similar yet different.

But the person in the painting is becoming more and more like her.

Xu Qingcheng looked at the date on the painting and said, "Mr. Fu, please explain."

"You managed to find this too?" Fu Jingting picked up the painting and compared it to the side of her face.

Finally, the person in the painting appeared beside him.

Fu Jingting placed the painting in his hand on the desk.

"We will visit Mr. and Mrs. Rong after the Spring Festival."

"Yes, it was agreed upon a long time ago." They were the couple who sent Qinghan to the orphanage. Because of them, Qinghan was spared the suffering of being abandoned and left unattended.

"Now that the visit is over, come with me to Manhattan. There's a nice bar there."

Xu Qingcheng looked at him, then suddenly grabbed his hand and pressed it to her mouth.

The man's large hand covered her mouth, obscuring most of her face.

Xu Qingcheng let out a short "ah," her heart pounding with excitement as distant scenes flashed through her mind.

"Don't make a sound."

A deep male voice sounded in my ear, and a strong smell of blood filled my nostrils.

The man's hands, not dry but sticky, stimulated her senses.

In the sliver of vision illuminated by the bar's dim yellow lights, the man in front of me had a tense expression, with blood smeared on his forehead.

The man was breathing heavily as he pressed her down in a secluded corner and covered her mouth.

The noise and commotion outside reached my ears, accompanied by the sounds of breaking and crashing objects and the banging of gunfire.

Xu Qingcheng was so frightened she could barely stand.

I made plans to visit Ye Tinghong. Her auditing classes at Columbia University are almost over, and he said he would spend a few days with her before letting her go back to her own school.

But she was late because her father had a long video call with her, which made her late.

But after she came in, she was dragged into a fight.

Xu Qingcheng looked at the man in front of her, who had the same yellow skin as her, and obediently nodded, asking him to let go.

He pressed his body directly onto her. Xu Qingcheng tried to push him away, but she pressed on something and heard him hiss in pain, the kind of pain that comes from gritting his teeth.

She hurriedly withdrew her hand, her palm covered in blood. Her mind went blank, and her face turned deathly pale.

Everything is great here, except that the freedom to use firearms has led to too many murders.

Fu Jingting was also frustrated. He went out for a drink and encountered troublemakers who, without any regard for consequences, started using knives and guns.

The girl stared at him with her dark eyes, which shimmered with a watery light, and she was terrified.

Fu Jingting covered her eyes with one hand, leaving messy bloodstains on her eyelids, nose, and face.

They're so pitiful.

He was somewhat reluctant to use her as a shield.

The man wiped her face with his elbow and the clothes on his hand. "Close your eyes, squat down, and go out later. It'll be fine in a little while."

He crouched down to leave, but she grabbed his hem. Fu Jingting turned around, and there was a commotion outside. People were passing by them, and if he took a step forward, he would bump into them.

"..."

He turned to look at her, and the girl quickly released her grip on his clothes.

Fu Jingting didn't have time to waste. He reached out and tugged at another school badge on her clothes. "A Columbia student?"

Xu Qingcheng neither nodded nor shook her head.

But Fu Jingting didn't expect that the Columbia University student he thought he knew wouldn't be there at all.

……

After the Spring Festival.

Returning to familiar places.

So many years have passed, and the bar's decor has changed.

They went inside, walked around, and came out without even ordering a drink.

Xu Qingcheng looked at the neon lights of the bar, then at the man beside her, "So, how long have you been looking for me?"

Fu Jingting clicked his tongue, "Found the irritability."

The key issue is that he couldn't even completely capture her appearance in a drawing.

"I was just auditing classes at Columbia. You definitely wouldn't find me there; I went back to my school." Xu Qingcheng laughed. "So when did you find out it was me?"

"After returning to China, I went to find Xiaobai and saw you with Ye Tinghong."

"and then?"

"That's all." Fu Jingting said irritably.

She has a boyfriend, and he has never harbored any thoughts of sabotage due to his own greed.

Or perhaps... he wasn't given the chance to cause trouble.

They just collapsed.

Song Xingzhi asked him, "Does Xu Qingcheng know? She wants to meet you. Would you like to?"

Fu Jingting squinted at Song Xingzhi for a long time, then saw Song Xingzhi immediately curse, "I'm not interested in men!"

"Go to hell!" Fu Jingting cursed.

"See you. Why not see you?" At that moment, Young Master Fu raised an eyebrow, feigning complete disdain.

But he secretly rejoiced as he watched her walk towards him step by step.

Walk into his trap.

She walked forward, and he walked beside her, taking her hand in his.

Xu Qingcheng glanced at him sideways, a slight smile playing on her lips.

The most beautiful thing is when you naturally take my hand in a crowded place.

"Fu Jingting, do you know when I started to faint at the sight of blood?"

"Um?"

"In a bar, I was kidnapped by a man who smeared my face with blood. I went back and fell seriously ill, and ever since then I've been fainting at the sight of blood."

"..."

(Finish)

The main story of Fu Jingting and Xu Qingcheng has ended. We look forward to the epilogue.