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

Song Chang then noticed the lunchbox he had just placed on the cabinet by the door. The words "Silver Bay Hotel" were printed on the outer packaging, and there was a "Y" next to the logo, indicating that it was the chef's work. This treatment was too luxurious; it was practically extravagant.

The popularity of the Silver Bay Hotel goes without saying. Reservations must be made at least two weeks in advance, regardless of whether you are a high-ranking official or a member of the elite. Even then, you are not guaranteed to receive personal service from the head chef, as the owner, Mr. Yu, only serves three tables a day, randomly selected from the daily reservations.

Fu Jingting is...

Song Chang was suddenly fed a full dose of dog food that didn't quite look like dog food.

Wait, that's not right.

What do you mean by only buying things for yourself?!

When Ms. Song confirmed that Fu Jingting had indeed only ordered one serving, and that he really only ordered one serving, she felt like she had been hit with a thousand blows.

As the saying goes, comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable.

Song Chang drifted away, afraid that this kind of differential treatment would cause her cardiovascular and cerebrovascular blockage.

Fu Jingting didn't specifically ask for only one serving; it was Yu Shinan who was only willing to make one serving.

She injured her left collarbone, but her right arm was still quite flexible. As she drank the pearl eight-treasure porridge, her stomach felt warm, and her heart felt a little warm as well.

Miss Xu glanced at him sideways. "Are you very familiar with Yu Shinan?"

"We're not close. He owes me money."

Xu Qingcheng, "..." Okay. This relationship is really strong.

She hasn't eaten anything since yesterday because she's in so much pain that she can't feel hunger anymore.

She ate quite a bit, and it was delicious, but she couldn't tell if it was because she was too hungry or because the cooking was really good.

Just having him stare at her while she ate made Xu Qingcheng feel a little indigestion. "Do you want some?"

Xu Qingcheng asked.

Perhaps it was because I was used to seeing her, with her fashionable clothes, exquisite makeup, and perfect movements, that even in the most intimate moments, this woman's every smile and frown was enough to bewitch everyone. Even when she was on the verge of collapse, she was still the most beautiful enchantress.

But at this moment, she was wearing a loose pink hospital gown, which made her look very petite. She had no makeup on her face, her hair was tied back, and her eyes were big and dark. She sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, holding a lunch box in her hands.

It's very simple.

More simple and beautiful than ever before.

My heart felt completely trapped, as if it were surrounded by clumps of reeds.

He braced his arm on the hospital bed, the sleeve of his black shirt neatly pressed against his wrist, his watch perched on the edge of his wrist, his palm sinking slightly into the bed, exuding an arrogant yet silent aura.

Xu Qingcheng looked up and met his eyes.

"Is it delicious?" he asked.

The man had very dark eyes and asked the question with a serious expression.

Xu Qingcheng subconsciously replied seriously, "It's very good, both delicate and glutinous."

"You've made me want to try it too." A smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his eye. Being so close, she could see her own reflection in his eyes, as well as the light gathering in his eyes and the beautiful creases at the corners of his eyes.

It felt as if a huge rock had been thrown into the lake of her heart, crashing down with a splash. Her heart pounded wildly, and the discomfort she felt in that instant seemed to be a warning: danger was ahead, and she needed to be careful.

Xu Qingcheng hurriedly lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze. His gaze was so heavy and dark, making her heart pound rapidly. Something was wrong...

She frantically tried to remind herself, but her brain seemed to have crashed, unable to process any valuable information.

The man pinched her chin with his fingers, turning her face towards him, and his lips touched hers lightly.

His tongue traced across the corner of her mouth, absorbing all the remaining soup from her lips.

For a moment, it felt as if he had cut off her breath. She stood there in a daze, letting him taste her lightly. Her lips were itchy, and her tongue could have touched his with a single touch, but she was so startled that she pulled it back.

Fu Jingting almost laughed, and he did laugh.

Looking into her eyes.

Xu Qingcheng thought this man was really... a master of flirting.

If you want to kiss her, then kiss her. It's not fair to keep her hanging like this, making her seem like a lovesick young girl.

She glared at him, and Fu Jingting curled the corners of his mouth. He leaned back a little and said, "Indeed, soft and tender."

His voice was deliberately low and deep, like a cello striking the earlobe.

What is he commenting on?

Was it the porridge or her lips?

Xu Qingcheng's face inexplicably turned hot.

That scoundrel, he's got a real knack for flirting.

If even she's like this, how many women must have been bewitched by him? Even Ye Wenhan, just the name Fu Jingting is enough to hook her.

Xu Qingcheng was in a daze, feeling anxious and uneasy. Suddenly, she thought of Ye Wenhan, which made all her romantic feelings vanish.

Only then did she see Song Chang leaning against the door, looking at her with an ambiguous expression, and she didn't know how long he had been staring at her.

Xu Qingcheng's face, which had been coated with numerous layers of fire-retardant paint, cracked.

"I'm full, I'm not eating anymore. You can have whatever you like." Xu Qingcheng tossed the lunchbox in her hand to him.

Her blushing, feigned composure was both awkward and adorable.

Fu Jingting took the lunchbox and glanced back at it.

Understood.

This woman is strange. Sometimes she's incredibly seductive in bed, and she never blushes. But when there are other people around, she becomes completely shameless.

In Xu Qingcheng's eyes, this was perfectly reasonable. After all, matters between men and women are limited to the two of them, and he couldn't just go around gossiping about it, could he? But it's a different story when outsiders are around.

Fu Jingting casually placed the lunchbox aside and reminded her indifferently, "Ye Chengnian has many channels. Don't think that you can achieve much by using a self-inflicted injury as a pretext."

Xu Qingcheng looked up, and their eyes met briefly in the air. "I know the difference."

……

After three days of IV fluids, the unbearable pain finally subsided.

Humans are truly resilient creatures. On the first day, she was in so much pain that she wanted to bang her head against the wall. Once the pain subsided, although it didn't completely disappear, that excruciating pain suddenly seemed to be a thing of the past.

Duan Heng helped her with the discharge procedures.

It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. Being discharged from the hospital doesn't mean you're cured, but the rest is just about recuperating.

A gauze strap hangs around the neck, supporting the arm. Avoid straining the collarbone.

It's so ugly.

Xu Qingcheng put on a coat to cover her arms outside.

Song Chang packed her things, scoffing at Miss Xu's pretentious behavior, and clicked her tongue in disapproval.

Xu Qingcheng ignored her. Anyway, she had been laughed at by Song Chang quite a bit these past two days, and her cracked skin had been repaired.

Song Chang went over and pinched her cheek. "Tsk tsk, stop taking pictures, she's beautiful. Look at this soft and sweet little face, so tempting, I wish I could just tear it apart and swallow it whole."

Xu Qingcheng's face flushed slightly, and she glared at Song Chang, saying, "You're just making fun of me."

"Hey, seriously, jokes aside, Fu Jingting is actually a good candidate." Song Chang paused, "With his abilities, he can protect you."