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

Xu Qingcheng's attempt to turn around and go back to her room was stopped by his laughter.

She asked, "Why are you here at this time?"

Fu Jingting didn't answer. He took off his coat, loosened his tie buckle, and walked towards her while unbuttoning his shirt collar.

When the man stood in front of her, he looked quite comfortable. He stood beside her and very consciously drank the water she had poured for him.

"Why aren't you dodging anymore?"

"Hiding?" Xu Qingcheng feigned ignorance. "Where have I been hiding? I've been here the whole time."

Fu Jingting looked up at her with a half-smile, as if to say, "You don't need to deny it, I understand."

Xu Qingcheng scoffed, snatched the cup from his hand, filled it with water, drank it, and then turned around, saying, "Goodnight."

Her wrist was grabbed and pulled back. The man turned to the side, trapping her between himself and the water platform. "Why are you running?"

He spoke in a somewhat lazy and casual manner, unlike his usual capable demeanor. He was like a carefree young master who frequented a garden of beauties, carrying a pot of wine and seducing girls into depravity.

The smell of alcohol emanating from him filled the room as soon as he entered, and now that we're closer, the smell is even stronger.

Xu Qingcheng frowned slightly and tentatively asked him, "Have you been drinking? Drunk?"

"It's alright. Not too much, not too little either." As he spoke, his breath burst forth, filling the air with a rich and intoxicating aroma.

Xu Qingcheng felt that he must have drunk too much. Drinking too much doesn't necessarily mean being so drunk that you're unconscious or vomiting. He was clear-headed and walking normally, but that still meant he had drunk too much, at least more than his usual amount.

Some social obligations are beyond one's control. When it comes to alcohol, a slight buzz is best; you only know how unpleasant it is to drink too much. Perhaps because she empathized with him, her voice softened, "Judging from your condition, I know you've had quite a bit to drink. Let me make you a cup of honey water to help you sober up."

She gently pushed him away, intending to make him some honey water, but the man didn't budge. He lowered his hands to her waist, pulling her into his embrace. "What am I like?"

His eyes were deep, and the alcohol made the vast ocean seem to be dotted with countless stars, swaying and sparkling, all of which were captivating.

This was the first time Xu Qingcheng's heart had raced because of a man; he was a devil.

"You shameless rascal." She glanced at him sideways, then nudged him. "Do you want some honey water? If not, I won't make it for you."

Fu Jingting smiled, reached out and lifted her chin. Their eyes met, and her face flushed slightly, as if she were three parts drunk even without drinking.

He leaned down to kiss her lips, his kisses soft and lingering, unhurried and tender. "Is honey as sweet as you?"

Xu Qingcheng's eyes felt hot; this bastard man was an absolute master at flirting.

His mouth was filled with the taste of alcohol and the refreshing sweetness of mints, as if he wanted to get her drunk too.

She was panting from his movements, her body limp as she leaned against him, it was hard to tell who was drunk.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and, moved by his emotions, returned his kiss, gently biting his Adam's apple with her teeth. Refusing to be merely passively infatuated, she pulled him down with her.

The fire burned brighter and brighter as they went back and forth.

His breathing was a little heavy, but he still poked at the bandage on her shoulder. "Does it still hurt here?"

Xu Qingcheng's eyes flickered, giving him a look that was both reproachful and coquettish. Her lips, stained red by his, brushed against his ear as she asked sweetly, "Do you need it?"

Her words ignited a fire within him, and his eyes, which had been barely restrained, seemed to surge with turbulent waves.

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her straight to the bathroom.

The large mirror reflected their images clearly. He whispered in her ear, "What were you thinking back then?"

"Why do I feel different?" Xu Qingcheng's face flushed. She tried to avoid him, but couldn't escape his teasing, so she simply replied.

"So, which one is more comfortable?" The man laughed, his low, deep laughter reaching her ears and her heart, making Xu Qingcheng feel both shy and embarrassed.

She was annoyed, "Fu Jingting, how can you be so annoying!"

Her shy and annoyed expression was truly beautiful, full of coquettish charm, making one want to tease her.

……

When Fu Jingting woke up, he was surprised to see the time. It was rare for him to sleep so soundly, perhaps because of the alcohol.

It was already light, and I didn't have much work scheduled for the weekend, so I wasn't in a hurry.

He turned his head to look at the woman sleeping soundly, her face flushed. A stubborn, thorny rose, forever sharp and beautiful.

Fu Jingting recalled how she had transformed into a bewitching enchantress last night, sitting on his lap like a haughty queen. "Fu Jingting, let me tell you, it's not that I, Xu Qingcheng, can't get married, it's just a matter of whether I want to or not."

As she spoke, she hooked his chin, her eyes alluring, "I'm warning you, don't curse me to never get married, or I'll come after you."

As she spoke, she bent her waist downwards, almost driving him crazy.

He suddenly smiled, and with his fingers tucked a strand of hair behind her face to one side. "Then let's see if you have the guts."

……

Xu Qingcheng woke up when Fu Jingting's phone rang, but she was too lazy to move. She felt that Fu Jingting had corrupted her, and she was now acting shamelessly.

It started with a bit of stubbornness in his heart, but in the end he found himself completely trapped. In any case, he was the one who got the most pleasure.

Although she didn't exactly suffer a loss, Ms. Xu still felt somewhat cheated.

The man came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel around his lower body. Xu Qingcheng barely opened her eyes, her face flushed, and she quickly closed them again.

The call was from home.

Fu Jingting answered the phone, his tone very respectful, "Uncle."

Xu Qingcheng automatically flipped through the list of personnel in her mind. Fu Minghui was considered the fourth-generation successor of the Fu family, but his health had not been good in the past two years. She heard that he had been hospitalized and had been rescued twice.

However, the handover within the Fu family has not yet been officially announced. Even though Fu Jingting holds the title of CEO, he is at most regarded as a promising figure. In other words, his uncle is currently the core figure within the Fu family.

Xu Qingcheng suddenly became very interested in knowing what it was like to see Fu Jingting get a severe scolding, so she pricked up her ears with great interest.

"What's the truth behind the reports? I asked your father before, and he said you were just putting on an act. How can you let the media spread such nonsense?" Fu Minghui's tone was authoritative.

Fu Jingting gave a slight smirk. "I know. Wenhan's methods are too extreme. The media is short-sighted; if something doesn't distract them, all the blame will fall on the Ye family."

He spoke in an tone that suggested he was completely thinking of them, but Xu Qingcheng inwardly scoffed. He was quite adept at lying through his teeth.

Fu Minghui was silent for a moment, then said, "Have the news removed. Be more careful with this kind of information in the future. Not just anyone can enter the Fu family. You should also be careful; since it's just a casual affair, don't put it on the table. Unless you really want to marry her."

Fu Minghui was testing the waters with him, and Fu Jingting chuckled, "Marry her? How could that be? It's just a fling."