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

Why did he specifically mention Ye Tinghong?

Xu Qingcheng scoffed. Expecting her to reminisce? Why doesn't she consider how they've treated her?!

She slightly lifted her beautiful eyes, rested her elbow on the armrest of the guest sofa, and said with a smile, "Isn't that all thanks to President Ye?!"

Her eyes sparkled with a smile, her tone sarcastic. After speaking, she chuckled softly to herself, "Mr. Ye, let's skip the formalities. You're busy, and so am I."

I'm petty and hold grudges. If you want a settlement, fine, as long as you meet my conditions, I'll withdraw the lawsuit without hesitation. Otherwise, forget it.

Her words were sharp and decisive, leaving no room for compromise.

Last night, the lawyer relayed Xu Qingcheng's message over the phone: Zhao Lan's depression should not be brought up again. Furthermore, she demanded that Ye Chengnian return all the shares he had taken.

Zhao Lan readily agreed to this request.

However, the equity matters were all handled in secret, and the secrecy was extremely thorough. Xu Qingcheng was so well aware of this that Ye Chengnian began to look at her in a different light.

He tapped his finger lightly on the armrest. "You want me to give it away for free? That's impossible. But I can allow you to buy it back at market price."

Xu Qingcheng chuckled, her voice full of sarcasm, "Brother Ye, it seems your little sister is worthless to you. In that case, why not stop negotiating with me? It's too much of a hassle. Letting Miss Ye in for two or three years will be over quickly. You won't lose anything."

Her voice was mocking and sarcastic, each word echoing the words he had once spoken to her.

Qingyao was still young, and only four or five years had passed since he entered the hospital.

Xu Qingcheng suppressed the fire in her heart. The things that happened and the words she spoke back then seemed as close as yesterday. Thinking about them made her head ache.

As she left the club, Xu Qingcheng closed her eyes tightly. The sunlight shone on her face, making her fair skin glow, but there was no joy on her face.

Almost as soon as she stepped out of the clubhouse, Fu Jingting received the news.

"Ye Chengnian agreed to Miss Qingcheng's request. However, he also made a request." Duan Heng paused for a moment.

Fu Jingting looked up. "What?"

"Tell Miss Qingcheng to stop bothering you."

"..." Fu Jingting closed the document in front of him. "What did she say?"

She said that was a different price.

Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow, seemingly unsurprised. He rubbed his cheek with his finger. "And then?"

"She made Ye Chengnian pay 80 million to acquire the lighting business that Shengshi and the Ye family had previously collaborated on. She promised not to harass you anymore, and..." Duan Heng cleared his throat, looking up with particularly nervous eyes, "Miss Qingcheng said she would also spare no effort to match Miss Ye and you."

He slammed the documents together.

Duan Hengpi tensed up as well.

Fu Jingting snorted coldly, "She certainly knows how to make the most of things."

Duan Heng, "..."

Miss Xu is different from other women. While other women who get involved with her become like leeches, she is quite carefree.

……

I cancelled my hotel room reservation.

After 21 days, Xu Qingcheng had the cast removed from her collarbone.

As long as you don't lift heavy objects, your basic daily life will be fine.

Song Chang took her home and, seeing how radiant she looked after recovering, couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration. "You're making me wonder if you've gone to recover from an injury or gone on vacation."

"Of course it's for recuperating. If you're envious, you should try what it's like to have a broken bone." Xu Qingcheng opened the window to ventilate the room and then packed her suitcase.

She opened the wardrobe to hang clothes, and two black trench coats suddenly caught her eye, causing Xu Qingcheng to pause slightly.

Song Chang asked her, "Are you all ready? Let's go out for dinner and shopping to cheer you up."

"Alright."

Xu Qingcheng closed the wardrobe door.

The two headed straight to the shopping mall. Song Chang's shopping desire was strong; she swiped her card like crazy. Xu Qingcheng clicked her tongue twice and asked, "What's gotten into you lately?"

"What's so exciting about it? I just want to relieve some stress by shopping." Song Chang asked Xu Qingcheng, holding up a dress in each hand, "Which one looks better?"

"The nude pink one makes you look youthful and energetic; the black one... it's too short and too revealing, are you sure you can wear it out in public?"

"This one will do." Song Chang handed the black one to the waiter and then continued browsing.

Xu Qingcheng raised an eyebrow.

Song Chang is about the same height as Xu Qingcheng, but the two have very different styles.

When Ms. Song is working, she wears a baseball cap, overalls, and a T-shirt with her hair in a ponytail. She walks briskly with a camera in hand, and if you don't look at her face, you might mistake her for a man.

When Miss Song pretended to be reserved, she dressed herself up in pink, white, and light yellow, always trying to be as ladylike as possible. In front of the Song family, she presented herself as a gentle, graceful, and demure lady.

Her features are soft and delicate, unlike Xu Qingcheng's striking beauty. When she plays a spoiled girl, she is incredibly convincing.

A sudden change of nature must be suspicious.

Song Chang tossed a set of sexy and alluring lingerie to Xu Qingcheng, saying, "This size doesn't fit me, but it should. You have big breasts, so I bought it for you."

Xu Qingcheng tore it open and glanced at it. Even as a woman, she felt like she was about to have a nosebleed. Just as she was about to say that it was okay, Song Chang grabbed her and took her to the counter to pay.

"Don't worry about it, it's my brother's card." Song Chang held a black card between two fingers and swiped it without blinking.

Xu Qingcheng stared at the card, then suddenly laughed, "Song Xingzhi has taken a liking to Qin Mingyue?"

"My family has already approved it. Whether he likes it or not doesn't matter, as long as it's suitable." For families like theirs, arranged marriages are perfectly normal.

Xu Qingcheng glanced at her and said, "It seems your brother's good news is just around the corner."

Song Chang turned around, took the packaging bag from the waiter, and handed one to Xu Qingcheng, winking at her, "Will Fu Jingting die from exhaustion seeing you dressed like this?"

"nerve!"

Xu Qingcheng chuckled and gave her a gentle push, "Stop changing the subject, what are you planning to do?"

"What else can we do?" Song Chang scratched his hair in frustration. "I'm going to buy him into bankruptcy today."

The Song family has complicated relationships; Song Chang and Song Xingzhi are not biological siblings. However, outsiders really can't interfere in such matters.

I can accompany you shopping.

In a corner of the same store, Fu Sichen clutched an incredibly cute pair of panties in her hand, then looked at the ones the two older sisters had chosen. Fu Sichen, who always prided herself on her thick skin, blushed furiously.

Her best friend nudged her arm, "Si Chen, should we...?"

"What do you want?" Fu Sichen glared back. "Do you even have a boyfriend? Who are you buying this for?"

"Yeah, right." My best friend blushed. "Ahhh, my mind is full of indescribable things. I wonder if these two girls' boyfriends are handsome or not."

"Haven't you heard of Beauty and the Beast? According to the law of conservation of energy, someone as beautiful as her must have found a fat, big-eared guy... Wait, why does that fairy-like young lady look a little familiar?!" Fu Sichen glanced over quietly, quite puzzled. Although she wasn't photographic, she had a good memory, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her before.

Fu Sichen was puzzled, but her best friend pressed on, "So, you're saying someone as pretty as you would want to find a fat, chubby guy? Sichen, you have really strange tastes."

Fu Sichen, "..." Damn it!