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

Tang Jinchao saw him staring at his phone and said, "Something wrong? If you have something to do, go ahead and do it. Just get this document signed."

"It's nothing." Fu Jingting took the document and signed it directly.

"This Xu Qingcheng is no simpleton; she actually invested 15% of the acquisition amount in me." Tang Jinchao put away the documents and looked thoughtfully at Fu Jingting. "I wonder which expert gave her this advice."

"How do you know it wasn't her own idea?" Fu Jingting asked, holding up his wine glass.

"That's possible. In that case, even without Ye Chengnian's share buyback, her old guard wouldn't have any objections. I can still bring her tenfold growth in three years, which is a win-win situation." Tang Jinchao smiled, then added, "However, after working with you for so many years, I'm all too familiar with this method."

Fu Jingting remained silent.

Tang Jinchao clicked his tongue twice.

They don't answer the phone or reply to messages.

Are you so busy that you're deliberately ignoring her?!

Miss Xu sat cross-legged on the sofa, her eyes darting around.

Finally, she reached out and picked up the lingerie that Song Chang had bought for her.

It unfolded before my eyes, and steam rose from my face.

She stared at it for a long time, then, after much agonizing thought, she went to her room to change.

Fu Jingting was taken aback when he saw the photo.

"What's wrong?" Tang Jinchao looked over, and the man flipped his phone screen onto the table.

"It's nothing."

Fu Jingting stood up. "I have to go."

Tang Jinchao, "..." He hadn't said nothing was wrong; he had just called Song Xingzhi to ask him out for drinks.

There's a little enchantress in my phone, dressed in seductive and sexy clothes, striking alluring poses, asking me, "Do I look good?"

Once inside the car, Fu Jingting reached for the buttons on his shirt collar. He called her, his voice flaring with anger, "Where are you?"

Pshaw! What a jerk!

If you're so capable, then don't call me back.

Xu Qingcheng giggled, "I'm not in Ancheng. I'm on a business trip in a neighboring city."

Fu Jingting chuckled. If Fu Sichen hadn't posted their photos before and mocked him for being cuckolded, he would have actually believed her.

"What a coincidence. And you even brought sexy lingerie on your business trip, who are you planning to wear it for?"

"I'm wearing it for you to see. Didn't I take pictures of you?" Xu Qingcheng's voice was sweet and soft, making one's blood boil. "I bought it as soon as I saw it. Do you like it? If you do, I'll wear it for you when I get back."

Hold.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Fu Jingting felt his breath was hot, and he asked, "What are you planning? Tell me."

Wow, this man is really savvy.

Miss Xu pleaded sweetly, "I'll treat you to dinner. You can choose the time and place. You can be my boyfriend for an hour, just like in a play. You won't lose anything."

Fu Jingting's eyes were deep and his voice was low and husky, "I'll give you one hour. Get to Jingshan No. 1 wearing this outfit. If you're late, then there's no point in talking."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Jingting turned his head and saw his indistinct face reflected in the tinted car window. He closed his eyes briefly and chuckled softly.

He really does look like he's been blinded by lust.

Xu Qingcheng stared at the disconnected phone, furious. Hadn't she said she wasn't in Ancheng?

Is there something wrong with his ears?!

Wearing this...?

What kind of junk did Song Chang buy?!

And she just took a picture of herself wearing this?!

Xu Qingcheng hurriedly took out her phone, looked at the photo, and then closed her eyes tightly.

What on earth happened to her?! She actually sent him photos of such explicit content.

Once it's out of her reach, she doesn't want to live anymore.

Ms. Xu hesitated for a while, but still drove off.

She wore black leggings and a sweater, with a mid-length coat over them.

Her clothes were quite conventional; in fact, to hide her shyness, she didn't dare wear a skirt and went straight for pants.

but……

The tight-fitting black pants clung to her body, and Ms. Xu had a strange feeling that she wanted to slap herself with every step she took; she must have lost her mind.

Xu Qingcheng was carrying a bag, her face flushed, seemingly annoyed about something, but her radiant beauty was irresistible.

Fu Jingting had just arrived; he was dealing with serious business with Tang Jinzhao tonight, not just drinking.

He drove halfway across Ancheng back, with the car window half-open the whole way. The cold wind howled in, but it seemed unable to extinguish the heat rising from his bones.

His mind was filled with her alluring image; clearly, Fu Jingting had to admit that he had been bewitched by this little vixen.

He pulled her into his arms, lifting her chin with his fingers. "You're wearing them?"

"..."

Xu Qingcheng's face flushed instantly. She coughed lightly to cover her unease, then turned her head and handed him the bag in her hand. "Try it."

The man didn't answer, but just smiled at her with a flirtatious look.

Xu Qingcheng suddenly felt a little embarrassed. "You don't want it? Fine, forget it. You said the clothes were snagged and you made me pay for them. Do you think I wanted to buy them?"

She casually tossed the bag in her hand onto the sofa and moved away from him.

Fu Jingting remembered what she had said about how he had scratched his arm and torn his clothes at the hospital.

He took the clothes out of the bag with one hand.

I glanced at the size.

That's his number.

The man rubbed his nose with his finger and suddenly felt quite pleased with himself.

He stretched out his arm and put it on right in front of her. This man was a perfect clothes hanger; it wasn't the clothes that made him look good, but the man who made the clothes look good.

He shrugged his shoulders and reached down to adjust his collar, a gesture that inexplicably made him look incredibly handsome.

Xu Qingcheng almost subconsciously reached out to straighten his collar, grabbed his shirt and tugged at it to check his weight.

A fitted trench coat would be just right.

She stood in front of him, her eyes carefully examining whether the clothes fit, which made Fu Jingting fall silent for a moment.

"It's alright." She smiled and looked up, only to meet the man's gaze.

The gaze was dark and deep, filled with inquiry and judgment. It made Xu Qingcheng's heart skip a beat and she was instantly awakened.

Her current state is somewhat inappropriate.

The hand that was gripping his collar suddenly let go. She put her hands behind her back, took a step back, and smiled seductively with a smirk at the corner of her eye. "Young Master Fu, I wonder how many girls' hearts you're going to steal with this look."

The man scoffed, took off his clothes, and placed them on the back of the sofa. "Not bad taste."

This is satisfactory.

Xu Qingcheng glanced at the trench coat he had casually placed on the sofa, but after just one look, she moved it away.

She cursed herself inwardly for being so crazy as to buy him clothes.

Are you crazy?

He must be crazy.