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

"I've never seen it before," Fu Jingting chuckled.

A waiter served tea and snacks in the room, and the two of them spoke in hushed tones without it seeming abrupt.

Xu Qingcheng glared at him, gesturing for him to go outside and say something.

Without waiting for his reply, she walked out first.

The cheongsam accentuates the waist and hips, creating a beautiful curve.

She wore a pair of white crystal heels, and when she walked, she swayed and wobbled, almost shaking his bones apart.

Fu Jingting rubbed his nose and followed them out.

He had just passed by when someone grabbed his collar, and the lattice of the screen blocked their view completely.

Fu Jingting chuckled. He had the illusion of being seduced by a little vixen and having a secret rendezvous with someone, especially the moment when her fingers tugged at his clothes and pulled him behind the screen. That feeling made his bones tremble.

He lowered his eyes to look at her, and Xu Qingcheng was opening the small bag in her hand.

She carried an embroidered dark green handbag over her cheongsam.

With her hair styled in a braided updo and bangs framing her forehead, she seemed to have time itself imbued her with a unique charm, like a beautiful and elegant young lady from an old alleyway, every smile and gesture exuding grace.

She took out a jewelry box and handed it to Fu Jingting. "This is a jadeite bangle of bright green, of the glassy type. It's a gift to give when we meet."

Zhao Lan's interests are related to her era and life. She likes tea, jade, cheongsams, and anything that has the flavor of age. She lives an artistic and refined life, so it is inevitable that she is also a person of refined taste.

Xu Qingcheng couldn't expect her fake boyfriend, Fu Jingting, to be perfect in every way, but she had to be polite and prepared everything she could think of.

Fu Jingting opened the box, glanced at it, and frowned.

Xu Qingcheng's powdered face flushed slightly at his frown. She lowered her eyes slightly and said, "There's a tiny flaw."

Given Fu Jingting's status, he can't afford to be petty in his actions.

However, Zhao Lan was well aware that Xu Qingcheng could not use any of the finest jewelry she owned.

Although she is financially secure now, she is in dire need of funds. Her parents are receiving the highest level of medical treatment, and she cannot skimp on Qingyao's care, fearing he might suffer in the hospital. When Shengshi's finances were particularly tight, she had no choice but to sell one of the apartments that Xu Shengchang had given her.

This kind of jewelry has always been very expensive, and once it's given away, it can't be taken back.

It wasn't a real meeting with the parents, but it still cost her a lot of money for the film. If there were even the slightest flaw, the price could be halved.

But the moment he frowned, Xu Qingcheng felt her face flush, an awkward feeling of being seen through.

She decided to ignore him and turned to walk away, but her wrist was grabbed. With a slight effort, he pulled her into his arms.

The man took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist and squeezed her tightly.

Xu Qingcheng, fearing he might do something rash, looked flustered and struggled gently, asking, "What are you doing?"

He raised an eyebrow and leaned close to her ear, quite in a frivolous manner, "Your little waist is making my eyes water, let me give you a hug and have some fun."

After he finished speaking, he released his grip.

That's insane.

Xu Qingcheng glared at him, but her face flushed slightly from his undisguised teasing.

The man stuffed the jewelry she had given him back into her bag. "I prepared a gift for our meeting, so you don't need this."

He went out first.

Xu Qingcheng walked over, and Zhao Lan glanced at her.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she blushed even before she spoke.

Even if we don't know what the two of them were talking about, it was probably just a private conversation between young people.

Zhao Lan took a sip of tea, a faint smile on her face. "This West Lake Longjing is quite good."

"Qingcheng said you like Longjing tea, so she specially asked the hotel to brew a pot," Fu Jingting said with a smile.

Zhao Lan smiled faintly, "There's no such thing as liking or disliking. When you're young, you're just being pretentious. In the end, drinking tea is just about quenching your thirst. Now, I'm fine with anything."

"That's perfect. I have some Xinyang Maojian tea and ancient tree black tea. Auntie can try some too." Fu Jingting glanced at Xu Qingcheng. "I'll have Qingcheng bring some over for you later."

Zhao Lan agreed.

Xu Qingcheng sat obediently, saying little and withdrawn, all her sharp and flamboyant thorns gone, becoming very well-behaved.

He looked at her with a smile, but she only glanced at him briefly, looking rather embarrassed.

Fu Jingting was a little unaccustomed to it. He didn't know she was acting like this in front of her parents. She was really into character.

It was a world apart from her alluring and seductive appearance, yet it still managed to make one's bones itch with desire.

Xu Qingcheng wasn't pretending, but in reality, she was sitting there calmly on the surface while her heart was churning with emotions. She was afraid of saying something wrong and giving herself away, so her mind was completely on him. She didn't have time to exchange glances with him. Besides, she felt a little embarrassed in front of her mother.

Fortunately, Fu Jingting seemed to be handling things with ease and taking good care of the children.

They were all smiles and laughter.

Her fake boyfriend was quite competent; he even peeled shrimp for her and served her food, being very attentive.

Xu Qingcheng ate the shrimp he peeled and secretly smiled, clicking her tongue inwardly. The young master of the Fu family serving her and her daughter was going a bit too far.

But I still felt a little bit of satisfaction.

The man glanced at her and noticed the smile on her lips and the furtive look in her eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Miss Xu immediately composed herself, but it was too late; he had seen right through her.

The man snorted.

He grabbed a tissue and shoved it into her mouth, saying, "You've got food all over your mouth, are you still a child?"

"..."

This person is incredibly vengeful.

He seemed to be wiping her mouth, but was that really wiping her mouth? Her lips were practically peeling.

Xu Qingcheng wanted to hide, but dared not. She wanted to curse, but dared not.

Under the table, she gave him a light kick.

Fu Jingting was taken aback, and before he could finish, she grabbed the tissue, snatched it away, and glared at him, saying, "I can do it myself."

Her voice was soft and sweet, and when she looked across the room, she felt like she was facing a sword, but... to others, it just sounded like a girl's coquettish teasing.

She was afraid that kicking with her high heels would be too hard, so she took off her shoes and kicked.

A soft, yielding foot kicked his leg. Fu Jingting coughed lightly and lowered his head to drink his tea.

The tea had a slightly bitter aroma, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He glanced at her, his eyes flashing with a hint of fire. Xu Qingcheng's throat tightened, her face flushed red, and she kicked him under the table without any hesitation.

What are you thinking about?

That scoundrel.

Miss Xu was all too familiar with that look in his eyes; it was always that shameless look he gave her when he was trying to ruin her life.

Apart from this minor incident in the middle, everything else was fine, calm and peaceful.

Xu Qingcheng hadn't expected that Fu Jingting had actually prepared a gift for their first meeting—an embroidered silk scarf, handmade with exquisite craftsmanship.

Zhao Lan liked it very much.

Xu Qingcheng was quite impressed with Fu Jingting. Zhao Lan herself was actually quite good at embroidery, though it was just for fun. But she was the best at distinguishing between fine and rough embroidery.

She thought about her bracelet, which had a slight flaw.

I feel like he's slapped me in the face.