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

But there was also a kind of inexplicable joy in my heart.

Especially when she saw Zhao Lan's genuine affection and smile, she even felt a sense of superiority, thinking, "My boyfriend's choice is pretty good."

Even if this feeling is extremely inappropriate.

Xu Qingcheng secretly gave Fu Jingting a thumbs up, then turned her head away as if nothing had happened, and said in a very affected and deliberate manner, "Mom, do you like it? I think the color is a bit dark, it would be better if it were brighter."

Seeing her like this, Fu Jingting lowered his eyes and smiled, touched by her unintentional little bit of pride.

"I think the color is just right. Do you think I'm still young?" Zhao Lan smiled and glanced at Qingcheng.

Miss Xu smiled, in a very good mood.

The guests enjoyed the meal immensely, and Zhao Lan laughed many times; the atmosphere was wonderful.

Xu Qingcheng knew that Zhao Lan was probably quite satisfied with Fu Jingting as her son-in-law.

This man is indeed attractive to both young and old.

Xu Qingcheng was a little worried, while Zhao Lan was happy, thinking that she finally had someone to rely on.

But Ye Chengnian's desire to arrange a marriage between Ye Wenhan and Fu Jingting is so strong that it seems the Fu family elders also approve of such a powerful alliance.

Although it hasn't been officially announced to the public, as long as the family approves, it's basically done.

She needed to get everything sorted out before they officially announced it to the public, so that Zhao Lan wouldn't have any other ideas.

Of course, this also includes the somewhat abnormal relationship between her and him.

Before leaving, while Qingcheng went to the restroom, Zhao Lan said, "There are many rumors about Qingcheng outside. These rumors have never stopped since she took over Shengshi."

We, as parents, failed to do a good job, and instead, she has to bear all of this.

The reason I saw you today is to say this: if you two can ever be together again, the Xu family will not let her leave with a burden. My daughter deserves to be treated well.

When Xu Qingcheng returned, she heard Zhao Lan's words and stopped in her tracks.

I finally understand what Zhao Lan meant when she said, "I want to tell him that you deserve it."

On a deeper level, Zhao Lan was removing all possible obstacles for her.

If a prosperous era is an unfillable hole, and you feel lingering fear, then you can choose not to fill it.

The Xu family is marrying off their daughter. They won't let her bring her into your family with a burden of marriage.

Tears were about to spill out, but she forced them back into her eyes.

At this moment, it seems that all the grievances I have suffered are no longer grievances.

Unfortunately, this play was ultimately just a play.

She and Fu Jingting were just the best actors; even if she made him such a promise, Fu Jingting would never marry her.

At this moment, Xu Qingcheng didn't know whether the sigh in her heart was more of disappointment or emotion.

Before Fu Jingting could reply, Xu Qingcheng pushed open the door, hooked her arm around Zhao Lan's, and said with a coquettish smile, "Mom, what are you saying? Those are all too far away."

Zhao Lan smiled. She noticed the subtle interaction between the two, but assumed Qingcheng was just embarrassed and didn't say anything more.

As she was going down the steps, Xu Qingcheng's high heels slipped and she almost fell.

Fu Jingting walked beside her, instinctively reaching out to hook his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling in public. "What are you thinking? You can trip over something while walking? Do you want to cripple yourself?!"

He frowned slightly, and his tone wasn't very pleasant, completely unlike his gentle and considerate manner at the dinner table. However, the arm around her waist was strong and firm, holding her steadily in his arms.

Xu Qingcheng rested her hand on his arm, glanced down, and muttered, "It looks like I stepped on something."

Zhao Lan glanced back, a smile playing on her lips. Words may lie, but subconscious actions do not.

The driver had already opened the car door for Zhao Lan. Before she got in, she said, "Qingcheng, let Jingting take you. After Lao Chen takes me back to the hospital, go straight home. It's getting late, don't make him run around."

Before Xu Qingcheng could react, Fu Jingting had already agreed.

The car sped away.

Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow. "Miss Xu, it seems your mother is quite satisfied with my boyfriend."

Look at how smug he is.

Miss Xu gave him a slight glare. "Yes, thank you for your excellent performance, Young Master Fu. Your acting was great; you deserve an award."

"So, what's the reward?"

This person is really something, can't they tell the difference between polite words and reality?!

Miss Xu glared at him. "A profiteer." Nobody gets up early for nothing.

Despite saying that, Miss Xu really wanted to give him a reward, a reward that would complement her absurd performance.

She braced herself on his arm, stood on tiptoe to kiss him, lightly biting his lip with her teeth, and her tongue probing in unruly directions.

The man leaned down and deepened the kiss with her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tightly into his embrace.

Her waist was so slender and soft, it felt like she had no bones when he hugged her, and he felt like he could crush her if he used his strength, yet she was also incredibly resilient.

It has to be said that Fu Jingting really liked her energy.

She's unpretentious and genuine, flexible and adaptable, and intelligent enough to avoid trouble. She's quite a pleasant person.

They went into a side room of the hotel, which wasn't a good place even though there weren't many people around. She reached out and patted his chest, whispering, "Don't, it's not good if someone sees us."

Her voice was slightly breathless, yet soft.

Fu Jingting released her and teased, "This reward is pretty good, it's intoxicating."

Xu Qingcheng glared at him, her face flushing slightly.

Her thanks seemed a bit casual and insincere.

Seeing that there was her lipstick on the corner of his mouth, she naturally reached out and wiped it off for him.

The man's eyes were fixed on her, and Xu Qingcheng realized something was wrong. She quickly withdrew her hand, saying, "You got my lipstick on."

Fu Jingting reached out and rubbed his lips.

The valet drove the car over, Fu Jingting took the keys and got in, while Xu Qingcheng sat in the passenger seat.

She casually said, "Just take me to Jinliu Bay."

Fu Jingting glanced at her. "You're quite pleased with ordering me around. Do you really think of me as your boyfriend?"

"..."

Miss Xu was speechless. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Then why don't you park on the side of the road?"

The man ignored her, but the car wasn't heading in the direction she wanted to go; he seemed to know the route very well.

Jingshan No. 1 Villa.

He brought her here; the meaning is self-evident.

Xu Qingcheng wasn't being pretentious, nor did she need to be; after all, it wasn't the first time.

We're acquaintances, aren't we?

Xu Qingcheng, wearing high heels, swayed gracefully as she walked, her fair and beautiful legs displaying exquisite lines with each step.

With her slender waist and long legs, her charm permeated every movement, every smile, and you could feel your heart being led astray.

Once inside, Fu Jingting wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. He stroked her waist a few times, then slid his hand down, saying, "Who are you trying to impress by twisting like that?"

With her in his arms, who else could she show herself to?

"You." She smiled, her elegant and refined hairstyle and makeup, her smile gentle and pure. Her playful "you" was as charming and cute as a cool breeze under the scorching sun.

Fu Jingting held the person even tighter, his breathing becoming heavier.

She was held tightly in his arms; his chest was broad and hard, and when she pressed against it, she had the illusion that his chest could protect her.

But illusions can never become reality.