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

She's been to several drinking parties since noon today. She doesn't drink much at each one, but she drinks a little at each one—two or three glasses, or even three or four glasses. A woman can be a little coquettish and switch to red wine, so she doesn't drink so much baijiu that she gets a stomach perforation.

Even so, red wine has a strong aftereffect.

Even if Xu Qingcheng's mind was clear, her body couldn't hold on any longer.

She came out of the private room and didn't even make it to the restroom; Xu Qingcheng ran towards the fire escape.

The stairwell was quiet and deserted.

Xu Qingcheng lifted the lid of the trash can and vomited violently.

I've finished vomiting.

I vomited until tears came out.

This fucking life.

Xu Qingcheng wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers, then suddenly kicked the trash can hard. "Damn it! Fu Jingting, that bastard."

Fu Jingting, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, leaned his elbow lightly against the railing as he watched the one-man show that had suddenly appeared before him.

Upon suddenly hearing his own name, his eyebrows rose.

But in the memory frozen in her eyes, the deepest image is of her looking up and wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Xu Qingcheng opened her handbag and took out wet wipes. She wiped her mouth and hands.

She then took the makeup mirror and carefully touched up her makeup.

He forced a standard business smile and looked at himself in the mirror.

perfect.

But... in the mirror...

Xu Qingcheng wiped the surface of the makeup mirror with her fingers, then rotated the mirror a little to the right, and then a little more.

The man's face was fully reflected in the mirror.

Xu Qingcheng suddenly turned her head away.

Fu Jingting had already stood up straight. He flicked the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the stairs, opened the door, and left.

Xu Qingcheng was stunned for a second.

The body reacts before the brain, and chases after it.

"Young Master Fu."

She shouted, but the man ignored her.

Xu Qingcheng rushed over, grabbed Fu Jingting's sleeve, and smiled shamelessly, "Young Master Fu, do you have a moment? Say something."

"I'm busy." The man looked at her, his face expressionless, calm, and icy.

The refusal was swift and decisive.

"How could I not have time? Just one minute," Xu Qingcheng said shamelessly.

Fu Jingting pulled the sleeve she was holding back, stepped forward, and pushed open the door to a private room.

If you were to ask what Xu Qingcheng has been practicing the most lately, it would be her face.

After being rejected so many times, I became numb, and the sense of shame no longer bothered to surface.

It would be difficult to negotiate once he went inside, and Xu Qingcheng didn't want to let this opportunity slip by.

Fu Jingting had already pushed open a door when something suddenly lunged at his side. He instinctively dodged to the side and was immediately embraced by Xu Qingcheng.

He was thrown backward by the door panel behind him with a loud thud.

The door handle rested securely and tightly on Fu Jingting's waist.

Fu Jingting cursed under his breath, "Damn it!"

This woman is going to ruin one of his kidneys.

Uh……

He looked like he was in a lot of pain.

Where did it hit?

Xu Qingcheng felt a little guilty.

My eyes darted toward his crotch.

When Fu Jingting saw the look in her eyes, he wanted to gouge her eyes out.

"Where are you looking? I fucking bumped my back." Fu Jingting lowered his voice and gritted his teeth.

Xu Qingcheng's face twitched slightly. She quickly straightened up and sincerely apologized, "I didn't mean to, the carpet just caught my heel..."

She spoke as she backed away.

In high-end hotels, the doors to private rooms are made with heavy materials for soundproofing.

Another door was pushed open, hit the wall, bounced back, and she was pushed backward.

Fu Jingting's forehead twitched, and he reached out to pull her head into his arms.

Xu Qingcheng, "..." What's going on?!

The door slammed past Xu Qingcheng's head with a whoosh.

He had already pressed her against his chest.

It has a very faint tobacco flavor.

Xu Qingcheng turned back to look, still feeling lingering fear.

"……Thanks."

Fu Jingting pushed her away and stood up straight.

Xu Qingcheng saw him put his hand behind him for support, and reached out to touch his waist. "Did you bump into something?"

The moment her hand reached out, the man's fingers pinched her wrist, blocking it from her hand.

The man glanced at her, clearly drawing a line between them.

Fu Jingting is a petty person. She dared to scheme against him, so he'll let her taste what absolute power is like.

It seems that the Ye family's suppression of her hasn't taught Xu Qingcheng a lesson.

They tried to scheme against him.

Fu Jingting wouldn't be able to get over her until he'd really gotten to her.

Xu Qingcheng readily withdrew her hand, showing no embarrassment, and got down to business, "Young Master Fu, there might be a misunderstanding between us..."

"Jingting." Someone called out to him, interrupting Xu Qingcheng.

Then he asked, "And who is this lady?"

Xu Qingcheng turned her face away and realized that all twenty-odd people in the room were staring at them.

The person who called him was a very beautiful woman.

"Older" refers to someone who is older.

She was gentle and graceful, like a little bird nestled in the air, wearing a white cheongsam with gold embroidery, looking dignified and elegant.

It's impossible to determine their exact age.

Facial features, especially those eyes.

She looks a lot like Fu Jingting.

Xu Qingcheng quickly looked over and saw a sprightly old man sitting in the main seat in the middle, with an old lady next to him.

The two were dressed in very festive attire.

Zhongshan suit and dark red cheongsam.

Those present all shared some similar facial features, especially the men in their forties and fifties.

Family dinner.

Xu Qingcheng suddenly understood.

No wonder he can still go out and smoke by himself in a proper manner.

In front of these elders, Fu Jingting really didn't need to act like a subservient grandson. He *was* the grandson.

Xu Qingcheng felt a strange sense of schadenfreude.

Fu Jingting glanced at her, his eyebrows furrowing in a strange way. "Miss Xu, I have no interest in Shengshi's businesses."

After he finished speaking, he closed the two doors in the middle.

Xu Qingcheng took a step back, and the door closed right in front of her.

Fu Jingting sat down in the empty seat next to the woman. The man diagonally opposite him looked at him and said, "When you're out there doing business, you need to behave properly. I've heard a lot of rumors lately..."

Fu Jingting clicked his tongue. He'd been caught by his old man, so he was bound to have his ears rubbed off.

"Alright, second brother, today is Mom and Dad's golden wedding anniversary. Jingting, you can go back and give them another talking-to." His words were cut off by Fu Jingting's uncle, who escaped a potential disaster.

The topic changed, and Zhong Wanxiu leaned closer to Fu Jingting, reaching out to press on his waist, "Did you hurt yourself?"

"fine."

She gently pressed his lower back with her hand, and Fu Jingting couldn't help but tease her, "Don't touch a man's waist so casually."

Zhong Wanxiu slapped him across the face, "You brat!"

Depend on!

The slap was so hard that Fu Jingting couldn't help but hiss, "Mom, go easy on me."

Zhong Wanxiu glared at him and asked in a low voice, "Was that Xu Shengchang's child just now?"

"Um."

"The one who's engaged to Ye Tinghong?"

"Um."

"Are you two very familiar with each other?"

"Not familiar with them."

Are you not familiar with each other?

Zhong Wanxiu glanced at the back of his hand; there was a scratch on it, and it was bleeding.

The door slammed back, and he blocked it, the metal lock cylinder sliding past.

Why be so kind to people you don't know well?

Zhong Wanxiu glanced at him and said, "This Miss Xu is quite beautiful, but her reputation isn't very good."

Fu Jingting turned to look at her, a half-smile on his face, "Mom, when did you become so gossipy?"