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

Xu Qingcheng imagined their conversation.

That's roughly it.

Woman: Jingting, are you feeling unwell?

Man: It's a bit hot.

Woman: Is it just a little hot? Don't you miss me?

Man: Yes, I've been thinking about it. I feel hot all over, and seeing you makes it even harder for me to resist.

Woman: Ugh! I booked a room behind me, room number 1808. I'll wait for you, hurry up and come over!

As she was thinking, Xu Qingcheng suddenly burst out laughing. How shameless.

Perhaps it was because she was thinking too much about the erotic conversation, but she also found her mouth to be a little dry.

Since Xu Qingcheng couldn't find any water, she simply took a glass of red wine from the waiter's tray. She was quite thirsty, so she just drank it down.

Fu Jingting lowered his eyes, his throat was itchy and his body was hot. He knew exactly what was going on. If he wasn't afraid that she couldn't take it, he would have really wanted to force her to swallow it all.

When I turned my head to look, I was surprised to see her laughing heartily as if she were watching a joke.

For a moment, he had an urge to strangle her.

Just as she said, she spared no effort in scheming against him.

Fu Sichen was being nagged by Zhong Wanxiu to behave like a proper young lady and not to be so bouncing around like that.

She was getting tired of hearing it and was a little annoyed, so she simply said, "Mom, I just saw my second brother pull Sister Qingcheng into a corner and forcefully kiss her."

Zhong Wanxiu's words of scolding her were stuck in her throat, "Don't talk nonsense."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I only said that because I saw it." Fu Sichen wrinkled his nose. "Stop criticizing me for this and that. Control your son. Today we were talking about his affair with Ye Wenhan. He actually did something like this. She didn't want to, but he forced himself on her. Tsk tsk tsk, so shameless."

Zhong Wanxiu pretended to slap her mouth, her face darkening. "I told you not to talk, but you kept talking. What kind of occasion is this? Let's talk about it when we get home."

Fu Sichen stuck out his tongue. "Anyway, I'm telling the truth. Otherwise, let me confront my second brother."

Zhong Wanxiu looked around, afraid that someone with ulterior motives might overhear their words, so she glared at her and said, "Keep your voice down."

"Okay, I'll just tell you. Anyway, he's your son, so you have to keep an eye on him." Fu Sichen snorted, and seeing her second brother's smug look, she even pulled his ear.

Besides, she didn't really file a false accusation. It's his own fault for behaving improperly.

Although Fu Sichen is known for her sharp tongue and willingness to say anything, she probably wouldn't say something like this lightly. Zhong Wanxiu frowned slightly; when the family discussed Ye Wenhan's matter, he hadn't uttered a single word of objection.

He wouldn't say anything when asked, only that his family had made the decision.

What do you mean by "it's fine as long as the family decides"? It's his own marriage, and the wife he'll be living with from now on. Even if it's arranged by the elders, it doesn't deprive you of your right to object.

She talked to Fu Pinghui about the child, and Fu Pinghui only said one thing: he's grown up now and knows what to do.

Zhong Wanxiu sighed. She looked up to find Fu Jingting, but then noticed Xu Qingcheng standing not far away. Her gaze paused for a moment.

Fu Sichen followed her gaze and looked over. Oh, the fairy sister hasn't left yet.

She laughed. "Mom, would you like to meet her?"

"What?" Before Zhong Wanxiu could react, Fu Sichen had already dashed out.

"Fairy sister, let me introduce you to an auntie."

Xu Qingcheng was still in a daze when she was pulled in front of Zhong Wanxiu.

"This is Jingting's mother, Mr. Fu Pinghui's wife, Ms. Zhong. Qingcheng, please call her Aunt Zhong, just like me," Fu Sichen introduced her with a smile.

Xu Qingcheng realized what was happening and, unlike Si Chen, didn't call her "Auntie." She bowed slightly and politely extended her hand, "Hello, Madam, I am Xu Qingcheng."

A simple, confident, and respectful self-introduction.

Zhong Wanxiu shook hands with her. "I heard from Si Chen that you helped her."

"No, it was just something I did on the spur of the moment," Xu Qingcheng smiled.

Fu Jingting's mother?

She appears elegant and refined, speaks softly and gently, neither overly enthusiastic nor aloof.

It won't embarrass anyone.

Xu Qingcheng thought that they probably knew about her. In the past, all those scandals that she deliberately created were eventually suppressed by the Fu family.

The fact that I didn't embarrass her now is a result of my good manners and upbringing.

Zhong Wanxiu looked at her, "Miss Xu, your hands are hot, do you have a cold?"

Xu Qingcheng clasped her hands together. "No, it's just a little hot."

"But your face is really red." Fu Sichen looked at her, a little worried.

"I just had a few glasses of red wine, and my face is flushed." Xu Qingcheng touched her face; it was hot. Burning.

Fu Sichen naturally didn't think much of it. She kept the two of them chatting away, and Xu Qingcheng tried to say goodbye several times but couldn't get a word in edgewise.

With her fingers curled into her palm, Xu Qingcheng wanted to drink water. She felt burning up and a little dizzy.

This isn't a reaction to alcohol; something's not right.

Xu Qingcheng belatedly realized something was wrong and had a bad feeling. She turned to look at Fu Jingting.

I didn't see him.

"Mom. Dad wants you to come over; Uncle's people are here."

A familiar voice suddenly came from beside her ear. Xu Qingcheng turned around sharply, stumbled, and was supported by someone behind her waist.

The man gently touched her hand and then withdrew it. Apart from Xu Qingcheng, no one else noticed his action.

Zhong Wanxiu responded, "Didn't your uncle say he might not be able to make it back from his business trip?"

"It's not good for you to lose face if no one from the Zhong family comes to celebrate the old lady's birthday," Fu Jingting said with a smile.

Xu Qingcheng looked up at him, and apart from a slight flush on his face, she could not see anything unusual about him.

My mind was filled with countless questions.

She was drinking her own glass of wine, so there shouldn't be a problem.

Could this red wine really have such a strong aftereffect?!

But Fu Jingting's clear and cheerful appearance didn't seem to indicate that anything was wrong.

As Zhong Wanxiu was about to leave, she couldn't help but glance at Xu Qingcheng again. "Miss Xu, you should see a doctor. I think you don't look well."

Xu Qingcheng responded.

As soon as Zhong Wanxiu turned around, she lifted her skirt and ran out, her high heels making an unsteady clattering sound on the marble floor.

Fu Sichen was a little stunned. "What's wrong, Sister Qingcheng?"

Fu Jingting's eyes darkened, and he whispered something to Duan Heng beside him.

Fu Sichen only heard one sentence: "Take good care of her, make sure nothing happens to her."

She turned around to ask what she wanted to do and not get into trouble, but when she met her second brother's dark gaze, all her words were automatically silenced.

Fu Jingting, that bastard.

He must have given her his drink, though I don't know when he switched it.

Xu Qingcheng hurriedly ran outside. If she still didn't know what was wrong with her, then she had wasted all that time hanging out with Fu Jingting.

Her body felt weak and limp, and she could barely walk. She bit her tongue hard, trying to stay awake, but her head was spinning.

She felt like she had a bad cold and didn't want to walk a single step.

It's really uncomfortable.

She wanted to tear her clothes, soak in cold water, and have him hug her.