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

"Should we do something about it?" Duan Heng asked, reminding him, "The old man has already given his orders."

Fu Jingting was putting on his coat when he turned back and gave Duan Heng a warning look, saying irritably, "I don't care."

He put on his clothes and walked out. Duan Heng followed, and Fu Jingting took the car keys from his hand. "You don't need to come with me tonight. I'll drive myself."

Duan Heng, "..."

After Xu Qingcheng returned, she instructed the finance department to conduct a thorough self-examination, clear up some of the problems, and report any serious issues to her promptly.

These past few nights, the Shengshi office building has been brightly lit.

Xu Qingcheng would wait until they finished reporting the results of their self-inspection that day before going home. So far, the problems found were common issues in relatively small companies and did not involve serious illegal or criminal activities.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhuang Wei, relying on his family's connections, is a very dissolute person who likes to seduce young girls and engage in group sex.

Xu Qingcheng looked down on this kind of person. If it weren't for his kinship with Ye Tinghong, she would have paid him any attention out of respect for Ye Tinghong, which gave him the space to be arrogant.

Rubbish.

Xu Qingcheng felt a burning hatred every time she thought about it.

She was tricked out by Zhuang Wei, and then he started to grope her. Men are naturally strong, and he even put his hand inside her clothes. Xu Qingcheng was so angry that she wanted to castrate him.

She had been dating Ye Tinghong for so long, but he had never treated her like that before. At most, he would kiss her forehead and lips, restrained yet beautiful.

The thought of that bestial and disgusting cruelty made her want to vomit.

Mrs. Zhuang is a shrew, fierce and unreasonable. In her eyes, it's all about: you hit someone, so you have to take responsibility. You say my son bullied you, where's the evidence? You not only seduced my son, but you also turned around and accused me. Anyway, this isn't over. Not only will you be held responsible for my son's injuries, but I'll also make sure everyone in your school knows. That shameless little bitch.

The insults they used were incredibly offensive.

Because of this incident, Xu Qingcheng became a hot topic on the school forum, which emboldened some male classmates who already harbored ill intentions towards her.

During that time, Ye Tinghong accompanied her almost everywhere she went, otherwise she wouldn't dare to go anywhere alone.

Xu Qingcheng's head was throbbing just thinking about it.

This time, Zhuang Wei is in charge, and Xu Qingcheng is really afraid that he will hold a grudge over even the smallest mistake.

Xu Qingcheng locked her car and got into the elevator. She was a little tired, so she rested her head against the smooth wall of the elevator and closed her eyes briefly.

It was very late, and everyone in the neighborhood had gone home to say goodnight. Occasionally, there were a few other people like her who were returning home late at night, probably with someone waiting for them at home.

At times like these, a person can feel particularly lonely.

A few more people came in before the elevator doors closed, and Xu Qingcheng leaned back and stood in the corner.

The elevator doors closed again, and it began to ascend.

There were only two or three people in the elevator, and there was enough space. Even with her eyes closed, Xu Qingcheng could feel that someone was very close to her, so close that it seemed like they were about to stick together.

She frowned, somewhat annoyed.

She looked up and met the man's gaze.

Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to speak.

Xu Qingcheng suddenly turned her eyes away, ignoring him and not saying a word, treating him as if he were invisible.

The man wrapped his arms around her waist without hesitation, pulling her into his embrace. Their affectionate manner drew the attention of other people in the elevator. Xu Qingcheng stiffened slightly. They were neighbors, and they saw each other all the time. Although they didn't interact much on a daily basis, they would politely greet each other after seeing each other for a while.

Xu Qingcheng is currently living in Xu Shengchang and Zhao Lan's home. She sold her own house and is not living alone at the moment.

Getting entangled with a man here would be troublesome if word got out.

Xu Qingcheng pushed him, but he didn't budge.

She pinched his waist hard.

Fu Jingting hissed, but instead of pulling away, he hugged her even tighter.

Xu Qingcheng kicked him with her leg.

The elevator stopped and opened its doors. Xu Qingcheng didn't care which floor it was and just walked out.

I casually brought him out as well, and pulled him toward the emergency exit.

Her hand gripped his wrist; her fingers were fair and white, her nails painted with beautiful nail polish. There were no fancy or trendy nail tips, but her round, smooth nails looked delicate and adorable.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice echoed loudly in the quiet emergency exit.

Xu Qingcheng frowned and lowered her voice.

Fu Jingting scooped her up in his arms in one swift motion. Xu Qingcheng gasped, gripping his shoulders and exclaiming, "Fu Jingting!"

The man lifted her up and sat her on the handrail. He held her waist with both hands, and when she hugged him, he buried his face in her chest.

He suddenly chuckled softly, his hand sliding from her waist to her back, holding her tightly so that she couldn't push him away no matter how hard she tried.

This person—

Xu Qingcheng wanted to kick him, but she was already swaying precariously while sitting on the railing, so she had no strength left.

Her trench coat covered most of his face, and from the outside, all you could see was him burying his face in her chest and holding her tightly.

Xu Qingcheng bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes overflowing with charm.

Not knowing which floor or which neighbor it was, Xu Qingcheng said in a low voice, "Don't do this, someone will see us."

Her hoarse voice revealed her charm.

The man then released her, picked her up, and held her close in his arms. His open arms were like a vast world, and she was completely sheltered in the space he had created.

Xu Qingcheng lowered her head and straightened the buttons on her shirt. She then simply buttoned up her trench coat, wrapping herself up even more tightly.

He glanced at her, his deep, husky voice carrying a seductive undertone, "Come with me."

"No. We agreed not to bother each other." Xu Qingcheng refused.

Fu Jingting stared at her for a while, then suddenly bent down and hoisted her up on his shoulder.

"Fu Jingting, what are you doing?"

"Put me down."

"Did you hear me? Put me down. Are you a robber?"

"If you don't put me down, I'll call for help."

The man carried her without much effort. Xu Qingcheng was dizzy from being upside down when she heard him calmly reply, "Shout, shout until your throat is hoarse."

Xu Qingcheng, "..."

He knew what she cared about; at times like this, she wouldn't even shout, let alone accuse him.

He tossed her into the car, fastened her seatbelt, and Xu Qingcheng demanded angrily, "What exactly do you want?"

He turned his head, his handsome face radiating a wicked charm. He leaned slightly towards her. "What do you think I want to do?"