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

Fu Jingting handed the spare key and instruction manual to Xu Qingcheng, saying, "You can set the password and fingerprint yourself."

Xu Qingcheng gripped the spare key, glancing at him sideways. "Are you planning to keep a mistress hidden away?"

"Can you hide it?" the man scoffed.

"Then it definitely can't be hidden." Xu Qingcheng shoved the spare key back at him, raising her eyebrows with an air of arrogance and haughtiness. "Only I'm allowed to hide men in a golden house. If you want to hide me, you'll have to wait until your next life."

The reason he didn't take her to Jingshan No. 1 was probably because the head of the Fu family had spoken, fearing that his entanglement with her would make it difficult for him to extricate himself.

By doing this, secretly meeting in secret, Xu Qingcheng wanted to say that she did not reject Fu Jingting as a person.

But she didn't want to do it that way.

Even in her fallen state, Xu Qingcheng retains her pride.

The woman turned and left. Fu Jingting stared at her back, but couldn't help but smile.

He clicked his tongue.

The way she tilted her chin up, looking so arrogant and haughty, was fucking captivating.

……

After Duan Heng finished reporting his work, he stared at Fu Jingting. The man looked up at him and said, "Spit it out quickly."

Duan Heng coughed and pointed to his neck. "Do you want to cover this up? We're going to a ribbon-cutting ceremony this afternoon."

Once the photos are taken, even the slightest clue will be scrutinized, and the company's internal forum will likely be flooded with comments again.

Duan Heng, as a man, doesn't quite understand these women's focus and meticulous attention to detail.

An executive within the group has become embroiled in a divorce drama stemming from a single photograph.

It's said that a photo of the female executive surnamed Chen inspecting a project site was published in the group's news, and someone noticed the binding marks on her wrists, assuming she had been a victim of domestic violence. However, the investigation eventually revealed that she had been having an affair and engaging in BDSM activities.

Fu Jingting tilted his head and touched his neck with his fingers.

The woman bit hard, but he knew she only did so when she couldn't control herself.

A wicked glint appeared in the man's eyes; the more she acted this way, the more excited he became.

Like fierce, aggressive wild beasts, they desperately try to prove their ownership of this land.

This wildness had been suppressed deep within me for too many years, and now that I had a way to vent it, it was as if I could no longer hold back.

Fu Jingting paused for half a second, then said, "Get a Band-Aid."

Duan Heng immediately handed it over.

Fu Jingting glanced at it, took it, and scolded him, "Get out."

Duan Heng, get out of here immediately.

Then he heard an instruction from behind: "Don't talk too much."

……

Xu Qingcheng was furious. The three-party invoicing issue was not unfounded, nor was it a smear campaign.

Yes, this does happen; it's an issue with the input tax in procurement and financial processing.

This matter could be a big deal or a small deal. If handled well, we can get through it peacefully; if handled poorly, it could stir up a public opinion storm and cause investors to lose confidence in Shengshi, which would be the most dangerous thing.

Xu Qingcheng made an appointment with tax officials to test the waters first.

That evening, she booked a room at the Royal City Club.

When Xu Qingcheng arrived, she didn't expect Zhuang Wei to be there too. Zhang Ke was quite familiar with her, and he whispered to her, "Director Zhuang is in charge of your matter, so I specially invited him over. Talk to him properly and ask him for some advice."

Zhuang Wei watched her calmly. Xu Qingcheng's face was a little cold, but she couldn't just walk away.

She mentally prepared herself before sitting down in the host's seat with a beaming smile.

The banquet was all pretense and no real business was discussed. Zhuang Wei was very good at deflecting questions, using minimal effort to avoid getting to the bottom of things.

What do you mean, they only drink and don't talk about work? If it's just about drinking, would she drink with him?

However, since the other people present had a good relationship with her and were very supportive of Shengshi, Xu Qingcheng had to give them some face, so she drank a few cups with them.

Since taking over Shengshi, Xu Qingcheng has learned the most about yielding. If you don't yield and insist on standing up, you have to have the strength to stand up. She admits that she doesn't have the strength, so she has to bend her back.

The same applies to drinking.

As soon as the strong liquor was opened, the waiters poured it for her. When it was her turn, Xu Qingcheng said sweetly, "I'm a woman, and women can't be compared to men. Gentlemen, how about I drink red wine to keep you company?"

Zhuang Wei felt a chill run down his spine. Xu Qingcheng used to be an ice queen, someone you'd want to tame completely. Now that the ice had melted, she was still as alluring as ever.

Her voice alone was enough to make one's teeth ache; what difficult words could one possibly utter?

However, since Zhuang Wei is the guest of honor today, he has to give his approval. "Director Zhuang, Miss Xu has spoken up. Let's see if you can show her some mercy."

Zhuang Wei squinted at Xu Qingcheng, his eyes filled with undisguised lust. He chuckled and refused to hold back, determined to get her drunk.

When the woman parted her hair, one could see red marks on her neck and behind her ears. Zhuang Wei, being the kind of person who knew what those marks meant, understood perfectly well.

Ye Wenhan said that Xu Qingcheng was a fun-loving person, but he didn't quite believe it.

Now I'm starting to believe it; it seems this woman has become increasingly uninhibited since leaving Ye Tinghong.

Zhuang Wei's eyes revealed an undisguised eagerness, which the others understood at a glance, so they didn't say anything more.

Xu Qingcheng knew that tonight would probably be tough, so she took a hangover pill and texted Song Chang, asking her to come pick her up.

Song Chang is a media reporter, and even if Zhuang Wei is a scoundrel, he has to think twice for the sake of his career.

Xu Qingcheng made all the arrangements and made sure nothing went wrong before sitting down to drink.

But Zhuang Wei was a seasoned veteran; he hadn't gotten any advantage from Xu Qingcheng, and Xu Qingcheng wouldn't let him back down either.

Xu Qingcheng went to the restroom once in the middle of the night. She couldn't hold back the liquor and secretly vomited some of it.

Xu Qingcheng felt that if she continued drinking, this would be the only outcome. Whether it was Ye Chengnian's instruction or Zhuang Wei's ulterior motives, she wouldn't get any benefit from Zhuang Wei.

"Have you arrived yet?" Xu Qingcheng called Song Chang.

"We're here. Get on the elevator right away. I'll wait for you at the private room door." Song Chang had her camera bag slung over her shoulder, making a phone call with one hand and pressing the elevator button with the other.

"Yes, I'm taking a shower outside the private room—you...let go!"

Zhuang Wei reached out and snatched Xu Qingcheng's phone, cutting it off. He then covered her mouth with one hand and dragged her into a corner.

Xu Qingcheng's cold, sharp voice suddenly came from the phone, followed by the dial tone of the disconnection.

Song Chang called out "hello" a few times, then cursed. As soon as the elevator arrived, she squeezed in, blocking the doorway to prevent others from entering. She flashed her press pass and said, "Sorry, I have an important mission. You'll be next."

While the group was still in a daze, she immediately closed the elevator door and told the elevator operator, "Twelfth floor."

The elevator sped up, and Song Chang barged into Xu Qingcheng's private room. The group of people were so drunk that they didn't even realize someone was missing from the room.

Enraged, Song Chang kicked the door of the private room.

She reached out and grabbed a waiter, "What...what are you washing outside the private room?"

Startled by the woman's sharp gaze, the little girl stammered, "Wash...the restroom?"

"take me."

When Song Chang kicked open the men's restroom door, Song Xingzhi cursed, "Damn it!"

Song Chang looked inside, but there was no one there.

She also casually glanced at his manhood.

Song Xingzhi, "..."

Then, with a "Duang," the bathroom door slammed shut, leaving behind her considerate words, "Young man, please continue, don't hold it in."

Song Xingzhi's face darkened.