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

When she acts cute, it's absolutely irresistible.

Fu Jingting pulled her off him, flipped her over, and pinned her down, kissing her fiercely.

The room seemed unusually warm tonight; a thin layer of sweat appeared on the man's forehead, and his back also seemed damp with a light sheen of sweat.

Xu Qingcheng not only felt that the room was too warm, but also hot and dry.

She felt that she was a particularly shameless woman, and that she was becoming more and more shameless.

When she was with Ye Tinghong before, she would blush when he kissed her. Maybe she was still young then and never thought about overstepping the bounds.

Many couples in college go out to book rooms, but they never do. Even when they travel together, they always stay in separate rooms.

At that time, Xu Qingcheng was always shy about talking about gender issues. She never dared to mention this topic to Ye Tinghong, feeling that it was inappropriate to talk to him and extremely embarrassed, and even more afraid that he would laugh at her.

Perhaps sensing her rejection, Ye Tinghong didn't bring it up.

They both had very simple thoughts: they would save those things for after marriage, give each other the best, and truly create a perfect wedding night.

But how could she say such shameless things to Fu Jingting? Although she would be shy and embarrassed, blush and feel hot, and he would even laugh at her, those words just slipped out of her mouth.

Anyway, if he makes fun of her, she hits or pinches him.

Moreover, this man was full of lewd talk, going to great lengths to be as explicit as possible; she was nothing compared to him.

She completely disregarded her pride and decided to... just this once.

The heat in this space was rising steadily. Xu Qingcheng tied him up with his tie, transforming into a seductive little vixen to tempt and tease him.

In the end, she'll definitely reap what she sows; this man's competitive spirit is just insane.

She eventually fell asleep holding him.

The woman had a tear stain at the corner of her eye, looking pitiful.

Fu Jingting kissed the corner of her eye, absorbing the tear clean.

He picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. She just whimpered and moaned, too tired to even open her eyes.

Fu Jingting chuckled at her expression; she was unusually cooperative today, instead of crying out in pain as usual.

No, that's not right either. If you're still crying out in pain, try a different tone.

It used to be, "It hurts so much! It hurts so much! Don't you know that?!"

Now it's like, "You're so mean! It hurts so much! I'm in pain! Don't bully me!"

His legs almost went weak from her voice, and every bone in his body was completely docile under her coaxing.

This woman is so fussy; she's afraid of pain.

They make a big fuss about even the slightest pain.

Despite being so terrified, she fell down the stairs without even blinking while scheming against Ye Wenhan, and then started crying and screaming in pain in front of the doctor.

She's like a contradiction.

You might find her alluring, but she can also be elegant and poised.

You think she's innocent, but she's also a complete enchantress who's stolen your life before you even realize it.

……

When Xu Qingcheng woke up, she was being held in the man's arms. It was a cloudy day, and even with the curtains slightly ajar, the sky didn't seem any brighter.

Cloudy, rainy days are perfect for sleeping in.

It seems like God is giving her this opportunity.

Xu Qingcheng blinked. He had light stubble on his chin, which was cleanly shaved, but it still felt a little prickly when it brushed against her skin.

Xu Qingcheng reached out her fingers, wanting to touch it, but withdrew her hand just before they touched.

As dawn broke, the pumpkin carriage departed.

She should leave too.

I heard that Ye Wenhan was chosen by the old lady of the Fu family. Perhaps she had a deep grudge against the Ye family, which is why she was so critical and unfriendly to Ye Wenhan.

Xu Qingcheng and Jiang Wenyu had only met once, but she still felt that although the old lady of the Fu family was old, she was not a senile old woman from the countryside. She spoke crisply and clearly, had bright eyes, and seemed to have a cheerful and strong temper.

Ye Wenhan was someone she disliked intensely.

But for the Fu family, it might be just right.

Whether they were a good match or not was not within her concern.

What she needs to do is keep her promise.

I had a good dream last night.

She completely and uninhibitedly acted like a pampered young lady, shamelessly begging for pleasure under him, and the thought of it still makes her blush.

She smiled.

Get up.

The woman's movements still woke him up. Fu Jingting turned over, rubbed his temples, and reached for his watch to check the time.

After finishing last night, he stayed up late to process some pending emails and didn't go to bed until almost dawn.

New Year's Day is just around the corner, and with year-end accounting matters involved, there will inevitably be a lot to do.

"It's still early, you can rest a little longer."

Xu Qingcheng gathered her long hair and tied it up with a hair tie.

The man stared at her long, fair neck, which was covered by her hair tied up high, and the marks he had left from sucking on it.

He smiled, closed his eyes, and said, "Make me breakfast."

Xu Qingcheng looked over and saw that he had already rolled over and lay face down. His huge body was spread out on the bed, making the whole bed seem small.

She looks much more obedient with her eyes closed than when they are open.

But she's really good at getting things done.

Fu Jingting was woken up by the doorbell; a food delivery guy in a blue vest was standing outside.

Hand him a food bag.

After confirming it was his, Fu Jingting took the breakfast from Yu Man Lou.

Soup dumplings, mushroom congee, side dishes, and fruit.

He returned to the table and put down the lunchbox, which had a note on it.

Her handwriting is neat and beautiful; she is gentle yet strong, firm yet not overbearing.

I was worried that your breakfast would be cold when you woke up, so I ordered takeout and asked them to deliver it an hour later.

There was no signature and no extra words.

After a quick wash, Fu Jingting began to eat breakfast.

Then he called Duan Heng and said, "Come pick me up in fifteen minutes."

Duan Heng agreed, then asked, "Young Master Fu, Second Master asked you to explain to him why you suddenly left last night?"

Fu Jingting frowned. "I understand."

Last night I had a social engagement with Fu Pinghui, and it was almost over when Song Xingzhi called. "Xu Qingcheng was hosting a banquet at the Royal City Club, and Zhuang Wei almost took advantage of her. But it's all over now, and I'm taking her home."

Without a second thought, he gave her the address, saying, "Take her to Phoenix Garden."

Then I just made up some excuse and came back.

……

Xu Qingcheng thoroughly investigated the financial tax invoice issues and dutifully paid the outstanding taxes.

Tang Xun kept his word; all the information about Shengshi had to pass through his hands, so Xu Qingcheng didn't need to feign politeness with Zhuang Wei.

However, the administrative penalties will still be imposed according to the minimum standards, and the announcement still caused quite a stir.

This Spring Festival is destined to be anything but smooth for Xu Qingcheng.

After completing the relevant procedures, Xu Qingcheng went to Tang Xun's office to express her gratitude.

Regardless, although the final result wasn't the perfect one she wanted, he handled it fairly, and Xu Qingcheng had no complaints.

After she left, Tang Xun called Fu Shiqing. "Grandpa, it was done as you wished. She just left me. Hmm, no resentment, handled it very cleanly. Jingting? No, he didn't speak to me, and he hasn't mentioned it again."

The old man nodded. "That guy down there named Zhuang Wei..."

Tang Xun laughed. "He's been having a run of bad luck lately. The disciplinary committee is investigating him, and he's been suspended from work. I don't know who he offended, but perhaps you could ask Jing Ting?"

Fu Shiqing snorted, "Hang up."