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

The photo shows a family outdoor dinner party. Under the lit colored lights, a woman is wearing a blue embroidered three-quarter sleeve dress. The fitted style clearly outlines the woman's body curves.

She stood beside the young man, wearing gloves, and smiled slightly as she flipped the grilled meat.

The light cast a shadow on her face, but it couldn't diminish the gentleness and charm of her smile.

Fu Jingting's face was as dark and gloomy as the waters of the Yarlung Tsangpo River, surging and incredibly dark.

After a long pause, he let out a cold laugh.

……

Xu Qingcheng had a nightmare in which the Shengshi office building collapsed.

She was terrified and couldn't fall back asleep after waking up.

Shengshi Group is embroiled in a dispute over unpaid wages by migrant workers. Shengshi's public relations office has submitted relevant documents to the government for approval, and the documents have also been reviewed by higher authorities.

However, due to instigation by certain individuals, the matter has been difficult to resolve for a long time, and there is great public pressure.

Xu Qingcheng was not in Ancheng and could only direct operations remotely. The time difference in information transmission always made people anxious.

She had been going through this ordeal for the past few days, having to be gentle and considerate while chatting and dating Liang Muqin, and also having to keep a close eye on what was happening in Ancheng.

She was somewhat exhausted, but fortunately, Uncle Liang—no, from now on she should call him Grandpa—liked her very much.

On the contrary, Liang Muqin's parents were rather indifferent. Xu Qingcheng knew that as the legitimate son of Old Master Liang's wife, he had ultimately lost to an illegitimate child, and she felt resentful.

As for their own son, they probably wanted to choose someone from a better family background for Liang Muqin, someone who could help him, rather than someone like her who was in dire straits and needed their help.

Xu Qingcheng got up; unable to sleep, she simply put on her coat and sat on the bay window.

She opened the window a crack, and a cold wind rushed in, accompanied by the faint chirping of insects. It was past three in the morning, and she couldn't sleep.

Xu Qingcheng pressed her head against the glass window, her mind racing with thoughts of what to do next.

With Old Master Liang speaking, Liang Muqin's parents, though dissatisfied, did not object. However, it was still somewhat difficult for her to negotiate this marriage on her own.

Since ancient times, marriages have always been arranged by parents and matchmakers. Even now, marriage arrangements should be discussed by the elders of both sides.

Qingcheng bent her knees and buried her face in them, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

But she couldn't wait any longer. She hoped to finalize the marriage before the Spring Festival. The work with the elders was almost done, and now it was Liang Muqin's turn.

She pursed her lips slightly, but Fu Jingting's face suddenly popped into her mind. His fingers were lifting her chin, and his eyes were full of flirtatious charm. "Miss Xu is quite adventurous. You could do the same things with any other man."

Xu Qingcheng grabbed a cushion next to her and slammed it against the glass window, making it bang loudly.

Apart from her shadow, there was nothing there.

Xu Qingcheng gritted her teeth. What was wrong with her that she would think of him?! Had she gone mad?!

……

Xu Qingcheng chose a minimalist black bodycon skirt from among the ladylike clothes she brought.

From the front, the tight-fitting style perfectly outlines the shape of the bust. The mid-length pencil skirt reaches below the knee, and there is a high slit on one side for easy walking, revealing the fair and long legs as you walk.

The dress is so simple that there are no other colors or decorations. All the little tricks are hidden in the back. The overlapping design creates a deep V-neck at the back, and long hair is scattered behind, appearing and disappearing. There is a cutout at the waist, revealing the curves of the woman's waist and making her waist dimples appear and disappear.

Subtle shrewdness and just the right amount of sexiness emanate silently from a woman.

Her slight smile was enough to captivate a nation.

There was a grand jewelry exhibition in Jiangzhou City, and at the old man's behest, the two of them attended together.

Xu Qingcheng linked arms with Liang Muqin. Today she was wearing a pair of exceptionally high stilettos, which accentuated her slender ankles and made her sway gracefully.

"If you're interested in pursuing a career in jewelry, I have some suggestions for you," Xu Qingcheng said with a smile. "I studied jewelry appreciation in school."

Liang Muqin smiled at her. "I do know that. Your detailed information is still on my desk. Miss Xu also minored in business administration. It seems that Mr. Xu intended for you to assist him from the beginning."

Xu Qingcheng smiled faintly, offering no explanation.

She minored in business administration because Ye Tinghong's mother had some reservations about her, and she wanted to prove herself.

The past is like a needle; every time you think of it, it pricks you again.

If it's in the past, then there's no need to dwell on it. She'll only be truly free when the pain of thinking about it stops.

A jewelry exhibition attracted many people. The Liang family already held a superior position here, and quite a few people exchanged pleasantries with Liang Muqin. He also introduced Xu Qingcheng to many people.

The phone rang; it was a call from the public relations department. Xu Qingcheng greeted Liang Muqin and went outside the exhibition hall to answer the call.

The call connected. "Mr. Xu, it's very clear that this was the Ye family's doing. The ones leading the trouble are all from the engineering company. Negotiations with them are simply not going to work."

"Do you have any good ideas?" Xu Qingcheng asked as she walked towards a secluded spot while answering the phone.

Suddenly, her arm was grabbed, her body swayed to one side, and she fell heavily into someone's arms, her waist held tightly.

Xu Qingcheng almost cried out in surprise. Her heart was pounding. She steadied herself and looked up, only to be met with the man's sharp, angular face.

My heart suddenly tightened.

She struggled, but the man's arms were as strong as iron clamps. He almost lifted her up with one hand and forcefully pulled her to a corner, where the abstract architecture neatly concealed their bodies.

On the phone, the PR person was still asking for instructions, "Mr. Xu, those are all thugs. Using civilized methods with them will definitely not work. We have to be tough."

"No, we can't resort to violence. If things escalate, all the work we've done will be for nothing." Xu Qingcheng firmly denied it, her voice tense, not only because of the potential consequences of the situation itself, but also because of the inappropriate actions of the man behind her.

Fu Jingting held her in his arms. She had one hand on the wall and the other on the phone, her back pressed tightly against his chest.

He brushed her long hair aside and gathered it to one side, revealing the woman's slender, fair neck and delicate skin. There was a small, barely noticeable mole on her skin, which looked cute and alluring. The man kissed her and sucked on it with brute force.

Her body stiffened abruptly, and she bent her elbow to shove it into his chest. She used force, but it meant nothing to him, and he easily grabbed her arm.

Xu Qingcheng twisted her waist to try to dodge, but found herself confined within his body's range. The man's cold belt buckle pressed against her skin, giving her goosebumps.

The public relations department is still sticking to their idea that the best solution is to resolve the issue through violence.