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

Xu Qingcheng originally intended to pretend to be deaf and dumb and let him get scolded so that it would end there.

You can't even complain if you smash someone's car.

But he looked so agitated, and the older woman even had her hands on her hips. Was he about to start a fight?!

How embarrassing!

Xu Qingcheng froze for half a second before he could make a move, then suddenly grabbed his waist and stopped him. She stood between the two of them, her bare foot instinctively stepping on his leather shoe, and turned her head to apologize to her older sister.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, it was my fault. I was too angry just now and didn't see the car coming. Please check if your car is scratched, or I can leave you my phone number so you can contact me if you need anything."

It's said that you don't hit someone who's smiling, and that's often true. If you're nice and give in a little, nothing will happen.

The older woman waved her hand, "No need to exchange numbers, it's nothing. I just can't stand your husband, he has quite the temper. And he's not exactly a model of virtue either. You should be careful, sister."

Fuck!

This was the first time Fu Jingting had ever been criticized by someone, and he really wanted to find some tape to seal this woman's mouth shut.

However, Xu Qingcheng stood close to him, her arms wrapped around his waist, her blocking posture full of intimacy.

His temper had been largely calmed down by gentle persuasion.

Xu Qingcheng's smile was particularly awkward.

This woman is really good at praising people; she complimented his good looks, saying he looks like a girl and has a restless appearance.

She would be angry too.

To say they were husband and wife would be even more absurd, but there was really no need to explain, so I simply smiled and saw them off.

Once the person left, Xu Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly let go of his hand.

The man lowered his eyes and saw that one of her feet was still obediently stepping on his leather shoe.

Xu Qingcheng quickly pulled her foot back and was about to hop forward when someone grabbed her and pulled her up.

The panic of weightlessness made her hurriedly reach for his neck. The two looked into each other's eyes, their reflections mirroring each other's.

Her heart skipped a beat, and Xu Qingcheng quickly looked away to hide her reaction, saying, "Put me down, I can walk by myself."

"He hops around like a duck."

Xu Qingcheng couldn't help herself and pinched his arm hard with her fingers.

The man's muscles tensed instinctively, becoming as hard as iron, but she didn't feel much pain from the pinch; it was just a fleeting pleasure.

This little incident inexplicably disrupted the tense atmosphere between the two, making it impossible for them to regain their composure.

Afraid that passersby would see, Xu Qingcheng pressed her face against the side of his neck to hide.

The woman's soft, rapid breaths sprayed onto his neck and under his ears, causing a tingling and itchy sensation, as if they were dancing on his sensitive nerves.

The man's facial features tightened slightly. Even though his initial purpose in bringing her to the hotel was not to be intimate with her, the thought had now taken hold of him and was stuck in his bones.

This reaction was frenzied and violent, like a beast in a primeval forest, eager to assert its dominance.

He swiped his card to enter.

Once the door is closed, the room remains dark even during the day.

The card wasn't placed in the power outlet, and the curtains, unable to recognize the owner's entry, obediently closed, shrouding the entire space in darkness.

He pinned the man against the wall. "Dressed like that, are you trying to seduce him?"

Fu Jingting felt a tightness in his chest and tightened his grip.

The tight-fitting dress fabric stretched taut in his hands, as if it would shatter into pieces with a single wave of his hand.

"Don't tear my clothes," she said anxiously, trying to stop him.

The man stopped what he was doing, pulled up her skirt, and took it off.

The passionate and fiery events that were about to unfold, even after countless experiences, still made my heart race and my body burn as he pressed me down on him. A wave of shyness washed over me.

Fu Jingting leaned down and kissed her, a forceful and ungentle kiss, utterly possessive, yet it made her unable to resist going limp.

The phone rang abruptly, breaking the rising tension. Her heart was still pounding, and her arms were still tightly wrapped around his neck for support.

Fu Jingting pressed his forehead against hers, the man gently closed his eyes, and cursed.

It's like an engine that's just started, suddenly stopped.

The man's hand was pressed against her waist, as if he was very unwilling.

Xu Qingcheng's face flushed, and she pushed him hard, yelling, "You pervert!"

Fu Jingting pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes withdrawing cleanly and decisively from the vortex of passion.

He answered the phone, patting her gently as he said, "Go take a shower."

Her heart was still pounding, and compared to his disheveled appearance, her near-naked state was what made him blush.

She grabbed her clothes and hid in the bathroom.

When Xu Qingcheng came out of the suite after taking a shower and wearing the bathrobe from the suite, he was still in the study having a video conference. He spoke fluent and pleasant English, and he could also curse quite smoothly.

Xu Qingcheng stood at the door of the study, and could tell from his conversation that it was about the project.

He held the mouse, clicking it on the computer screen every now and then; his eyes were sharp and serious.

Her hair fell stylishly from front to side and back, revealing her face with its prominent features, every inch of which seemed to have been meticulously sculpted to perfection.

No wonder that woman exclaimed that this face was so beautiful it rivaled any girl's, and it was indeed strikingly aggressive and unruly.

She suddenly smiled faintly, and the man, distracted, looked up at her.

She wore a pure white bathrobe, her long hair flowing down her back; even with it dyed black and straightened, it couldn't hide her alluring beauty.

She leaned against the door frame, her loose, heavy nightgown failing to outline her body's curves, yet her languid charm wafted through the air as she leaned against it.

Fu Jingting looked down and tried to justify himself.

He was young and strong, with no bad habits. With such a beautiful woman right in front of him, it would be abnormal if he didn't react.

The European project was already a day late because he suddenly returned to China, and there were many details waiting for him to make a final decision.

The meeting could not be concluded anytime soon.

The man beckoned her over, but Xu Qingcheng glared at him and turned away.