Listening to Jiang Xinyue's words, Shen Siyao felt secretly pleased. She held tightly to Bo Jingcheng's arm and said in a sweet voice, "Jingcheng, let's go. Let's not stoop to their level here."

"Okay, I'll settle this score with you later."

Bo Jingcheng glared at Fu Heng, then let Shen Siyao pull him away as they turned and left the restaurant.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Jiang Xinyue clenched her fists, a flash of anger in her eyes.

Fu Heng patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Xin Yue, don't get angry over people like that. They're not worth it."

Jiang Xinyue took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and said, "I'm not angry because you're protecting Shen Siyao, but because he beat you like this."

Upon hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in Fu Heng's eyes. "So, you care about me?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xinyue realized what she had said. She quickly turned her face away, her eyes filled with panic, and said, "I...I didn't."

Fu Heng looked at Jiang Xinyue, his joy deepening. He placed his hands on Jiang Xinyue's shoulders and said firmly, "Xinyue, I'm glad you care about me. From now on, I'll make sure you don't suffer like this again."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xinyue looked up at him, feeling a surge of emotion.

"Fu Heng, why are you so good to me?"

Fu Heng curled his lips into a smile. "Do you need a reason to be good to someone?"

"Of course, if you keep doing this, I might misunderstand and think you like me." Jiang Xinyue blurted out in her anxiety.

Now it was Fu Heng's turn to be stunned. His gaze faltered, and his handsome face flushed slightly. "Was I... that obvious?"

Jiang Xinyue's heart suddenly raced as she watched Fu Heng's reaction. She hadn't expected such a response and was momentarily at a loss for words.

The two stared at each other, the air around them seemingly frozen, and in the silence, they could clearly hear each other's rapid breathing.

After a long while, Jiang Xinyue finally came to her senses. She hurriedly looked away and stammered, "I...I was just joking, don't take it seriously."

But her flushed ears betrayed her nervousness.

Fu Heng's lips curled up slightly, his eyes filled with tenderness and doting. He gently held Jiang Xinyue's hand and said earnestly, "Xinyue, I don't want to hide it anymore. I do have different feelings for you. Ever since we went through those things together, I've found myself caring more and more about you. Your joys and sorrows touch my heart."

Jiang Xinyue's eyes widened; she hadn't expected Fu Heng to confess so directly. Her heart pounded like a deer's, a complex mix of emotions surging within her. On one hand, she also harbored inexplicable feelings for Fu Heng, but had never dared to confront them; on the other hand, she had just emerged from a failed marriage and was still afraid of being hurt again.

“Fu Heng, I…” Jiang Xinyue hesitated, unsure how to respond to Fu Heng’s feelings.

Fu Heng seemed to sense Jiang Xinyue's hesitation and struggle. He gently squeezed Jiang Xinyue's hand and said, "Xinyue, I know you may not be ready yet, and I don't want to put too much pressure on you. I just want you to know my feelings. Whatever decision you make, I will respect it."

Jiang Xinyue took a deep breath and mustered her courage to say, "Fu Heng, thank you for your affection, but I have just ended a failed marriage and I still have some lingering trauma. I don't know if I can start a new relationship right away."

Fu Heng smiled at Jiang Xinyue, his eyes filled with understanding and tolerance. "Xinyue, I understand your concerns. I'm willing to wait for you, until you truly let go of the past and embrace a new relationship. During this time, I will always be by your side, accompanying you through everything."

Looking into Fu Heng's sincere eyes, Jiang Xinyue felt a mix of emotion and warmth.

She nodded gently and said, "Fu Heng, thank you. I feel very safe with you by my side. Please give me some time so I can adjust myself."

Fu Heng smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll wait for you. Now, let me take you home to rest. You must be tired after everything that happened today."

Jiang Xinyue remained silent and followed Fu Heng out of the restaurant.

When the car arrived at the apartment building, Jiang Xinyue remembered that Fu Heng was still injured, so she took the initiative to say, "Fu Heng, how about I help you treat the injuries on your face?"

His face will definitely be swollen tomorrow, and then the company's employees will definitely become suspicious.

Fu Heng was slightly taken aback, then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up. "Okay." He knew in his heart that this might be a rare opportunity to spend more time with Jiang Xinyue, even if it was just to have her help treat his wounds, it would be enough to make him happy.

The two entered Jiang Xinyue's apartment. The interior was simply and warmly furnished, filled with a faint scent of laundry detergent.

Jiang Xinyue asked Fu Heng to sit on the sofa, while she hurried to the bathroom to look for the first-aid kit.

A moment later, she hurried over with a first-aid kit and sat down next to Fu Heng.

Jiang Xinyue opened the first-aid kit, took out a disinfectant cotton ball, gently dipped it in alcohol, and softly brought it close to Fu Heng's face.

She frowned slightly, her eyes full of tenderness, "It might hurt a little, just bear with it."

Looking at Jiang Xinyue's focused expression, Fu Heng felt a surge of warmth in his heart and shook his head, "I'm fine, you can do it without worry."

The moment the alcohol swab touched the wound, Fu Heng couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Seeing this, Jiang Xinyue became even more careful with her movements, and whispered, "Tell me if you hurt me."

Fu Heng nodded, his eyes fixed intently on Jiang Xinyue.

Looking at her so closely, Fu Heng felt like he was dreaming.

He never expected that after so many years, he would see her again, alive and well, standing before him.

Jiang Xinyue seemed to notice that he had been watching her, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she continued to focus on cleaning Fu Heng's wounds.

After cleaning the wound, she took out a band-aid and carefully applied it to the wound.

"Alright, it should be fine now." Jiang Xinyue breathed a sigh of relief, looking at her "masterpiece" with a slight sense of relief.

Then she turned to look at the clock on the wall; it was almost twelve o'clock.

She suddenly remembered that today was Fu Heng's birthday, and she hadn't had a chance to give him a birthday present yet.

"Time flies!" Fu Heng also noticed the clock on the wall; after midnight, his birthday would be over.

However, he was still quite happy today because he finally expressed the feelings that had been building up in his heart in front of Jiang Xinyue.

Although she did not accept his confession, he believed that as long as he was there, he would be able to heal her emotional wounds.

"Fu Heng, wait for me."

Jiang Xinyue suddenly remembered something, closed the medicine box, and hurriedly ran into her room.

A moment later, she returned with a gift box, handed it to Fu Heng, and smiled brightly at him, "Fu Heng, this is a gift for you. Happy birthday!"