This was the first time he wanted to reject her; he didn't want to understand what he was busy with.

I can't understand why he would leave halfway through his own son's full-month celebration.

She stood still, without answering.

"But... Mom said that we both have to go on stage together in a bit."

Just as he finished speaking those last two words, Fu Siming's phone rang again, which was completely out of place.

He only glanced at the screen.

Then he looked up at her again, waiting for her to finish speaking.

Song Xingyao seemed to give up, her eyes dimming.

"You'll come back, won't you?"

After asking the question, I felt like I had said something wrong.

She shook her head. "It's alright, you can go now."

Fu Siming noticed that she was acting strangely, so he tightened his grip on her shoulder.

Looking into her eyes, he said solemnly, "Song Xingyao, don't overthink it, I will come back."

After saying that, he gave her another hug.

Her hands were caught in mid-air by his sudden embrace, before they could even touch his back.

The man in front of her had already left.

Their eyes met from afar, like a fine thread being snapped by a heavy door.

The two will be separated by a great distance in the future.

After leaving the banquet hall, Fu Siming drove to the address Fu Yao had sent him.

It's a villa in the southern suburbs, more than an hour's drive from the city center.

Mingming Ye Si said that even without the antidote, Fu Xunzhi's bodily functions have almost returned to normal.

But he dared not gamble on that slim probability; it was a fragile life that Song Xingyao had traded her life for.

He promised Song Xingyao that he would give her a healthy child in return.

Between a full moon celebration and Fu Xunzhi's lifelong health, which is more important? Even if she explained later, she would probably forgive herself.

*Sizzle*

The car braked suddenly and stopped in front of a villa in the southern suburbs.

The villa's lights were on, appearing somewhat glaring and eerie in this deep forest area.

Without the slightest hesitation, he looked at the open door, which seemed like a carefully designed trap for him.

But he still came in.

He shouted into the empty hall, "Come out. You called me here specifically, but I have no interest in watching your charade."

At the end of the spiral staircase, she was wearing a white dress with a long skirt embroidered with camellia vines around the hem.

Fu Siming stood there, piecing together some hazy memories in his mind.

She narrowed her eyes slightly.

He bent down and leaned over the stair railing.

Fu Yao's voice came through, "Ah Ming, do you remember? This is what I wore on the first day we met."

“That day, at one of your business dinners, my father brought me to the banquet. Someone called me a lowly orphan and threw wine on me.”

“You put your coat on me and talked to me. Later, when you found out I was an orphan from Tianxin Orphanage, you still stayed with me.”

“Even if all the girls in Jiangcheng are overestimating themselves, I know that you’ve been looking for the girl you met when you were a child, the one who kept you warm in the wooden house.”

She was lost in her memories of the past, and Fu Siming was losing patience.

Ever since Fu Yao kidnapped Song Xingyao, that girl has been completely dead; it's just that he must have been mistaken.

Therefore, he had no patience to listen to her tell those stories from the past.

Seeing his somewhat impatient expression, Fu Yao's eyebrows and eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face.

"But how could you wait for me... How could you fall in love with someone else, especially Song Xingyao? Not only did you fall in love with her, but you even had a child with her... Hahahahahahahaha... Why her of all people..."

She murmured, crying and laughing at the same time, acting erratically.

Fu Siming didn't want to listen to any more nonsense and cut to the chase, "Where's the antidote? Give it to me."

Hearing that the man finally responded, Fu Yao revealed a triumphant smile.

She shook the glass bottle in her hand; the delicate, fragile glass bottle contained the health of each child.

Seeing her bend over, her fingers lightly pinching the sides of the glass bottle, hanging precariously on the stairs, it made the object look even more fragile.

What do you want?

"Hmm..." She feigned hesitation for a moment, then wiped away her tears.

Looking down at the man in front of her, she saw a man who usually commanded great influence.

"I want you to leave Song Xingyao!"

"impossible."

She strolled down the middle of the stairs and slowly walked to the man's side.

She whispered in his ear, "I know it's impossible, so I never intended to give you this antidote."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of a glass bottle shattering exploded behind Fu Siming.

His eyes widened.

Knowing there was such a possibility, he still came. Why did he have to believe her like that? Why?

He clenched his fist and pushed her to the ground with a backhand shove.

Fu Yao lost her balance and braced herself on the broken glass, blood streaming down her face.

But she seemed oblivious to the pain and continued to laugh loudly.

"Hahahaha, Fu Siming, people can't have everything. You are like that, and so is Song Xingyao."

“I think that now, Song Xingyao and your children, and even the whole of Jiangcheng, know that you have run away again, and once again abandoned your wife and children because of me.”

The banquet hall was in complete chaos.

Song Xingyao looked at the two bodies pressed tightly together on the screen, and Fu Yao whispered intimately in his ear.

Her hands and feet had lost their strength. The picture that should have been on the stage was of Fu Xunzhi's full moon celebration, but the circuit was replaced with this picture, which indicated an ambiguous relationship.

The emcee was stunned for only a few seconds before quickly cutting off the power to the media present.

However, the flashbulbs of the reporters on site were moving much faster than that.

Like hunting dogs that have smelled food, the long guns and cannons quickly locked onto the corner where Song Xingyao and Fu Xunzhi were and opened fire.

But soon several tall bodyguards in black emerged from all directions and blocked their way.

Song Xingyao's face turned ashen, and even the usually well-behaved Fu Xunzhi burst into tears due to the commotion in the crowd.

Before Jiang Man could even take charge, she stepped forward, picked up the child, and led the numb Song Xingyao away from the banquet venue under the escort of bodyguards.

Further questions came from fearless reporters.

"Mrs. Fu, what are your thoughts on Mr. Fu's secret rendezvous with his first love at his child's one-month celebration?"

"Mr. Fu, have you been maintaining an improper relationship with your first love?"

"Has the relationship between the two broken down?"

"Is this child Mr. Fu's biological son?"

...

"Please answer this..."

Many more unpleasant questions were kept behind the heavy doors.

When Fu Siming came to his senses, he had already caught a glimpse of the flashing red dot in the upper corner of the hall.

He turned around and stepped on the bleeding hand.

He crouched down, his fierce eyes filled with endless anger, sending chills down one's spine.

"I think you want to die!"