Bai Xiujin immediately noticed her resistant expression and quickly changed the subject.

"Let's not talk about that... I'll be in Jiangcheng for a long time from now on, so feel free to contact me if you need anything!"

Seeing that he had changed the subject, Song Xingyao breathed a sigh of relief and returned a smile.

After changing the subject, the two chatted more easily during the meal, and Song Xingyao's smiling face was noted by someone in a corner booth and sent to Fu Siming's phone.

At that moment, Fu Siming was in his office listening to Pei Jing report on the company's situation over the past half month. As Pei Jing spoke, he watched as Fu Siming's face grew darker and darker.

Pei Jing didn't know which sentence he said wrong... Why did the atmosphere in the office suddenly drop today?

Fu Siming interrupted Pei Jing, whose phone had just received photos of Song Xingyao and Bai Xiujin.

"Go and find out where it happened, and while you're at it, find out who posted the photos."

"yes."

A short while later, Pei Jing sent an address to Pinhua Pavilion, which was not far from the company. Fu Siming drove there quickly and immediately stopped in front of the woman's smiling face.

When had she ever been so open with him? Fu Siming felt a surge of inexplicable anger.

When Song Xingyao saw him, she was still puzzled: "Hey, are you eating here too? Fu..."

But I soon noticed that his face was gloomy, even worse than in the morning...

Fu Siming didn't reply to her. He reached out and pulled her up from her seat. Her white wide-sleeved shirt got stained with some brown coffee from the movement, and her waist bumped against the armrest.

Song Xingyao winced in pain. But before she could speak, Bai Xiujin grabbed Fu Siming's hand.

You hurt her!

"She's my woman, I can do whatever I want with her."

"She's a human being. Can't you just talk things out? Why do you have to drag things out like this?"

"It's none of your business." Fu Siming tightened his grip, making Song Xingyao break out in a cold sweat.

Song Xingyao was afraid that the two would start fighting at any moment, and besides, there were many people at lunchtime, and everyone noticed the commotion.

She quickly spoke up: "Fu Siming, he's my friend. He helped me before, so I'll treat him to a meal."

Upon hearing this, Fu Siming tossed out a small wad of banknotes and pulled Song Xingyao toward the car outside.

The car roared to life and quickly disappeared from the shop entrance.

Song Xingyao had no idea who had offended Fu Siming. She sat quietly in the passenger seat, twisting her aching wrist.

The car quickly stopped in front of Haiyan. Song Xingyao was pulled out of the car. What Qi Ma saw was her young master angrily dragging his young mistress upstairs.

Song Xingyao was thrown onto the bed, looking at Fu Siming's angry eyes.

She went up to him: "What's wrong? I was going to tell you this morning, but I saw you didn't look well, so I didn't say anything..."

The voice grew softer and softer until Song Xingyao couldn't even tell if the man in front of her had heard her at all.

Fu Siming was already in a bad mood, and seeing Song Xingyao smiling so happily in front of another man, coupled with what happened that morning, made him lose his temper. The feeling that he was about to lose someone made him unconsciously exude possessiveness, and he blurted out.

"When did you start hooking up with him? Why didn't you tell me you were going out? Don't forget who you are!"

The word "seduce" stung Song Xingyao, and her sore eyes met his anger as she slowly spoke: "I didn't seduce him. Mr. Bai helped me twice before, and I just treated him to dinner as a way of thanking him. Besides, I was going to tell you this morning, but I saw that you didn't look well, so I didn't say anything."

Song Xingyao's words were like a bucket of cold water, finally waking Fu Siming up. He looked at the woman's frightened appearance, but her eyes still held a stubbornness.

He turned around, slammed the door, and left.

Song Xingyao stared blankly at the man's departing figure and the tightly closed door for a long time...

A bitter feeling welled up inside him. He had no intention of listening to her explanation. In his eyes, she was nothing more than his possession, even if she was dressed as Mrs. Fu.

The previous tenderness almost blinded her; the coldness and violence in front of her might be the real him, and his feelings for her were merely a manifestation of his possessiveness.

She silently took out her phone and replied to Bai Xiujin, who had already sent her many worried messages. Song Xingyao simply replied: "I'm fine."

After that day, Song Xingyao returned to the cautious demeanor she had when she first arrived. Aunt Qi was very worried because she didn't talk much and just stayed in her room staring at the computer screen every day. The young master hadn't returned for several days either.

Nightfall, No. 1.

The door was suddenly opened as Yuan Zhao was embracing a woman. Fu Siming's aura was so low that even the woman in Yuan Zhao's arms shivered.

Yuan Zhao sent the woman away and filled Fu Siming's cup.

It seems that Fu Yao didn't have a smooth search and didn't speak up for him like last time.

You have to be mindful of the timing when you insult someone in front of Fu Siming, otherwise even he might get a beating.

Fu Siming didn't say why he came, and Yuan Zhao didn't ask either. Anyway, it wasn't the first time, so they just drank. As brothers, it was nothing, just a lot of alcohol.

When Yes arrived home from get off work, he found the two had already drunk quite a bit.

Yes couldn't help but want to curse.

He didn't drink a drop; it seems he was just there to clean up the mess.

This was Yuan Zhao's territory. He casually found a staff member to carry Yuan Zhao back to his office, then carried Fu Siming and drove to Haiyan.

It wasn't Song Xingyao who opened the door to greet them, but Qi Ma.

Seeing that the young master was completely drunk, Aunt Qi was terrified. A few years ago, he had drunk so much that he had a stomach hemorrhage, which caused quite a stir. The madam was so angry that she sent her to take care of him. She couldn't let it escalate like that again this time.

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