The scene remained frozen for an unknown amount of time before Song Xingyao finally came to her senses.

Seeing that little face that had only appeared in photos before, right in front of me.

Her eyes were a little sore.

Pei Jing's voice broke the slightly stiff interaction between mother and son.

"Madam... it was Master Fu who asked me to bring the child to you."

Song Xingyao didn't hide her return from anyone this time, and she knew that with his abilities, it wouldn't be difficult for him to find out about her.

Unexpectedly, Fu Siming caught her completely off guard.

She wasn't ready to face Fu Xunzhi.

They sat facing each other.

She calmly asked, "Assistant Pei, what does President Fu mean by this?"

Pei Jing was stumped by her question, inwardly cursing: How am I supposed to know what she means? I was suddenly called to the office, and suddenly she said she had to send the child here.

Pei Jing was just as bewildered as Song Xingyao, but she still responded to her questions in an orderly manner.

"Master Fu said that since Madam has returned, she will definitely want to see the young master, and asked me to send the young master here so that he can develop a relationship with you."

...Song Xingyao was speechless. Such a calm and simple response was the most lethal.

He didn't reveal his intention to reconcile or meet again; he simply wanted her and Fu Xunzhi to spend time together.

It seems like the ex-husband with custody is obediently fulfilling his obligation to allow the other party to visit the children, a seemingly irrefutable reason.

After saying that, Pei Jing prepared to leave, "Then the young master can stay here with Madam. I have other arrangements to make, so I'll go back to the company first."

Without waiting for the two to react, and without saying a word about Fu Xunzhi, he simply left the person there and left.

The two stared at each other, their eyes meeting.

Fu Xunzhi lost his initial enthusiasm; Song Xingyao's chaotic emotions affected him, and he became silent.

Seemingly sensing Fu Xunzhi's emotions, Song Xingyao put away her chaotic thoughts.

Squatting down in front of him, she couldn't help but ask, "Xunzhi, how did you know I was your mother?"

The familiar and intimate way she heard the word "Mom" made her tremble, but it was like the natural bond and connection between mother and son, allowing them to easily blend into each other's aura.

“Daddy said…” Fu Xunzhi began in a childish voice, then stopped, realizing that what he said might be wrong, “There’s a picture of Mommy at home, in a white dress.”

She paused for a moment, and although she didn't remember what the photo looked like, she still touched his little face.

"Good boy, then Xunzhi will come with me today."

She couldn't easily say she'd go with her mother because she felt guilty towards Fu Xunzhi. She had heartlessly disappeared for so long, and she was already very grateful that Fu Xunzhi was still willing to call her "Mom."

She went out alone, but came back with a little dumpling in her hand.

The researchers stared wide-eyed, but no one dared to ask: Is this your child?

The room fell completely silent for a moment.

There were only occasional sounds of keyboard clicks and pages turning.

Song Xingyao didn't know what the child liked or what he wanted to do. This was a workplace, and there was nothing suitable for him to play around with.

Fu Xunzhi didn't make a fuss and sat obediently to the side. After looking around, he finally fixed his gaze on Song Xingyao's face.

He seemed very curious about her.

Unable to concentrate, she simply got up, left the office, and thankfully, she didn't have much work to do recently. She sent a message to Professor Xu and then left with Fu Xunzhi.

We only realized halfway through the drive that there was no child seat in the car, so we hurriedly found a shopping mall to have one installed.

She took Fu Xunzhi around.

Along the way, I encountered all sorts of parents and children.

Fu Xunzhi held her hand as they walked, without saying a word, simply following along.

She bent down and picked him up. When she saw the corners of Fu Xunzhi's mouth turn up, she felt a little guilty that she hadn't noticed.

"Shall we go get some ice cream?"

Fu Xunzhi shook his head.

"So, Xunzhi, what do you want to do?" He looked around and finally fixed his gaze on a pet shop.

But he remained silent, his gaze fixed on that direction.

Song Xingyao felt something was off, but she still hugged him and walked over.

Not long after they started walking, Fu Xunzhi struggled to get down from his arms.

Song Xingyao had no choice but to lead him by the hand. Inside, all sorts of pets were enthusiastically frolicking at the people outside the glass display case, hoping that people would see them.

Fu Xunzhi stopped in front of a pure white puppy, which was sleeping soundly and looked very listless.

Amidst so many enthusiastic voices around him, Fu Xunzhi stood there steadily.

Looking at the quiet little dog, he turned around and glanced at Song Xingyao.

She crouched down to his eye level and asked, "Xunzhi, do you want this puppy?"

He nodded, his bright, watery eyes looking at Song Xingyao.

But Song Xingyao couldn't agree to him. Raising a pet is not an easy thing, especially since Fu Xunzhi is still so young. Fu Siming is only letting the two of them be together temporarily, and it is unclear what will happen in the future.

Even though she wanted to make amends to the child, she didn't immediately agree to his request.

Instead, he patiently explained: "Xunzhi, raising a pet is not an easy thing. If you want to keep a pet at home, you need to discuss it with your father. Otherwise, the puppy may not be welcomed by everyone."

He lowered his head and pondered for a while.

He stared into Song Xingyao's eyes and asked, "What about me?"

Song Xingyao's expression suddenly changed.

He asked again, as if obsessively wanting to hear the answer to the question.

She couldn't explain why she left him and hadn't returned for so long.

For almost the entire afternoon, Song Xingyao remembered Fu Xunzhi's question: "What about me? Mom, do you not welcome me, which is why you don't want to live with Dad? All the other kids' parents are together..."

The feeling of tightness in her chest wouldn't go away. Song Xingyao leaned against the car door, waiting for the time she had arranged to meet Pei Jing.

Unexpectedly, the person who got out of the car was Fu Siming.

Originally, Song Xingyao wanted Fu Xunzhi to go back with her, but Zhuo Wen didn't have any things for the child, so she had to give up.

Through the obstructed car window, Fu Siming's tall figure emerged from the car.

He still exuded an air of arrogance and confidence, his neatly pressed suit accentuating his robust physique, and a diamond brooch on his chest gleaming under the light.

However, she does look a bit softer than she did four years ago, that's Song Xingyao's conclusion.

I had imagined how we would meet a thousand times, but I never expected it to be so peaceful.

"Long time no see..." Two voices spoke at the same time.

His footsteps drew closer, and even the familiar scent of his shower gel mixed with the sandalwood fragrance remained unchanged as he gently brushed his nose.

Song Xingyao's heart started racing.

But forcing himself to remain calm, he said, "I'll go wake him up."