He squatted down side by side.

Fu Xunzhi finally couldn't help but ask, "Mom, why don't you come home with us?"

...

Song Xingyao was stunned, unsure how to explain it to him.

Fu Siming remained silent, as if certain that she would not repeat what he had just heard.

She spoke so easily to Pei Jing just now, and she didn't hesitate to define Fu Siming as her ex-husband last night.

Why can't I say it out loud when he's in front of me?

Seeing her so troubled, Fu Siming turned Fu Xunzhi's body to face him, "Because Mom has her own things to do now, she can't live with us. Xunzhi, be good, if you miss Mom, you can tell me, and I will take you to see Mom."

"But...but..." His voice gradually faded, but his eyes reddened.

He remembered his mother and the other older siblings saying that he was her child with her ex-husband, and that she had asked Uncle Pei not to call her "Madam".

It is clearly...

She buried her face in Fu Siming's arms, crying, "Daddy, you lied, waaaaah..."

Fu Xunzhi burst into tears, a sight rarely seen before. For a moment, both of them were at a loss.

He hadn't expected Fu Xunzhi to be so sensitive; it was even more serious than he had imagined.

The sound of his sobbing was heartbreaking. Song Xingyao wanted to speak, but she didn't know how to explain the things between the adults to him.

Song Xingyao's troubled and hesitant expression caused Fu Siming to be punched first, leaving a lingering muffled thud in his chest.

"You go back first. I'll explain things to him once he stops crying."

Song Xingyao took two steps back, and before turning to leave, she looked back at the father and son.

That weak cry lingered in my mind, refusing to leave.

She only realized today that Fu Xunzhi's anxiety and frustration whenever they were about to part ways were palpable, even without him saying a word.

Does it seem like separation anxiety?

That evening, I saw Song Xingyao looking distracted at the dinner table.

"What's wrong?"

“I think Xunzhi seems to have some separation anxiety. He gets restless every time we are apart, and he even cried today.”

At this point, she couldn't hide her heartache.

Shi Yu: "So how do you plan to handle your relationship with Fu Siming? You can't just get back together because of the child, can you?"

My mind went blank for a moment before I heard the person on the other end add another sentence.

"You are still his wife in a legal sense."

Song Xingyao was somewhat bewildered. She hadn't expected that since returning, the harmonious relationship between the two of them hadn't made her want to sever ties with Fu Siming.

She always attributed this to Fu Xunzhi, but the first time Pei Jing brought the person over, she felt a sense of loss, as well as the complex emotions she felt when they first met.

When he met her, she didn't speak. He asked, "Do you still love him?"

Love? Some familiar yet distant memories flooded back, and she remained silent, as if pondering a question that had just been raised.

When her thoughts touched on this sensitive topic, she was somewhat slow to react and completely unprepared to face it.

She thought she had truly let go.

She shook her head, then stopped again, the photo that had been buried at the bottom of the album making her hesitate.

There's no way to explain why I didn't hide my return from Fu Siming this time. If I wanted to draw a clear line, I should have simply finished the project and left.

There's no way to explain the hesitation Vivian showed when she asked herself when she would return.

Her mind was a mess, and she only ate a few bites before returning to her room.

When he saw her back, he suddenly lost his appetite.

Shi Yu's words reminded her of the true nature of their relationship.

Do I still really love him?

She barely slept all night, unable to find answers to the pointed questions, so she decided to experiment herself.

With dark circles under her eyes, the moving company she had called started moving the already packed boxes out early in the morning, according to her instructions.

Shi Yu had disappeared early in the morning and was nowhere to be found. It was probably for the best that he wasn't there, Song Xingyao thought, the atmosphere between the two of them had been strange lately.

I simply sent him a message and left.

She didn't stay there for long, and she didn't have much stuff to begin with. Before leaving, she even took her usual car from Zhuo Wen's garage.

Thinking of Zhuo Wen, I wonder if he has found Lin Shuang yet?

After settling things at home, she took the initiative to call Fu Siming for the first time.

In the conference room, everyone watched as Fu Siming's phone lit up.

The group of executives at the table looked timidly at the man in front of them. Their reports had just been met with a harsh rebuke, and no one dared to speak up and become the next target.

Everyone felt even more uneasy when they saw Fu Siming's brows furrow.

The man sitting in the main seat recognized the call as Song Xingyao's, but he had a feeling that the call wouldn't bring anything good...

He raised his hand to signal the meeting to end, then strode out of the conference room.

The door closed, and the executives inside finally breathed a sigh of relief, unaware of what awaited them next...

The man outside swiped his phone.

"Hello."

"Fu Siming, are you free? I have something I'd like to discuss with you."

Through the screen, Song Xingyao had no idea what the man on the other end of the phone was feeling.

"I'm in a meeting, is there anything I can help you with?" he asked, suppressing the turmoil churning within him.

Song Xingyao thought for a moment, "Then forget it, I'll talk to you when you have time. What about Xunzhi? I've finished moving and packing, I can bring him over."

“He went back to the old house today. He’s reached the age to start school and it’s already been arranged that he’ll start tomorrow. Mom said she wanted to see him, so she sent him home.”

"Okay. Then I won't disturb Mr. Fu's meeting any longer. I'll hang up now."

"Wait, didn't you just say you had something to say?"

Hearing her anxiously about to hang up, Fu Siming couldn't help but ask, wanting to hear his voice a little longer.

On the other end of the phone, Song Xingyao raised the corners of her mouth and said slowly, "I just thought that when I separated from President Fu, we hadn't gone through with the divorce yet. Let me ask President Fu when he'll be free so we can go and get the divorce certificate."

The previously excited voice on the other end of the phone completely disappeared.

Song Xingyao quickly added, "You can contact me anytime you have time. I hope we can resolve this matter as soon as possible so that Xunzhi doesn't always feel anxious because of his complicated relationship with his parents."

Upon hearing this, Fu Siming felt as if he had been doused with cold water, and his body temperature plummeted.

The air conditioning at Tiansheng was originally at a comfortable temperature, but as it passed by Fu Siming, it felt like it had been turned on into a freezer.

Fu Siming couldn't quite remember what else she said after that.

The executives in the conference room knew something was wrong when they saw Fu Siming enter with a dark expression.

Sure enough, the meeting lasted for three suffocating hours under the influence of extreme pressure.

Each executive who gave a report was filled with anxiety and unease, as if they were waiting for the King of Hell to call their names on the Book of Life and Death.

Even Pei Jing felt a little uncomfortable.

Since he picked himself up, no one has been able to provoke him like this.

Then that phone call could only have been made by the madam.