Throughout the journey, she did not ignore the fleeting image that had just crossed her mind, nor Fu Siming's strange reaction.

Did something really happen to me on the bridge?

Why does his expression look like there's an indescribable... sadness?

The more I tried to capture that image, the more my head ached.

I simply leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and cleared my mind.

Fu Siming, who was standing to the side, turned his head to look at the woman in front of him. How could it be such a coincidence that it had to be here?

Four years ago, when he tracked down the surveillance footage, he saw her swaying precariously on the pillar, her body about to tip over.

My heart was clenching with pain, but thankfully I saw her being rescued later.

He thought that nothing was more important than her life, which is why he accepted almost all of Zhuo Wen's proposed collaborations later on.

Although she later realized that without Zhuo Wen's help, how could she have slipped away from Jiangcheng right under her nose?

But he still relaxed, feeling incredibly grateful that she had left him with a child.

As long as Fu Xunzhi is there, she is like a kite string. It doesn't matter how high or far she wants to fly, as long as there is always a string connecting her. As long as she is alive, that's enough.

In a daze, Song Xingyao felt the car stop. Ignoring the man behind her, she walked straight back.

At the dinner table, Song Xingyao just kept her head down and ate, as if no one was in front of her.

Except for the burning gaze he gave me.

Song Xingyao finally couldn't hold back any longer and put down her chopsticks. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Beautiful." The deep voice uttered those two words, making her heart race.

"Cough..." His straightforward praise had a hint of affection, leaving Song Xingyao speechless.

"You... I'm not talking to you." Song Xingyao, who fled in panic, felt as if he was going to look a hole through her back.

So he immediately knocked on the door, and in the quiet room, his heart pounded faster, unable to contain his excitement.

She slapped her face hard. "Song Xingyao, how could you let him shut you up?!"

She felt she must be crazy to develop feelings for a stranger, even though he had an irresistible appearance, um... physique... um family background.

Well, a man like him is indeed irresistible to most women.

Song Xingyao quickly rationalized her behavior.

I was about to grab some clothes to wash up and calm down when I discovered that my closet was neatly filled with many new clothes.

Although he's a bit of a rogue, I have to say he's quite thoughtful.

Even she didn't realize that a slight smile had appeared on her lips.

After taking a shower, Song Xingyao put on the same pajamas she had worn the day before and prepared to thank him. Otherwise, she would feel a little ungrateful.

After all, he let me stay here when I had nowhere else to go, and he even thoughtfully prepared all these things.

He glanced down and then casually draped a silk robe over his shoulders.

Don't let people misunderstand, thinking about it made my face flush.

As I walked to the door of the study, I took a deep breath and was about to knock when I heard Fu Siming's voice coming through the crack in the door.

"Okay, you have to be good. I'll come see you tomorrow, okay?"

A beautiful voice paired with a gentle tone is simply captivating.

The sounds behind him grew fainter as he walked toward the window.

Song Xingyao froze on the spot, her heart tightening. That gentle voice and tone were completely different from his usual self.

The person on the other end of the phone must be someone he cares about a lot.

She unconsciously took two steps back.

Fu Siming inside the house was still on the phone, completely unaware of how much of what the woman outside had overheard.

Fu Xunzhi is a sensitive child. Since he was the one who broke his promise first, it will inevitably take some time to coax him back.

After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

What if the lab's medication can't help her remember everything?

The hospital has already tried to keep her here, but what if she suddenly leaves again?

Almost all of Fu Siming's hesitations in life were directed towards Song Xingyao. For someone like him, she was both a concern and a weakness.

The next morning, when Fu Siming came downstairs, he saw her already sitting at the dining table.

This kind of life seems to have returned to four years ago, before anything happened, a peaceful and naturally beautiful time.

Upon seeing him arrive, Song Xingyao's expression changed slightly, but she quickly composed herself.

She should have realized long ago that a man like him would never lack women around him, and perhaps most of his meticulous thoughtfulness was due to the woman on the other end of the phone.

Song Xingyao was certain that Fu Siming was a scumbag, flirting with her on one hand while keeping a group of mistresses on the other.

Thinking of this, his expression turned ugly.

Fu Siming suddenly remembered that he had promised Fu Xunzhi that he would go back to the old house that night, so he said, "I have something to do at the old house tonight, Old Xu will pick you up."

Hearing his words, Song Xingyao rolled her eyes, thinking that he still had to use this as an excuse. If she hadn't overheard the conversation yesterday, she would have been fooled by his flawless acting skills.

"Go ahead. You don't need to say anything to me."

A sarcastic remark slipped uncontrollably from his lips, while his hand unconsciously poked at the piece of bread on the plate.

The next second, she heard him hurriedly draw a line, "Thank you for taking me in, Mr. Fu. I have a place to stay now, and I will find time to move out."

Upon hearing this, a dark and ambiguous light flickered in Fu Siming's eyes.

He said with a hint of amusement, "They use you and then run away. How heartless."

She paused for a moment, unfazed by his aggrieved tone, and said, "It's not good to bother Mr. Fu here for too long, otherwise I'm afraid someone around him might be unhappy!"

She uttered the last three words viciously.

Fu Siming, who was initially pleased by the woman's jealous words, now showed a rare look of confusion.

But Song Xingyao stood up and left the moment she finished speaking.

By the time he realized the strangeness in her words, the woman in front of him had vanished without a trace.

Fu Siming said to Qi Ma, "I'm going back to the old house tonight to see Xunzhi. You prepare the meal in advance. If she doesn't come back, have someone send the food to the hospital for her."

"Yes, young master."

Once outside, Song Xingyao felt this was the most satisfying time; she couldn't let him always have the upper hand.

I clearly saw the confusion and frustration in his eyes just now, and it felt really good.

I suppose I was deeply influenced by him a few days ago, probably because I was captivated by his face and physique.

Since that's the case, Song Xingyao felt she should go out and broaden her horizons, and she made up her mind.

Before the car even reached the hospital, Song Xingyao noticed a young boy standing on the busy street, at a traffic light, unsure whether to move forward or backward, as cars sped past him.

Song Xingyao quickly told Lao Xu to turn the car around and drive over.

With his eyes fixed on the child, he shouted at him to stop and not go any further!