Even though this story sounds far-fetched and hard to believe, she still caught one thing—she married Fu Siming?

Su Li couldn't discern much emotion on her face. After all, she had only met her as her makeup artist, and all the other information she had was almost identical to what Jiangcheng's netizens knew.

It's best to say less about things whose truth is unknown.

"How are you?"

"Ah, it's nothing, thank you, Sister Su Li."

As the dishes were served, the two women chatted casually. Song Xingyao glanced out the glass window and spotted a familiar figure of a man, accompanied by a slender and elegant woman.

Although their expressions were not visible, it was clear that Fu Siming showed no sign of resistance.

Thinking back to yesterday's phone call, and Qi's mother mentioning that Fu Siming was going back to the old house.

Song Xingyao suddenly revealed a mocking expression.

This man is not only a rogue, but also a liar.

With this thought in mind, she became even more suspicious of whether Su Li's claim that she and Fu Siming were truly getting married was true.

If it's true, then if she divorces Fu Siming, wouldn't she be able to get a share of his assets?

The unease and strange feelings in my heart were blocked by this fog.

But his eyes still couldn't help but look in that direction.

After lunch, the two parted ways, and Song Xingyao, as if possessed, followed in the direction they had gone.

But they couldn't find any trace of the two, and couldn't even take any photos to prove their infidelity...

After her defeat, Song Xingyao remained sullen and unhappy throughout the afternoon at the hospital.

Fu Siming and Jiang Man entered the VIP room of a jewelry store.

Jiang Man asked someone to bring out the pre-ordered items and tried them on in front of the dressing table. She saw her son leaning against the side in a daze in the mirror.

"Don't be impatient. If your dad hadn't suddenly brought me here and said he had something else to do and had to leave, I wouldn't have called you over."

The sales assistant, wearing white gloves, saw that Jiang Man looked young but had such a mature and handsome son. She thought she was a stepmother and didn't dare to speak, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

People who work in high-end luxury stores are all shrewd and naturally don't want to offend these big spenders.

Fu Siming wasn't dissatisfied; he was just thinking about Song Xingyao's strange mood that morning.

Whether it was the dean deliberately limiting the number of patients she could see as an expert or something else, Song Xingyao didn't have many patients. She looked at the message Fu Siming had sent her on her phone.

She didn't want to talk to her.

So he slipped away as soon as he got off work, making sure to avoid Lao Xu.

Old Xu stopped at the door and only realized it was getting dark when he saw it.

The young master specifically instructed me to pick up the young mistress, so the timing shouldn't be wrong. Why hasn't she come out yet?

Little did they know that she had already slipped away through another door.

Song Xingyao thought: Since he himself is out with other women and not coming home, why should I obediently listen to him!

No way.

But as she stepped into the Imperial Palace at Night, she suddenly hesitated...

In the end, I told myself it was okay, to be bolder. It's just that I haven't seen enough of the world, that's why I'm always being bewitched by that man.

The interior is resplendent with gold and silver; it truly lives up to its reputation as the largest nightclub in Jiangcheng.

A hint of excitement appeared on Song Xingyao's face; this was a thrill she had never felt before.

Like a bird that has been caged for more than 20 years finally touching the blue sky, although its flight was a little clumsy.

Song Xingyao has the face of a classic beauty, and although she is wearing casual clothes, her slender and tall figure is still evident.

Besides, this outfit doesn't look like something someone would wear to a nightclub; it looks more like a wealthy woman catching her cheating husband.

Despite this, people are still posting it online.

Song Xingyao touched her chin in front of the bar. She had never actually set foot in this place before. The fancy names made it impossible to tell what kind of things were inside.

I saw a familiar Long Island Iced Tea and thought, why not order this? Otherwise, I'd be too clueless.

The next second, a broad shadow loomed behind him, long, slender fingers holding a glass engraved with snake patterns, deep and long...

"A cup of tranquil orchid."

...

She turned around, and the owner of the voice was a young man. The strong scent of white tea emanating from him made him seem very out of place.

Seeing that Song Xingyao had turned around to look at him, he began to introduce himself, "My surname is Qin. May I ask what your surname is, beautiful lady?"

Looking at his outstretched hand, Song Xingyao hesitated for a moment, then gently touched it and quickly pulled away.

"My surname is Song."

Seeing Song Xingyao's actions, he smiled and said, "I saw from afar that Miss Song was quite troubled and didn't know what to order, so I took the liberty of ordering a drink for you."

He lowered his voice, deliberately speaking in a tone only the two of them could hear, "This is a low-alcohol sparkling wine that I specially ordered because of my high spending here. Sometimes I use it to deflect drinks, so Miss Song, don't worry."

Song Xingyao was not used to his actions, so she silently stood up and distanced herself from him.

She didn't respond to his words.

Qin Bai wasn't annoyed; on the contrary, he felt that the more aloof she was, the more excited he became.

I've never seen such a stunning beauty in this place before. I must get her contact information today.

Unfortunately, unlike men, women don't like men who offer themselves up.

Especially the strange person who dressed flamboyantly and used the faint fragrance of white tea.

The bartender pushed a wide-mouthed glass in front of Song Xingyao. Song Xingyao tossed down a few bills, picked up the glass, and looked towards Qin Bai: "Thanks."

After walking quite a distance, he realized the man behind him hadn't followed. He then sniffed the wine in his hand and nodded approvingly, "Hmm, your taste in wine is alright."

Holding a small glass of wine, Song Xingyao weaved through the crowd. Just like when she made a splash at the hospital, word spread quickly, and almost everyone knew that a beautiful woman had come to the nightclub.

Song Xingyao felt that she hadn't seen any handsome men after walking around, so it seemed she needed to find a man of Fu Siming's caliber.

It's definitely not that easy.

She finished the wine in her glass and slipped into the bathroom for a while to get some peace and quiet.

Little did they know that the men outside had already begun discussing who would be the first to get their phone number.

Song Xingyao looked at her phone and saw several missed calls and many unread messages from Fu Siming.

When you click to see, all you hear is asking yourself where you are and threatening yourself not to run away.

Tch, I shut my phone down. He was flirting with another woman and dared to question me. I could have let it go if I hadn't seen it, but I couldn't have ignored it. I pressed the power button and turned it off.

Yes, it's peaceful.

When I came out of the restroom, I noticed that I seemed to be getting more stares.

Soon, a nonchalant-looking man came up, holding a glass of champagne.

Um, a nightclub with champagne? Why are all the people here tonight so strange? It's an odd combination, like they've changed into suits to plant rice in the fields.

But Song Xingyao didn't realize that her casual clothes were quite out of place in this place of song, dance, and revelry.