Standing to the side, Li Xinyi's eyes welled up with tears at the sight, a complex mix of joy and emotion. She didn't interrupt the conversation between the two children, but instead looked at Song Xingyao and her son with gratitude.

She slowly opened her mouth and said, "Thank you. It's been a long time since I've seen her speak up on her own initiative."

Seeing her like this, Song Xingyao could only pat her back gently to comfort her.

Suddenly, the door behind them clicked, breaking the peaceful atmosphere between the four of them. Song Xingyao saw Fu Siming and Sun Jiming, who had been missing, walk onto the terrace together.

Sun Jiming glanced down at Sun Hui, who was hiding behind Fu Xunzhi, before falling back into the hands of the two people holding each other.

He burst into laughter, "Look, Mr. Fu, I knew our two families were destined to meet. I never expected that Mrs. Fu and my wife would also know each other. My daughter is usually not close to me, but now she's holding hands with your son. I think we're not only destined to cooperate, but maybe we're even destined to become in-laws?"

Fu Siming stood behind him, his face cold and his lips curved into a smile, ignoring his words.

Sun Jiming walked over, hugged Sun Hui tightly, and affectionately pressed his forehead against hers. "What's wrong, Xiao Hui? Are you tired? Shall we go home with Mommy?"

His words were full of fatherly love, but Song Xingyao quickly caught the resistance and stiffness in Sun Hui's body as he tightened his grip on her.

Song Xingyao stepped forward and led Fu Xunzhi back to her side, smiling as she bid farewell to the family, "Since that's the case, I won't bother you any longer. I'll leave now, see you again sometime."

Fu Siming took the child from her arms, and the three of them left the open-air platform.

Sun Jiming watched as the person walked away.

He immediately put Sun Hui on the ground.

Without hesitation, Sun Hui ran back to Li Xinyi's side and hugged her leg.

Li Xinyi had no choice but to pick up her daughter and comfort her.

Sun Jiming had long since abandoned his loving expression, looking at the mother and daughter in front of him with disdain. "You're so timid, aren't you afraid of losing face? But I didn't expect you to be involved with the Fu family. I underestimated you. Go back early today. I'll be staying in Jiangcheng for a while longer. You know the second half of the year is a crucial period, so don't cause any trouble."

After speaking, he glanced at the bodyguard behind him.

The person behind her immediately stepped forward, "Madam, please."

His tone was icy, as if he were escorting a prisoner.

Following Fu Siming to the car, she realized that the two were still arguing and were reluctant to get in.

Fu Siming saw through her intentions, and first put Fu Xunzhi into the car before returning to Song Xingyao's side.

Seeing that only the two of them were left, Song Xingyao still had an angry expression on her face, making the atmosphere a little awkward.

Fu Siming took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, saying, "Don't catch a cold." Then he continued, "I know you have a charity project at an orphanage. I'm still investigating it. Also... be careful when you're in contact with Li Xinyi and her family."

Song Xingyao understood the implication in his words, but said nothing more. He took her hand and said, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

She awkwardly tried to pull her hand away, "No need, I can do it myself..."

She felt her grip tighten, and her voice held an undeniable authority: "Either get in the car and I'll take you home, or I'll kiss you right here."

...

Song Xingyao made up an excuse, "The party isn't over yet, what would it look like if I left early? You take Xunzhi back first."

She turned to leave after saying that, but was pulled into his arms. As the man's face drew closer, Song Xingyao closed her eyes. "I'm getting in the car... I'm getting in the car... let go of me."

Fu Siming lingered by her neck for a moment before letting go, and heard her mutter under her breath, "I wonder who he learned that from, shameless! Rogue!"

Then I went around to the other side of the back seat, opened the door, and got in.

The car door slammed shut with a loud bang.

Fu Siming looked in her direction, a smile playing on his lips.

Qiao Yiming had heard that Song Xingyao had also returned, so she looked around the room two or three times but couldn't find her. Her older brother was also out socializing. In such an occasion, people would occasionally come up to chat with her, but she still yawned out of boredom.

I might as well go back to sleep.

She sat in the corner, thinking she would leave after a while, and downed the champagne she had been holding on the table, which had been slightly scented with sweet fruit, in one gulp.

She felt someone stop in front of her. Remembering Anna's instructions not to cause trouble, she stood up from the sofa, looked up, and found that it was Bai Xiujin.

They immediately sat back down in their original seats. They hadn't seen each other since that awkward encounter at Bai's mother's birthday banquet.

Qiao Yiming calmly replied, "Young Master Bai, what is it now? If someone takes a picture of you like this, it will probably spread all over the place."

Although she was talking, she didn't look at his face.

Bai Xiujin wasn't in a hurry to argue with her. "If it's just a rumor, then it's not a rumor if you make it true."

After saying that, he reached out and untangled the strand of hair that was stuck in her earring.

To outsiders, the two appeared to be extremely close.

The sudden movement startled Qiao Yiming, who instinctively slapped his hand away.

Bai Xiujin jumped up from the sofa, not expecting her to react so strongly. He didn't dodge and the two almost bumped into each other.

"You... how could you just come up here and start touching me like that? This is a public place, don't you know that? What if someone takes pictures of us?" Qiao Yiming's voice was somewhat flustered, and his eyes casually swept around.

With someone like him coming tonight, there's bound to be a lot of messy reporters' cameras, and he's still so bold.

Seeing her like this, Bai Xiujin felt uneasy, as if she truly didn't want anything to do with him.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to them, they pulled the person outside.

Qiao Yiyang, who was standing to the side, noticed the commotion.

“Hey…hey, you…” Qiao Yiming was pulled by her and uttered a few words.

Bai Xiujin shoved the person into the corner of the stairwell. This place was at the end of the corridor, where no one would pass by on the other side, making it convenient for the two of them to talk.

Qiao Yiming pulled his hand out of his and rubbed it slightly. "What exactly do you want, Bai Xiujin? Didn't I make things clear to you last time? Why are you coming to me again?"

Her cold words left Bai Xiujin speechless for a moment. Bai Xiujin laughed as if mocking himself, "Yes, Empress Qiao has made herself clear. I don't want to give up now. I want to pursue you again. Is that not allowed?"

After saying that, he placed half of his hand on her head, bringing the two of them closer together.

As he drew closer, remembering the time he forcibly kissed her, she immediately said, "Let me tell you, my brother is inside. If you dare do anything to me, you'd better wait to get beaten up!"

A sneer came from above, "How old are you? Why are you still telling your parents when you get into trouble?"

After saying that, he moved away from her.