The two talked for quite a while, and the work was almost finished, so Old Wu began to urge them to leave.

Next, we still had to decorate the venue, and there was a lot to do, so I urged her to go back and rest quickly.

Old Xu had been waiting at the door for a while, and Song Xingyao had originally planned to call ahead.

"Old Xu, you don't have to come so early next time. I'll call you in advance if I'm leaving."

Old Xu: "It's nothing, thank you for your concern, Madam. It's my job to pick you up and drop you off."

Hearing him say that, Song Xingyao didn't say anything more. She closed her eyes to rest and thought about her work arrangements. As she thought about it, she became sleepy and didn't even know when the car arrived in Haiyan.

When she woke up, she felt someone holding her in their arms, and a momentary feeling of weightlessness startled her awake.

When she opened her eyes, Fu Siming's exquisite features were magnified in front of her.

Before she could react, she only knew that she hadn't gone far. "So many people at home are watching!" she thought, struggling to get down.

"Let them look, we're husband and wife," Fu Siming said nonchalantly, then headed towards the hall.

Song Xingyao buried her head in his chest like an ostrich, and the soothing scent of sandalwood filled her nostrils.

Seeing the couple interacting like this, Qi's mother very consciously hid in the kitchen and didn't come out.

Once placed on the soft sofa, Fu Siming reached out to tidy her hair, which had been messed up during her struggle, but Song Xingyao slapped his hand away and spoke somewhat awkwardly.

"Fu Siming, you... could you please stop..." He only got halfway through his sentence before the man in front of him stared at him with amusement.

"Don't what?"

"No...don't be like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, I'm not used to it!"

Song Xingyao's words flowed out in a stream, but his smile deepened.

"Oh? A peacock displaying its tail feathers? Tell me, how do I become a peacock displaying its tail feathers?"

He deliberately moved closer, and the woman beneath him kept her eyes fixed on the kitchen not far away, worried that Aunt Qi might come out from there at any moment.

But as the man's presence drew closer, Song Xingyao's face flushed red with anxiety: "It's... courtship."

Although he spoke softly, Fu Siming still heard those two words.

So he deliberately leaned close to her ear, his moist breath sending a shiver through her, before she heard him slowly say, "I don't need to court a woman, you're already my wife."

Fu Siming had to admit that he was pleased to see Song Xingyao's performance; her flushed face broke her usual calm and composed demeanor, making her look even more vibrant.

After saying that, he distanced himself from her and rescued her from the sofa.

Song Xingyao was annoyed that he was teasing her again, and reached out to hit him, but he gently grabbed her wrist and gave her a hot kiss.

"Alright, anyone who didn't know better would think you were cooked!" After saying that, Song Xingyao glared at him.

After their little commotion, it got quite late by the time they finished dinner. Fu Siming still had some things to take care of, so he went back to his study.

After working for a while, a string of unfamiliar numbers suddenly lit up on my phone.

Ang: I was held up by some things this afternoon. The heir to the Sigour family has been decided; it's Gumai.

He got straight to the point, without uttering a single unnecessary word.

Fu Siming: You may continue.

Upon hearing the man say this, Ang poured out everything he had found out.

Ang: Gu Mai suddenly had a child out of nowhere, the mother is unknown, and the news is being kept very secret. The current approach of the person in charge of Sige is to semi-delegate power, or to test Gu Mai's capabilities. The final actual person in charge is still uncertain, but judging from the current trend, Gu Mai is gaining momentum and the next step should be to enter the domestic market, with Jiangcheng as the first target.

Fu Siming: Should we be the first to bear the brunt?

Ang summarized Sige's past in a relaxed tone: because the current leader was originally going to join Jiangcheng's big gang many years ago, but the internal strife caused it to stagnate. This kid deserves half the credit for Gu Mai becoming the successor, and the rest depends on whether he can break into Jiangcheng's market.

Ang: By the way, I heard that Scott's arch-rival Orland has already started a company in Jiangcheng. Scott is also in a hurry to determine a successor because of the expansion into the Jiangcheng market.

“Orland? Orland Group?” Fu Siming muttered to himself, so that’s how it is.

Hearing his whisper, Ang became interested: "It seems you've already made contact with him?"

Fu Siming: "No, but it should be soon."

After finishing his business, Fu Siming was about to hang up when the other end asked, "Is your little lover really over?"

Unexpectedly, Fu Siming's tone turned cold upon hearing this. "It should have ended long ago."

"If you had told me this earlier, I wouldn't have had to go through all that trouble to find the information for you! Your little lover..." Before Ang could finish speaking, the study door was suddenly opened.

Fu Siming replied to the other end of the line, "I have something to do, I'll hang up now." He quickly hung up the phone, feeling a strange sense of guilt, as if someone had stepped on his tail.

However, Ang's words reminded him of the gold-embossed invitation from earlier today. Although she trusted him, he decided to let her come with him to avoid her overthinking.

Looking up, I saw her carrying a white porcelain bowl as she came in: "Aunt Qi made some sweet soup. I already had some downstairs, but I saw you hadn't come down yet, so I brought it up for you. Are you still busy?"

"I'm done with my work," he said, taking the bowl from her hands and placing it on the table. "You could have just told me to come downstairs, why did you have to bring it up here?"

He didn't rush to drink; instead, he pulled Song Xingyao onto his lap.

Her hair was still wet and draped over her shoulders. Her body smelled damp and carried the fresh scent of orange blossoms, unlike the dry fragrance of her skin. Instead, it had a slightly sticky feel.

He buried his face in Song Xingyao's neck and took a deep breath before asking, "What a delicious sweet soup! You didn't even dry your hair before going down there. What if you catch a cold?"

Song Xingyao pressed down on his hand that was holding her hair, "I've already wiped it."

Then, a little nervously, she said, "You should try it, it really... tastes great."

Seeing her like this, Fu Siming found it amusing, picked up the glass and took a sip, the aroma of honey and osmanthus lingering in his mouth.

He held the back of her head and kissed her, their sweet breaths mingling and exchanging. He held her waist with one hand, barely preventing her from slipping down.

Dizzy from the kiss, Song Xingyao looked at her with a dazed expression when they parted, her eyes reddening, which made Fu Siming's anger rise.

Song Xingyao felt that the man was really bad, and the emptiness in her heart deepened. She decided that she could not leave the man in front of her like this. So, while she was panting on the man's shoulder, her fingers deftly unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt.

Exposing her strong muscles, her fingers slipped inside the gap, deliberately ignoring the man's heavy breathing and taut muscles, slowly circling them.

She tickled him so hard he couldn't stand it. He never expected her to deliberately cause trouble. Fu Siming enjoyed it intensely while whispering those blush-inducing words in her ear.