Fu Siming and Song Xingyao had a rare free time and spent the whole day at home.

The next morning, Fu Siming insisted that Lao Xu take her first, and only went to Tiansheng after seeing her enter the exhibition hall.

While Mr. Wu was busy receiving guests at the exhibition, Qiao Yiming changed her usual fiery attire and dressed like a well-behaved young lady, following behind Mr. Wu to entertain them.

Seeing her like this, even Song Xingyao was a little unaccustomed to it.

Qiao Yiming noticed Song Xingyao first, greeted Old Wu, and walked up to her.

"You're finally back! You have no idea how tired I am, with people coming and going non-stop! I'm an E-person, and my face is practically frozen from smiling."

She grabbed Song Xingyao and complained in a low voice.

Song Xingyao could tell from her tone that she was just talking, because she couldn't hide her happiness and pride.

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss. After this is over, please have Teacher Wu treat us to a nice meal."

"Hmph, that's more like it. But there's not much to entertain now. This should be the last wave of invited guests. Most of them arrived yesterday. The rest are free to enjoy themselves, so there's no need to entertain them anymore."

Although Qiao Yiming complained of being tired, ever since he learned that Song Xingyao was pregnant that night, he felt that his older brother's advice made sense and decided to take good care of his senior sister.

Her monk brother, for the first time, took the initiative to care about a woman, which startled her. She thought her brother had taken a fancy to Song Xingyao, a married woman, and she was busy trying to persuade him.

After all, she herself felt that someone like Song Xingyao really could easily attract older men!

As a result, Qiao Yiyang saw that indescribable expression and got a hard flick on the forehead...

Song Xingyao looked around and saw that there was nothing to do. The rest of the schedule was just for the daily tours with tickets, and she wouldn't be needed for any work until the afternoon, so she went upstairs.

In Tiansheng, Fu Siming sat in his office listening to Pei Jing report on the day's work.

When he finished reporting on the projects in the south, Fu Siming looked up and said, "Keep in touch with Huahai more often for those projects, and make sure to monitor the progress of the projects properly so that no one is worried about them."

Pei Jing agreed, and the previous bidding process didn't cause any major problems. However, recently, due to the project approval process, someone has been secretly sabotaging the project, delaying its progress.

"By the way, Mr. Fu, Ang called me back yesterday, but you didn't come yesterday."

"Okay, I understand." He nodded.

He picked up his phone and called Ang back. The call went through, but no one answered. Fu Siming found it strange. He opened a blank webpage on his computer, entered a URL, typed a message into the chat box, and sent it.

At the exhibition, after Wu Xian finished receiving the guests, he went upstairs to find Song Xingyao. She was also busy practicing calligraphy at her desk.

Upon seeing Mr. Wu arrive, he put down his pen and went forward to greet him.

"Teacher Wu!"

“Little Song, why did you come over in such a hurry? I told A-Ming that there isn’t that much work to do here, so you can rest a little longer. You and Yi-Ming did a great job with the preliminary work, which saved me a lot of trouble. Everyone who came said the exhibition was very well organized.”

He spoke lightly, but his face still showed signs of fatigue, probably because his energy was not as good as before.

"Thank goodness you're alright about what happened a couple of days ago, otherwise I wouldn't know how to explain it to Ah Ming," he said.

Upon hearing this, Song Xingyao quickly said, "I'm fine, Mr. Wu, don't worry. Besides, this wasn't your fault. Is Aunt Wu feeling better?"

Thinking of the woman who was sitting on the terrace, teetering on the verge of collapse, just two days ago, I couldn't help but ask her.

"She's much better now. By the way, there's a calligraphy demonstration scheduled for you this afternoon. If you're not feeling well, I'll reschedule it for tomorrow."

"No need, Ms. Wu, I'm fine! Besides, it was mentioned when the tickets were issued that this segment was included. If I don't participate, people who bought tickets specifically for this event will have complaints. This is a charity exhibition, and changing the program repeatedly would have a very negative impact."

Seeing that she said that, Wu Xian did not insist, and had someone check the calligraphy viewing area to confirm that there was no problem.

In the afternoon, a lot of people came to the exhibition and gathered in front of the viewing area. Many of them did not know much about calligraphy and painting, but they still found it novel and joined in the fun.

Song Xingyao stood in the center of the crowd, her hands moving like nimble dancing sprites, the huge sheep-hair brush moving back and forth on the rice paper, the strokes light and smooth.

Compared to her dignified and gentle appearance, her brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, conveying strength and emotion.

Watching her write is like watching a graceful dance; you can feel the rhythm of her strokes, and the sound of the pen rubbing against the paper is like a harmonious melody. Everyone takes out their phones to record the scene before them.

But after a while, whispers came from the crowd, muffled and noisy, a cacophony of sounds. When Song Xingyao finished writing the last character and picked up her pen, she looked up and saw that many strange eyes were already looking at her.

She felt something was off, but couldn't leave immediately. A loud-voiced man shouted, "Someone like you, doing charity work!"

Seeing that his words had stirred up everyone's emotions, Song Xingyao prepared to leave the cubicle, but there were already quite a few people pressed against the barrier.

The two people maintaining order were no longer able to control the surging crowd.

Song Xingyao spoke to the pushing crowd, "Everyone, please stop pushing."

When Qiao Yiming saw the chaotic scene from upstairs, he quickly took out his phone and saw that Song Xingyao's name was trending on social media.

[#Mrs. Fu is ungrateful and abandons her adoptive parents]

[#InTheNameOfCharity]

[#Song Xingyao Orphanage]...

Following this were three or four similar entries, so Qiao Yiming quickly dialed Fu Siming's number.

Since he got the phone, he had never made a call. Listening to the dial tone, Qiao Yiming thought, "I have to answer it, what if something happens?"

After a while, the phone was answered, and Fu Siming's emotionless voice came through: "Hello."

"Something's happened! Um... look at the trending topics, no! Come quick, bring more people, the scene is in chaos, Sister Yao is surrounded in the viewing area and can't get out." Qiao Yiming was so anxious that he was almost incoherent.

The noise downstairs reached Fu Siming's ears through the receiver; someone was shouting "Refund!" and someone was angrily trying to rush up and teach her a lesson.

Qiao Yiming saw the man pushing his way forward and quickly ran downstairs. Song Xingyao's words, spoken in the middle, were all drowned out by the crowd's anger.

Her voice was drowned out by the barrage of accusations and insults from everyone.

Qiao Yiming grew anxious and said to Fu Siming, "I'm not talking to you anymore! Come here quickly, I'll go downstairs and keep an eye on things, there are too many people, hurry up!!!"

After saying that, he didn't hang up the phone, but put it in his pocket and squeezed into the crowd.