Fu Siming looked at his retreating figure, somewhat puzzled.

However, one thing is clear: he poses no danger to Ang, which is why Fu Siming was willing to tell him the news.

Without rushing to open the thick paper bag in his hand, Fu Siming went down the mountain and returned to Tiansheng.

Ever since the fact that Song Xingyao was the child of the Fu family couple who had been missing for more than 20 years was made public.

The story of Bai Xiujin being abducted and trafficked has also been brought up and widely discussed.

The stories of business intrigue and conspiracies became increasingly elaborate, with some even suspecting that the Fu family resorted to such underhanded tactics in order to solidify their position in Jiangcheng's business community.

As a result of these rampant rumors, Fu's stock price continued to fall.

The stock prices of Tiansheng Group's subsidiaries were also affected to some extent.

But when faced with such baseless accusations, one suffers in silence, unable to voice their grievances, and can only let it go.

Fu Ting has been busy with public relations and explanations these past two days, and is also exhausted.

The turning point came when a small self-media account posted about the family dinner between the Fu and Fu families.

A gathering of the two families became the key moment to dispel the rumors.

The Fu and Fu families booked the entire top floor of Lingyun for their family banquet.

When Song Xingyao and Fu Siming entered hand in hand, the Fu family had been waiting inside for quite some time.

Even Wu Mu, who had been in a coma a few days ago, looked radiant today.

Wu Mu couldn't stop crying as soon as he saw Song Xingyao.

Song Xingyao came in and looked around. Fu Yao sat down next to Grandma Fu. She didn't have her usual pride and radiance, but she still managed a polite smile.

Song Xingyao and her husband were led to sit in the main seats, with their parents sitting next to them. The scene was quite grand and the atmosphere very formal.

Song Xingyao felt her unease lessen slightly when she felt the man gently squeeze her palm under the table.

Song Xingyao saw that Grandma Fu's eyes were also filled with tears, as if she had a thousand words to say, but she didn't speak.

She just kept nodding, then picked up a handkerchief and gently dabbed at the corner of her eye.

Finally, Fu Quan spoke first, "Today is a happy day, everyone, let's start eating!"

He then raised his glass to Jiang Man and her husband and drank it down in one gulp.

There was none of the awkwardness or unease I had imagined at the dinner table.

The Fu family was worried that being too enthusiastic would make Song Xingyao uncomfortable, so they deliberately restrained themselves.

But it couldn't hide their care and love.

Gift after gift was delivered to Song Xingyao.

Fu Yao watched the family's anticipation and joy from the corner.

A surge of anger and resentment welled up in my chest.

The fists clenched under the table were starting to clench, barely able to contain themselves.

But he still raised his glass and offered his blessings, then casually made an excuse to leave.

She drove away quickly.

All that flashed through her mind were images of the elders at the banquet showering Song Xingyao with concern and tears streaming down their faces.

With a crash, the last image vanished into the darkness.

After the banquet ended, no one noticed that there had been a car accident in the suburbs.

After the banquet ended, Wu Muhai saw Song Xingyao and her husband to the door, reluctant to let go.

Fu Quan, feeling distressed, stepped forward and put his arm around his wife's shoulder.

Seeing this, Song Xingyao went up and gently hugged her.

Fu Quan: "Let Yao Yao go back and rest. It's not like it's a matter of life and death. There will be plenty of time in the future."

No one deliberately brought up the past 20 years, but the joyful atmosphere was always tinged with regrets from the past.

Especially when Fu Quan learned that he and his daughter had once been only one step apart.

On the way back to Haiyan, Song Xingyao became unusually talkative.

She leaned against Fu Siming's chest.

She recounted her emotional journey over the past few days.

Fu Siming looked down at her and felt from the bottom of his heart that she was different from before.

No longer hiding it, and no longer concealing or deepening their thoughts as before.

That's what makes him feel like a real person, he thought.

When Fu Yao woke up in the hospital, Fu Bowen was leaning against the wall opposite her.

They completely disregarded whether there were other patients in the ward.

He was still holding a cigarette in his hand.

After Fu Yao left yesterday under some pretext, he lost interest in watching them put on their act of reuniting as parents and children.

They left right after that.

Just then, I saw Fu Yao's car speed away.

So he drove after it and witnessed firsthand how the serpentine vehicle crashed into the safety barrier.

If it weren't for him, Fu Yao would probably be dead by now.

When the doctor entered, he found the room filled with smoke.

He gave the two of them a strange look.

Verification complete, they are not a couple...

But just as she was about to speak, she met Fu Bowen's gaze and swallowed her words back.

Fortunately, Fu Bowen voluntarily stubbed out his cigarette in the glass water glass.

Doctor, "We've already examined her. Ms. Fu's injuries aren't serious. The abrasion on her forehead is just a superficial injury. We'll do another brain test, and if everything is fine... she can be discharged."

After giving his instructions, he left quickly.

Fu Yao's eyes were also cold, and she seemed somewhat disappointed to see someone standing by the bed.

Fu Bowen chuckled, "Who did you think it was? Fu Siming? Your sister? Or... Song Xingyao's biological parents?"

Even though she knew he was provoking her, Fu Yao couldn't help but get angry and grabbed her phone from the bedside table, throwing it at him.

Fu Bowen dodged to the side.

"Smack!" The phone smashed a small dent in the wall.

"Get out! I didn't ask you to save me!"

Upon hearing this, he shrugged.

"Yes, yes, I was meddling. You should have died there, so Song Xingyao could have gone back to inherit the family business without a care in the world, and you would have been out of the picture."

Although it was clearly adding fuel to the fire, Fu Yao calmed down considerably because of those words.

Yes! If I die, wouldn't that fulfill that vile woman's wish?

She twitched the corners of her mouth, then frowned, seemingly lost in thought.

Fu Bowen interrupted, "Don't forget what you promised me."

After saying that, he kindly took out his last cigar from his pocket and placed it thoughtfully beside her.

Then he left the ward.

Fu Yao recalled the scenes before the car accident, at the dinner table, and at the press conference.

She was filled with resentment; why did Song Xingyao have everything?

Why is it that when she appears, no one cares about him even though he was missing for a whole night after his car accident?

In the end, only Fu Bowen was by his bedside.

Since everyone wants to be around her so much, what if she disappears?

She got out of bed and picked up the broken phone.

I dialed an international number, spoke a few words to the person on the other end, and then finally felt at ease enough to lie down and rest.

As if all the planned things had been settled, Fu Yao fell asleep very quickly, which was unusual for her.

In her dream, she saw that Song Xingyao's child was gone, and she herself was gone too.

She saw Fu Siming kneeling in front of her, begging her to release Song Xingyao.

She saw that Wu Mu had finally gone completely insane.

She even saw her child grow up, but he stood opposite her, pointing a gun at her.