She placed her hand on Fu Siming's chest and exerted a little force, which finally made the man in front of her pull away from her. Her eyes were dazed and filled with a hint of confusion.
His eyes still held a lingering, crimson desire, but he patiently gazed at Song Xingyao before him.
"I...I'm pregnant!" As if she had suddenly made up her mind, she lowered her head after saying this.
The man was rooted to the spot by those words, unable to move, his expression unchanged.
Song Xingyao kept her head down for a while, but he didn't respond to the explosive news. Her heart sank.
He wondered: Did he not even want the child to come?
"You... are you telling the truth?" The usually decisive man was a little nervous, and his speech became somewhat incoherent.
Fu Siming was happy, but his habits prevented him from clearly expressing his emotions.
Otherwise, during the transaction process, it would be easy for others to discover his preferences. This long-standing habit has made him unable to express his emotions.
He pulled her into his arms, Song Xingyao's ear pressed tightly against the man's chest, the sound of her heart beating rapidly and rhythmically emanating from his chest.
A man's joyful voice came from above, "We're going to have a child?"
It sounds a bit silly, quite different from the shrewd and capable image of President Fu.
But now they are embracing tightly, and only the other can perceive this unique moment.
He now had an urge to announce it to the world; the joy and anticipation he had never experienced before, not even as Tiansheng's status in Jiangcheng rose.
Song Xingyao was taken aback by his sudden change and didn't react for a moment, but soon she smiled slightly and absorbed the joy that belonged only to the two of them in the man's warm embrace.
After they both calmed down, Fu Siming helped her tidy her clothes, then pulled them together in bed and hugged her.
At first, Song Xingyao felt that the child had come at an inopportune time, but his positive response made her start to look forward to it.
"Yao Yao..." he called softly.
After calming down, Fu Siming finally remembered that Song Xingyao had recently taken on the work of Wu Lao's second exhibition.
Will the arrival of this child bring many inconveniences to her work and life, making her work even harder?
Just thinking about it made him frown.
Song Xingyao turned her head to look at him, and the troubled look on his face deepened.
“The second charity exhibition at Mr. Wu’s studio has just gotten on track. You’re pregnant now, it will be very tiring,” he said with some concern.
"Why don't you talk to Old Wu and tell him to rest at home?"
...Unexpectedly, he was worried about this. Song Xingyao felt both sweet and speechless. He had only just found out he was pregnant and already needed to rest. Wouldn't someone have to help her go out later on?
She gently stroked his forehead, trying to soothe his worries. "Fu Siming, calm down. I'm only a little over a month old. I'm really fine."
He understood that the man said those things because he cared too much. A few days ago, when she was with Pinglan, she thought that Fu Siming didn't want children.
Looking back now, I realize that he was just speaking up for me to shield me from the pressure from my elders, and the thought warms my heart.
"Besides, I've already agreed to go with Old Wu. I'll make the most of it and make sure I get plenty of rest, okay? Please let me go!"
As she spoke, Song Xingyao put her hand around the man's head, ruffled his hair, and softened her tone, which had a hint of coquetry.
Hearing her say that, Fu Siming didn't press the matter further, but instead relented.
Recently, Tiansheng's business has also encountered some tricky issues in the market. If I am too busy and leave her alone at home, she is more likely to overthink things.
"Okay, but Lao Xu has to pick you up and drop you off every day. He has to take you wherever you go. I'm worried about you going alone." This was Fu Siming's minimum requirement.
Song Xingyao readily agreed. In fact, Lao Xu was usually responsible for picking her up and dropping her off, so this request was essentially no request at all.
The two had reached a conclusion, but Song Xingyao suddenly remembered, "Could we tell others about it first?"
...
"Why?"
"I want to go for another check-up to see how I am. If I'm healthy, then we can talk about it later."
After what happened a while ago, Song Xingyao wasn't in a good state either. When Fu Siming heard this, he began to feel uneasy and guilty.
Seeing that he was starting to overthink again, Song Xingyao said with a hint of teasing, "I think President Fu is much more anxious than I am. Don't worry, it's just a routine check-up. I just think that if he's not healthy, Mom and the others will be very worried and disappointed."
The teasing tone gradually eased the atmosphere between the two.
Their heartbeats resonated in the quiet night, and he held her tightly, as if to protect her beautiful dreams all night long.
But some people couldn't sleep that night either. In an apartment in Jiangcheng, Fu Yao threw her phone on the ground, the scattered parts conveying her anger.
This apartment was a gift from Fu Quan to her on her 18th birthday.
At that time, Wu Mu's mental condition was getting worse and worse, but Fu Quan did not want her to go to a sanatorium.
Fu Yaoye was worried that this crazy woman might have a relapse, so she hinted to Fu Quan that she should give her some space to grow personally. She had moved out after she became an adult.
Fu Yao has never seen Wu Muchang act normally since she returned from the orphanage.
She always sat alone in her room, unwilling to see anyone.
The reason for this is that Wu Mu was actually at home on the day his daughter went missing, but he left his daughter upstairs to sleep alone.
Wu Mu didn't feel any intrusion, not even a child's cry, and had no way of knowing when she went missing.
Deep self-blame caused her mental breakdown, and she gradually became taciturn.
Fu Yao, whom she adopted, offered her no comfort, causing her to become increasingly depressed.
What should have been a time of happiness and blossoming began to wither overnight.
Having grown up in an orphanage, Fu Yao naturally possesses the ability to read people's expressions and moods.
Ever since she overheard the maids saying behind her back that she was just a toy to please the mistress, her heart was filled with resentment. She began to act, playing the role of the obedient young lady of the Fu family who spent money on her.
But her materially abundant life made her feel satisfied and greedy. From the moment she met Fu Siming, she wanted to possess this dazzling man.
Unexpectedly, an accident occurred along the way, allowing someone to take advantage of the situation.
Fu Yao raised a crystal-clear glass high, ready to smash it hard on the ground.
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and a wicked glint slowly crept into her eyes. She thought: It's no fun to just smash it like that. I should slowly break it into pieces so that I can feel the pain more clearly.
The woman's shrill laughter continued for a long time in the room.
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