The researchers were startled by the commotion, but no one dared to say anything more.
The driver took Fu Yao to the Fu family's old residence, following Fu Siming's instructions.
The solid wood sign was draped with white silk, giving it a desolate feel.
Fu Yao took a breath, got out of the car, and walked into the Fu family's gate.
This was also one of the conditions Fu Siming agreed to when he discharged her from the hospital: to personally escort her to the Fu residence and then watch her go inside.
Fu Siming was certain that she wouldn't mention his imprisonment.
The two elderly people of the Fu family were sitting on the sofa in the living room. When they saw her come in, their faces looked very bad.
It's one thing to be ignorant in the past.
Even missing his mother's funeral is unacceptable, no matter how many reasons you give.
Wu Mu has been buried, and the house is much tidier than when the mourning period began, although you can still occasionally see details that the owner didn't seem to care about.
Just as Fu Yao was about to shed a couple of tears, she heard Old Madam Fu scold her.
"What's wrong with you? You disappeared without a word at your mother's funeral, and we can't get in touch with you. What kind of behavior is this?"
Grandpa Fu, who was usually kind, rarely showed any displeasure but agreed with this.
Thinking back to a few years ago, Fu Yao suddenly said she wanted to go abroad, completely disregarding Fu Quan's wishes, and ran away for several years without returning.
The old lady of the Fu family was even angrier: "I told you you can't raise a child properly!"
After saying that, he left, slightly annoyed.
Fu Quan sat to the side without saying a word. In the past, he would always try to mediate in such situations.
But even he felt that Fu Yao had gone too far this time.
He glanced at it, sighed, and left. A hint of disappointment flickered in his eyes.
Fu Yao was unwilling to accept it. Their biological daughter and granddaughter hadn't come either, so why was she being singled out?
They gripped the bark even tighter, pressing deep marks into the skin.
Her tears dried with anger, and she thought, "No matter how much I do in this family, it's meaningless. They can never truly be a family."
But she forgot whose responsibility Wu Mu's life should be attributed to.
The imperial court was quiet at night.
Fu Siming held the glass and poured it down his throat one cup after another, the pungent alcohol making him feel relaxed for a while.
"Get out! Get out!" Yuan Zhao beckoned the young woman who had just entered to leave.
The woman wanted to stay a while longer, but she received a cold glare from Fu Siming, which chilled her to the bone.
It left with its decorative tail tucked between its legs.
Yuan Zhao picked up a clear glass next to him, poured himself a glass, and took a sip.
"It's such a waste to let you drink such fine wine like this."
The deep gaze shot over, but it didn't frighten Yuan Zhao.
Instead, he brought up the very thing he didn't want to talk about: "Didn't your wife come back and get discharged from the hospital? Why aren't you going back to be with your wife? What are you doing drinking here!"
“I’ve been busy with social engagements these past few days and haven’t had time to keep you company. When As arrives, let him drink with you. I think he’s becoming more and more defiant of his father. In public, he’s the gentle and refined Dr. Ye, but in private, he drinks, smokes, and does all sorts of things. I feel like Professor Ye is starting to think that we’ve given his son all these bad habits.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the private room was pushed open, revealing that the two had already started drinking.
Ye Si didn't say anything and sat down next to Fu Siming.
The two clinked glasses and downed them in one gulp.
"Holy crap! What are you guys doing? Are you out of your minds drinking like that?"
Yuan Zhao then turned to Ye Si: "?"
Despite having drunk a lot, he still retained a sliver of sobriety, grabbed his clothes from the back of the chair, and said, "Let's go!"
? ? ?
"No! Do you think this is some kind of place? You come and go as you please, why are you playing games? Fu Siming, if you come again, I'll change my surname and let you in."
The room was quiet except for the sound of him stomping his feet...
Fu Siming's cold voice came over: "Then I'll grant your wish. You don't want the surname Yuan anyway."
...
Damn it, that bastard really doesn't know how to talk...
After Fu Siming left, he learned the whole story from Ye Si.
I never imagined that someone would dare to threaten Ah Ming.
His eyes darkened.
The power of first love is truly amazing...
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It was already late when Fu Siming returned to Haiyan. Thinking about how he smelled of alcohol, he decided to head straight to the bathroom to wash up.
But to his surprise, he met Song Xingyao's gaze the moment he entered the room.
Seeing that she was still curled up on the sofa in the lobby, Fu Siming composed himself before walking over.
"Why don't you go upstairs and rest?"
"You're not back yet, I...I can't sleep."
Song Xingyao didn't tell the truth, but Fu Siming looked straight at her and finally softened his tone: "I'll go wash up first, and I'll take you upstairs."
The smell of smoke and alcohol emanating from Fu Siming was pungent, so she didn't stop him and just waited quietly on the sofa.
I just felt that he seemed a bit strange lately. Unlike before, the smell of smoke and alcohol on him had become more frequent.
But she still obediently sat to the side and waited for him.
Professor Xu's psychotherapy is still ongoing, probably because Song Xingyao herself is a psychology major.
She was well aware of the principles, or even the routines, of this kind of psychotherapy, although her condition was gradually improving.
But the unease in my heart subsided very slowly.
The inability to heal herself is the most difficult situation she is currently facing.
When Fu Siming came out wrapped in a bath towel, the smell of alcohol had dissipated considerably.
She was still curled up on the sofa in the same position, her eyes fixed on his direction.
He quickly walked up to her, picked her up, and carried her upstairs.
Neither of them spoke until they tucked her into the soft blankets, then turned off the light and lay down beside her.
Song Xingyao automatically and consciously moved closer to him. The man's bare upper body had a damp and rough feel to the touch because he had just taken a shower.
But the reassuring sandalwood scent emanating from her body made Song Xingyao take a deep breath.
The room was completely silent.
After a while, in the dark environment, only Song Xingyao's heavy breathing could be heard.
He reached out and pulled the person into his arms: "Can't sleep?"
Song Xingyao was surprised and even suspected that the man was an owl with night vision.
Not wanting to worry him, I held back my words and forcibly suppressed the strange beating of my heart.
Then she felt the man's hand brush across her back.
The stimulation seeped into her skin through the thin nightgown, causing her to let out a soft moan.
The restless hand brushed against her sensitive skin, making her shudder.
This little incident quickly dispelled her unease.
At this moment, Song Xingyao bit her lip and cursed fiercely in her heart.
Just as she was about to speak, Fu Siming's hand had already stopped in front of her chest.
This place is particularly sensitive because a child has just been born.
The fruit looked fuller than before, while its limbs appeared even thinner in comparison.
A woman's low moan came from the dark room, followed by the rustling of the thin blanket and a muffled thud.
"Fu Siming!"
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