As Fu Siming left with the medicine, he was still pondering her words.
But in the end, it was still believed that it was just something she said in a drunken stupor.
Instead of rushing back to Haiyan, he took the medicine to the lab for testing as usual.
Song Xingyao was used to checking on Fu Xunzhi at night, so she woke up not long after Fu Siming left.
The lingering warmth on the bed had dissipated, and Song Xingyao felt something was off.
Where can I go at this time?
He saw the pajamas that had been changed into and felt a little suspicious, but he still believed that the man probably had something urgent to deal with.
But... I've never encountered a situation like this before.
She walked over and saw Fu Xunzhi entertaining himself in his crib, his big, grape-like eyes rolling around, neither crying nor making a fuss.
Song Xingyao tried to coax the child for a while and found that he was in good spirits and had no intention of sleeping at all. Fortunately, he was well-behaved, so she simply let him be.
Lying back in bed, Song Xingyao was wide awake, wondering why Fu Siming had left in the middle of the night.
Or should we give them a call and ask?
But what if he's really busy?
...As I pondered, it was almost dawn before I finally fell asleep again.
When Song Xingyao opened her eyes again, she saw Fu Siming taking off his suit jacket and getting ready to wash up.
That smell, a mixture of the dust of a rushing journey and the dew of a spring morning.
Hmm... there was still a hint of alcohol in the smell, which she sensitively detected.
Song Xingyao lay still, not knowing what to say, and stared intently at the man's movements.
She glanced at the crib and wondered if Fu Xunzhi had been taken out by Qi Ma to be breastfed.
Fu Siming turned around to get his clothes and saw that the woman on the bed had already woken up.
Ignoring her inquisitive expression, he spoke naturally: "Awake? If you're awake, go downstairs and get something to eat. Aunt Qi has prepared red date and yam porridge."
Having strayed so naturally from the topic, Song Xingyao hadn't figured out how to steer it back, so she lazily uttered a "hmm."
Not knowing how to bring it up, she told herself: Don't think about it. If there's really something going on, he'll tell you.
After tidying himself up a bit in the dressing room, Fu Siming came out while still taking a bath in the bathroom.
Song Xingyao tapped him lightly twice to remind him not to soak for too long, and then she went down first.
There was no reply from the man.
She walked around to the sofa, thinking she might as well take his clothes with her.
Ever since Fu Xunzhi and a bunch of medical equipment moved into the master bedroom, the master bedroom has been kept clean by maids other than Qi Ma.
Since becoming pregnant, Fu Siming has ordered the removal of anything with a strong, pungent odor from her surroundings, and the fragrance in her home has always been a light and delicate scent.
As a result, her sense of smell became much more sensitive.
The lingering disinfectant and pungent women's perfume on the suit made Song Xingyao frown.
I leaned in and took a sniff, and the scent... was indeed coming from him.
Song Xingyao stood there, frozen in place.
The scent of this women's perfume is somewhat familiar; I can't quite place where I've smelled it before.
There was a lump in my throat, and I desperately wanted to open the bathroom door and ask him, but then I remembered his tired expression...
No way... Song Xingyao thought to herself.
I ran quickly out of the room, and the spaciousness and open environment finally diluted the lingering pungent fragrance on my nose.
She mechanically walked downstairs until Aunt Qi called her to have breakfast and prepared to take the clothes from her hands.
She quickly snapped out of her daze and pulled her hand away, a thin strand of hair at her fingertips catching her eye.
Staring at that slender, long brown hair, she stood frozen in place for a long time, until she heard Fu Siming coming down the stairs.
Song Xingyao hurriedly shook her hand before she came to her senses and met Fu Siming's gaze.
Fu Siming: "What's wrong? Why are you standing there without moving?"
"...No...I just got something on my hands, I...I'm going to wash them." She said this and ran away in a panic.
Fu Siming stared at her back for a while, a question flashing through his mind, and frowned.
When she came out again, Fu Siming was already sitting at the dining table waiting for her.
At the dinner table, adhering to the good etiquette of not speaking while eating, the atmosphere was not strange even though neither of them said a word.
However, Fu Siming still keenly sensed a subtle atmosphere hidden in the air.
Fu Siming ate while observing the woman in front of him, until Song Xingyao spoke up: "Where...did you go this morning?"
She didn't use a question like "Where did you go last night?", which sounds like a wife suspecting her husband of having an affair.
Fu Siming's chopsticks, which were about to pick up food, paused in mid-air. He slightly pursed his lips and replied casually, "Something happened at the overseas company, and we need to deal with it urgently."
Looking up, Song Xingyao saw that Fu Siming's expression was flawless. She began to doubt herself. What kind of conversation had left that strong perfume scent?
"oh……"
The lowered tone made Fu Siming smile. He reached out and lifted her face, his fingers lightly brushing against her eye sockets.
"What's wrong? Did I disturb you? Your dark circles are quite noticeable."
"No, I just... drank too much water yesterday, so I got up to go to the bathroom and found you weren't there."
"Okay, next time don't drink too much water before bed. I'll have Aunt Qi bring those soups and nutritional supplements to your room early."
The two of them went back and forth, and breakfast was over in no time.
The doctor came out of the children's room, breaking the quiet atmosphere between the two.
The doctor met Fu Siming's gaze and understood. "Sir, Madam, the young master's condition is stable. There are no problems at the moment. I can come back for the next routine check-up."
Then she left, but as expected, after being interrupted, Song Xingyao's thoughts were quickly drawn away by Fu Xunzhi's physical condition.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
After Song Xingyao finished eating, she went to the nursery, while Fu Siming returned to Tiansheng.
Actually, the reasons I gave this morning weren't entirely false. Recently, Tiansheng's overseas branch has indeed had some problems. The project in the south is progressing smoothly because there are no more obstacles, but Gu Mai is busy saving his son while also dealing with the small piece of the S country market that he just conquered.
Zhuo Wen went back specifically to help remove the obstacles, and only last night did he send a brief "ok" to his phone.
Country S.
Gu Mai sat in the old master's study, with the old servant standing respectfully to his side.
The interior decorations in this house haven't been changed yet, and it's clear that the new owner is still getting used to the house.
The butler walked in, placed one hand on his left shoulder, and bowed respectfully. "Master, the young master has recovered. The family we contacted is a simple and honest estate owner. Neither of them can have children, and they have agreed to adopt the young master."
Gu Mai's pupils contracted slightly, and he exhaled a long puff of smoke. "Hmm, hurry up and send him there. Don't let the second brother find out."
"Yes." The old butler received the instruction, bowed, and withdrew.
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