In the flickering light, one could not discern the emotions in Gu Mai's eyes.
Zhuo Wen printed out every single word of Fu Siming's information on paper.
I flipped through a couple of pages and lost interest.
Orland? Why would he cooperate with Fu Siming?
Gu Mai felt that he had overlooked something, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out.
He smashed the documents in his hand and walked to a secluded glass room in the manor.
Looking at the instruments that had just been removed and the children sleeping peacefully in the closed room.
A barely perceptible smile played on his lips before he turned and left.
After the old man's will was executed, there was still a very important document locked in the archives.
Only after Gu Mai had completely eliminated the remaining members of the gang did the old steward take it out and present it to him.
Looking at the intricate business empire that stretched out like a spider web, Gu Mai finally had a clear understanding of the old man's ambition.
The old man has more than just this one or two things hidden away.
Jiangcheng was drawn with a large circle around it, which was one of the old man's last wishes.
Although he could easily live off his wealth now, he could live off it for the rest of his life and still not be able to squander it all.
However, it must be said that the old man's ruthlessness lies in his understanding of what kind of children his education would produce.
Aside from the third son, everyone in the family was eyeing him covetously, which hastened his death.
Three days later, the old butler personally escorted the child out of the manor. Gu Mai did not go with him, but stood by the window watching the car drive out of the manor.
He thought: That's it, I'll just grow up as an ordinary child.
That dirty, dark world should never have been part of your life from the moment the heart transplant ended.
In the evening, after listening to the old butler's report, Gu Mai casually left a few words and landed in Jiangcheng on his private plane.
The moment he landed, Fu Siming received the news.
As soon as they boarded the shuttle bus, the assistant was busy reporting on work. Gu Mai gently rubbed his right temple a few times and waved his hand.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow."
The assistant fell silent and sat motionless in the passenger seat.
He seemed like a robot, yet his eyes involuntarily glanced at Gu Mai in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
What I was thinking was: The new head of the family seems pretty good, much better than that strange old man from before.
The car remained quiet the entire way until it stopped in front of the villa. The assistant then spoke up: "Master, I will be here to pick you up early tomorrow morning to take you to our office in Jiangcheng."
"Hmm." Gu Mai felt that the serious and upright demeanor passed down from the old man had been contagious to everyone in the Sige family.
Even though I've already taken the position of head of the family, people are still urging me to go to work...
I was a little annoyed for a moment, but in order to understand the old man's territory and his past with Jiangcheng as soon as possible, I ultimately didn't say anything.
For several days in a row, Fu Siming received no further instructions from him.
On the contrary, Haiyan, ever since she brought Fu Xunzhi home...
With each new generation of family members, Song Xingyao's condition has indeed improved considerably.
Fu Siming rarely returned home without finding any guests, and Song Xingyao was not downstairs either.
The child was coaxed to sleep alone in the crib.
The quiet atmosphere made him feel somewhat uneasy.
He rushed upstairs like a madman.
It wasn't until the third door was opened that Song Xingyao was seen in the study.
Seeing him standing at the door, Song Xingyao panicked.
He hurriedly turned off his phone and laughed.
Song Xingyao: "You're back?"
Panting heavily, Fu Siming didn't notice the unnatural look in her expression.
He quickly walked to her side and held her in his arms, only then did he feel a sense of reality.
Both of them seemed to be standing still, unsure of what to do.
"What's wrong?" Song Xingyao spoke first, breaking the somewhat heavy atmosphere.
Hearing her ethereal voice coming from his chest, Fu Siming snapped back to reality and realized his lapse in composure.
He coughed lightly, but his eyes remained fixed on the woman in front of him.
"Nothing. Why did you come to the study by yourself?"
"...Well, Xiao Bao is asleep. I came upstairs to practice my calligraphy for a while."
She blurted it out.
The fleeting hesitation in her eyes was well concealed, and the man in front of her did not notice it at all.
The slightly messy paperweight on the table dispelled Fu Siming's concerns.
"Let's go, Xiao Bao should be awake by now. Mom said she'll be coming over tonight to discuss the full moon celebration, so I've asked Aunt Qi to prepare dinner early."
After saying that, he took her hand and led her downstairs, the grip on her wrist unmistakable.
Song Xingyao followed behind him and was obediently led away.
As expected, Jiang Man arrived on time after dinner.
Because of what happened this afternoon.
Fu Siming sat idly to the side, watching Song Xingyao and his mother discuss the full moon celebration.
The conversation drifted off-topic again to the first birthday celebration.
So she interrupted, "We haven't even had the full moon celebration yet, and you're already planning his first birthday? Why don't you just celebrate his anniversary once a month, Mom?"
Hearing his irritating remarks, Jiang Man rolled her eyes at him and began to consider whether his statement was even feasible.
Song Xingyao, however, seemed somewhat distracted.
Remembering the picture she received that afternoon, her gaze lingered on Fu Siming, who was bickering with Jiang Man.
After staring at her for a while, Fu Siming also felt her gaze.
Thinking she was tired, he politely offered Jiang Man a place to rest in Haiyan before preparing to leave with Song Xingyao.
But he was interrupted by Fu Xunzhi's crying, and he missed his target.
Song Xingyao was the quickest to react among the three, and it only took her a short while to rush into the children's room.
Fu Xunzhi then quieted down.
Jiang Man watched as Fu Siming hurriedly followed, feeling somewhat gratified.
For a long time after Fu Siming broke up with that woman, she thought her son's love life was in a dead end.
She even suspected that Fu Yao had cast a spell on him, making him so persistent.
Fortunately, that kind of woman wasn't worth his time.
Song Xingyao's appearance proves that the so-called logic of first come, first served in relationships is simply meaningless.
Seeing how far the two have come together and now have a child, she can finally relax.
She didn't disturb the couple's time together, and casually exchanged a few words with Qi's mother.
Then they went back to the old house.
In the children's room.
Just as Song Xingyao took off the baby's diaper, Fu Siming walked in.
They saw Fu Xunzhi, naked from the waist down, swaying his body from side to side on the platform.
Song Xingyao's movements were not very skillful.
Song Xingyao, who was a first-time mother, actually didn't change Fu Xunzhi's diapers very often.
In order not to disturb Song Xingyao's rest, Fu Siming hired a lot of people to take care of him.
Normally, these tasks are handled by Qi's mother and a professional postpartum nanny.
Song Xingyao was at a loss, and the baby's movements made things even more difficult for her.
Her soft voice gently coaxed the little dumpling on the table.
But Fu Xunzhi's usual obedient nature had vanished; he refused to cooperate no matter what.
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