Fu Siming picked up a thin shard of glass with his fingers and placed it on her face.
Fu Yao showed no fear whatsoever; her reddened eyes stared straight at him.
She spoke in a light, airy voice, "Fu Siming, do you know? Song Xingyao has known all along where you've been these past few days without her. Do you think a woman who hides something like this is doing so because she loves you, or because she's given up on you?"
Recalling Song Xingyao's strange behavior and reactions recently, his hand paused, and a bloody mark quickly appeared on Fu Yao's face.
But Fu Yao didn't seem to have finished speaking.
His voice, weak and feeble from blood loss, carried over, yet struck him with a heavy blow.
"Fu Siming, do you think you only hurt Song Xingyao once? You mistook her for someone else and loved the wrong person, hahaha... Do you know how long she waited for you in that wooden house? Because of waiting for you, she missed the chance to reunite with her biological parents and was adopted by that gambling family, hahaha..."
Every word felt like a knife to his heart.
Is Song Xingyao the girl?
She had been right beside him all along, but he hadn't recognized her.
Seeing his shocked and bewildered expression.
Fu Yao felt extremely happy.
If I can't have him, then I'll destroy him.
Fu Yao's laughter was grating, and he slapped her, making her turn her head to the side.
I got up and made a phone call, and someone came over shortly afterward.
She bowed and greeted Fu Siming. He looked down at the woman lying on the ground, her white skirt stained with bright red blood.
"Check the security cameras inside the house; they've all been removed. Keep a close eye on her; don't let her escape."
"yes!"
He should be by Song Xingyao's side right now, but he doesn't dare.
The phone screen flickers, repeating its mission of lighting up and then turning off.
Countless calls and messages flooded in, but he had no interest in opening them.
After the city lights were turned off, Fu Siming parked his car in a bungalow in the suburbs.
The wooden house that originally stood here has been renovated into a detached single-story villa.
Before Fu Yao went abroad, he bought this piece of land that was about to be developed, renovated it, and prepared to give it to that girl.
But before she could deliver it, Fu Yao had already disappeared.
The surrounding area was incredibly quiet. What should have been an orphanage had been commercially developed into a resort area, making this private residence stand out in a particularly special way.
Recalling Song Xingyao's figure standing in the garden that day, I finally understood where that strange sense of familiarity came from.
It turns out that she had said the exact same thing to me in my memory.
I recalled Song Xingyao's several times when she seemed about to say something but then stopped.
I remember her happily asking if the name of her child, Xunzhi, was good?
It turned out that she had recognized him all along, and he had disappointed her time and time again.
The early spring rain came suddenly, the fine rain seeped into his clothes and clung to his body, and when a breeze passed by, it was icy cold.
Song Xingyao's situation wasn't much better.
Her face was deathly pale. This time, Jiang Man didn't leave her alone, but took her directly back to Haiyan to wait for her rebellious son to return.
Fu Xunzhi, who is usually well-behaved, was somehow impossible to soothe today, and her crying echoed throughout the living room.
It made me feel inexplicably uneasy and anxious.
Even though Jiang Man felt sorry for the child, she knew that the one who needed comfort the most right now was not the crying child, but Song Xingyao, who was sitting quietly to the side.
Fu Ting was sent to the children's room to help Qi Ma soothe the children.
She stayed in the living room to sit quietly with Song Xingyao.
"Yaoyao... Yaoyao..."
After calling her several times, Song Xingyao seemed to have left her body and didn't react at all.
He just sat there, motionless, like a puppet, his eyes vacant.
Jiang Man was extremely worried, her chest filled with a mixture of anxiety and anger.
Sensing that Song Xingyao had finally made a move, she turned around and quickly caught the limp person.
"Doctor! Doctor! Call a doctor!"
Hearing the shouts, Fu Ting, who was inside the house, quickly ran out.
Seeing that Jiang Man was about to lose her strength and slip away from Song Xingyao, he quickly picked up Song Xingyao and carried her outside.
Jiang Man followed behind him.
The two took the person to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Watching Song Xingyao lying there quietly with the IV drip attached.
Jiang Man finally couldn't hold back her tears and leaned against Fu Ting's chest.
"It's all my fault. If I hadn't been preparing for Xunzhi's full moon celebration, this wouldn't have happened."
Fu Ting sighed, unsure of what to say to comfort her.
What I was thinking was: Damn it, hurry up and come back to clean up the mess you left behind, that's what a man does.
The old man never expected that his grandson would have such an ambiguous relationship with that girl from the Fu family.
This time, I didn't get so angry that I jumped up and down or fainted. I just wanted to wait for him to come back and give him a good beating to wake him up.
The whole city was in an uproar; everyone knew about it.
Fu Bowen looked at the newspaper on the table. The headline prominently featured the excitement of the previous night and the news of Tiansheng's stock price plummeting to its daily limit.
He recalled Fu Yao, who had come to him a few days ago, asking him to help her with some arrangements for her nephew's one-month celebration.
Surprised by the effect, he smirked, wondering what Fu Siming would rely on to overcome this difficulty.
However, compared to this, her method not only severely damaged the company's stock price, but also raised the question of whether her beloved sister-in-law would become her ex-sister-in-law.
Recalling Song Xingyao's pale face when Jiang Man led her out of the hall, he found the turn of events to be unexpectedly interesting.
There is something he doesn't yet know.
Fu Siming reappeared three days later.
Qi's mother was at home taking care of Fu Xunzhi when she saw the door suddenly open.
They assumed it was Jiang Man who came to pick up some daily necessities for Song Xingyao.
Unexpectedly, it was Fu Siming who returned. His clothes were wet and then dried, no longer as stiff as before. Stubble had sprouted on his chin, and his face was expressionless. His head was covered in water stains from the spring rain outside, making him look somewhat disheveled.
After realizing what was happening, she at least offered him a clean towel, but Fu Siming ignored her.
The guest bell behind me rang again.
Jiang Man casually put the umbrella aside and called out, "Aunt Qi, are you all packed?"
Qi's mother was stunned for a moment before hurriedly going in and bringing out the clothes she had packed for Song Xingyao to wear in the hospital.
As soon as I stepped outside, I heard a clear and loud sound.
Snap—
A slap sent Fu Siming, who was standing to the side, turning his head to the side.
His lifeless eyes didn't flicker at the sudden slap; instead, they remained frozen in place, motionless, as if still in the position after being struck.
Jiang Man was furious, and she slapped him with all her might.
My hands were trembling too.
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