Song Xingyao had no mind to think about anything else. She wet a towel and cleaned and wiped Fu Siming, but Fu Siming suddenly grabbed her hand and couldn't move. The two were locked in a stalemate.
While struggling to break free, Song Xingyao worried that he wanted water, so she gently pressed against him and asked, "Do you want some water?"
The man tightened his grip even more.
"Yao... Yao... Yao Yao... Don't go..."
...Song Xingyao heard what he said and sat stunned on the edge of the bed.
She wasn't that irrational; of course she knew that the Yao Yao Fu Siming was talking about wasn't her. But it still felt like being thrown into the snow and exposed to the cold wind all night—a sudden tightness in her chest.
She continued wiping without stopping. She waited for a long time until the man's breathing became even before she gently squatted down beside him and lightly lifted the hair that had covered his eyebrows and eyes.
"You probably don't remember me... but I recognized you at first glance."
“That day in the cabin, you asked me what my name was, and I said it was Yao Yao. You asked if I didn’t have a surname? I said I didn’t know, the headmistress just called me Yao Yao.”
"So the person you love is also named Yao Yao. Suddenly I feel that even if she doesn't have a name, just being called Yao Yao would be fine."
...
Song Xingyao didn't remember how long she talked. The next day, when she got out of bed, Fu Siming was already gone from the room.
When I went downstairs, I heard Aunt Qi say, "Young Master went to S Country and we don't know when he'll be back. He left in a hurry. You were still asleep when I left, Madam. You worked hard taking care of him last night, so I didn't wake you up."
"……oh."
Song Xingyao couldn't understand what urgent matter had caused him to get so drunk last night and then set off on his journey so early this morning.
What surprised Song Xingyao even more was that for the next two weeks, Fu Siming seemed to have completely disappeared. There was no news of him, his phone didn't ring, and the doorbell was silent.
Song Xingyao made several calls but no one answered, so she couldn't help but ask Lao Xu for Pei's assistant's phone number and dialed it.
"Hello? Is this Assistant Pei?"
"Madam?" Pei Jing was somewhat surprised to receive Song Xingyao's call.
"Fu Siming, is he... alright?"
Pei Jing was speechless. His boss rushed off to Country S, and things at the company were relatively stable. However, he couldn't very well tell Madam Fu directly that her husband had gone to find someone, especially a woman.
Thinking of this, he quickly spoke up: "The matter with President Fu is a bit tricky. He'll be back once he's dealt with it. Is there anything you need me to tell you, Madam?"
"No...it's alright...it's alright now, you can go ahead with your work."
After hanging up the phone, Pei Jing shook his head. Actually, there was something he couldn't pass on…
Fu Siming was in a hurry this time, and when there was company business to discuss, he didn't say a word of unnecessary talk. It's hard not to sigh that capitalists really only care about their own happiness...
Upon hearing Pei Jing's words, Song Xingyao realized that the negotiations were indeed complicated. Without thinking further, she logged into her old WeChat account on her computer and saw that her old client from university had asked her to translate documents.
During her university years, Song Xingyao had to earn her own living expenses. Fortunately, she was good at English and took on some translation work. Her translations were of high quality, which naturally attracted a lot of clients.
Song Xingyao opened the chat window. It was a big job. This time, she was taking on a book with many technical terms, but the timeframe was very long. They said she only needed to translate the second half of the text, with a six-month turnaround time, but the reward was 100,000 yuan!
100,000! She hadn't forgotten that Song Ping and his wife had asked Fu Siming for 500,000, which they would have to repay eventually. Without hesitation, she accepted the offer immediately and sent the message back.
Although I had some savings from my previous job, it was still not enough.
She doesn't need to eat or stay now. She only used the card Fu Siming gave her to buy a computer. The original card is still at the Song family's house. Although she doesn't know the password, she needs to get a replacement card as soon as possible so that the Song family won't keep thinking about it.
While the Song family was away, he secretly asked Lao Xu to take her back to retrieve her documents.
She didn't actually keep her things at the Song family's house, but in the dog shed on the rooftop. Song Ping and his wife, along with Song Qiao, would often secretly rummage through her things. Once, An Suqin found her half a year's worth of savings and stuffed it directly into her pocket.
Unexpectedly, after taking the things downstairs, I ran into Song Qiao, who was returning home, at the entrance of the residential area.
Last time, Song Ping said he would introduce her to a job, even a big company like Tiansheng, but the information has been submitted for a long time and there has been no follow-up. She was extremely anxious, probably because that hussy Song Xingyao was whispering in her ear to that sugar daddy.
When Song Qiao saw the bag in her hand, she was about to step forward and snatch it away, asking, "What did you steal from home?"
Hearing what she said, Song Xingyao couldn't help but chuckle, "Steal? In your place? What's worth stealing?"
"Help! Thief! Someone's stealing!"
More and more people gathered around. The neighbors recognized Song Xingyao and knew that the Song family had treated her badly, often hearing loud beatings and scoldings. A few years ago, the Song family started a small business and made Song Xingyao work as a waitress there for a long time, which was heartbreaking to see.
"Hey, Xiao Song, it's been so long since you came back. You should have found a job by now that you've graduated."
Song Xingyao smiled at Aunt Zhang: "Yes, I came back to get some of my own things."
Seeing that no one was going to help her, Song Qiao became a little anxious. "Who knows what you took from home?" She stepped forward to grab it, scattering the bag all over the ground, along with cards and scraps of paper.
Bai Xiujin came to this area today to inspect the development of the park. The Bai family wanted to return to Jiangcheng and had gone to great lengths to secure a government project. Today, they came to inspect the environment, but unexpectedly encountered this bustling scene.
He wasn't there to join in the fun, but since this matter concerned the future acquisition plan for the building, he was about to go forward to inquire about the details when he saw Song Xingyao being grabbed by the hair by a woman, her hands and feet rubbing against each other from the pulling.
Bai Xiujin: Stop!
All three stopped what they were doing. Aunt Zhang came to help Song Xingyao pack her things, but unexpectedly, Song Qiao pushed her to the ground.
Seeing the sound but not the person, Song Qiao was about to speak again: "What's it to you..."
Before he could finish speaking, they saw a handsome young man, casually dressed in a suit with the sleeves rolled up slightly, revealing glimpses of his hands. Even so, everyone could tell that he was of considerable wealth.
Song Qiao quickly shut her mouth, released her hand and supported herself on the floor with her seemingly weak hand, her eyes still glancing at Bai Xiujin from time to time.
Song Xingyao had already been helped up by Bai Xiujin and Aunt Zhang, and her things had been repacked and placed in her hands.
Bai Xiujin: Are you alright?
Song Xingyao recognized him too: "It's you? I'm fine, just a few scratches."
Bai Xiujin reached out and smoothed her disheveled hair with his fingers.
"Hiss..." The scalp that had just been pulled finally made Song Xingyao cry out in pain, and she didn't even have time to react and try to dodge Bai Xiujin's hand.
Seeing Bai Xiujin treat Song Xingyao so gently, Song Qiao was furious, but the neighbors around her started criticizing her, making her lose all face.
Song Qiao said awkwardly, "Really, if my sister wants to take something, she can just say so politely, why is she grabbing it..."
Seeing Song Qiao shamelessly busy displaying her feathers, and then seeing Bai Xiujin, everyone around understood what was going on and sighed that this little girl from the Song family was incredibly shameless.
But to her surprise, Bai Xiujin didn't even glance at her.
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