Fu Siming was the first to regain consciousness and saw his mother staring intently at him from the doorway.
There wasn't the slightest hint of embarrassment on his face.
He put his finger to his lips, signaling not to wake Song Xingyao. Jiang Man waited for him at the door for a while.
He had already come out fully dressed.
Jiang Man didn't want to talk to him these days. After all, although the Fu family was ashamed of what he did, she never cared what others thought.
She was mainly angry that Fu Siming was still entangled with that woman.
"Don't blame your grandfather, you deserve it too. What was supposed to be a joyous occasion has turned into a huge joke. Forget about him, I want to go up there and give you a couple of whacks myself!"
He didn't take his mother's rambling about turning against his own family seriously, since apart from him, none of the elders knew what Fu Yao had done.
Even if we confront them now, it will only cause unpleasantness between the two families and cause unnecessary worry.
Now that the antidote is gone, as long as Fu Xunzhi's blood test results come out in a few days, he will be completely fine.
The truth will then become clear.
We can also see how to deal with Fu Yao, that hot potato.
He thought he couldn't carry this burden for long.
As Jiang Man was talking, she realized that Fu Siming's mind had already wandered far away, and she slapped him in anger.
He groaned and came to his senses.
"knew……"
Seeing that he agreed, Jiang Man handed him the food box.
Fu Siming did not reach out to take it.
"Take her in...she probably doesn't want to see me right now."
This was half true and half false. The key point was that in my hazy consciousness yesterday, Song Xingyao's words, "Let's get a divorce," kept replaying in my mind.
It was like a demonic voice echoing in my ears; it wasn't so much that she didn't want to see me, but rather that I was afraid to face her.
Jiang Man shook her head, helpless.
"They seem smart, but when it really matters, they can't even tell right from wrong."
If Song Xingyao really didn't want him to stay, there were plenty of empty wards on this floor for him.
But she was too lazy to get involved; he deserved to suffer a bit.
She ignored him and went into the ward by herself.
He stood there alone for a long time before leaving.
When Song Xingyao woke up, Fu Siming was nowhere to be seen in the room.
Inside the room, only Jiang Man was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine.
She glanced around the room, noticing only the white sheets of the hospital bed next to her were stained with medicine from treating wounds.
There was no indication that a man had stayed here the previous night.
Does he really not want to see me?
Song Xingyao could not hide her disappointment.
Jiang Man said she didn't want to interfere in their relationship, but deep down she didn't want them to separate.
So while greeting Song Xingyao, he answered her questions about the source of Fu Siming's wound from yesterday.
Yesterday, Fu Siming took the initiative to return to the Fu family's old residence.
The moment I stepped into the old house, I was met with a devastating blow.
The old man was upright and resolute throughout his life, but he never expected to have a grandson who was indecisive and wishful thinking.
They didn't step forward to take responsibility after the incident.
This was something the old man simply couldn't tolerate.
Fu Siming remained silent, leading the old man to believe that he still did not know where he had gone wrong.
So, in front of the couple, she gave him a severe beating.
Fu Siming had never been punished so severely in his life except for the day he broke the belongings left by Old Madam Fu.
I have never been beaten so tolerantly before.
But this time, the family discipline his grandfather gave him actually made him feel at ease, because it was something he owed Song Xingyao.
He deserves it.
Song Xingyao was still shocked after hearing Jiang Man's brief retelling of the story.
Such a proud person as him was able to take the anger of his elders for granted.
Perhaps he really was wrong; he really did something wrong, which is why he acted this way.
Seeing that her expression was off, Jiang Man quickly changed the subject, "It's okay, this kid is very resilient, let's have breakfast first."
"Yaoyao, how can the hospital be a suitable place for you and your child to stay permanently? Why not go home? There are maids to take care of you at home, and you'll recover better there."
He had intended to avoid Fu Siming for a while longer, but Jiang Man's words were not without reason.
Even if she wanted to leave, the people Fu Siming called from the hospital prevented her from doing so.
She nodded in agreement.
These past few days, it's unclear whether Fu Siming has been deliberately avoiding me or if he genuinely has something to deal with.
In short, I was unable to see him at the hospital.
On the day he was discharged from the hospital, Jiang Man personally came to pick him and Fu Xunzhi up.
It was as if he could feel a burning gaze on him from behind.
Song Xingyao turned around and saw that apart from the white walls and load-bearing columns, there was not even any light or shadow on the ground.
Then he turned around and got into the car.
Returning to Haiyan again, almost every corner holds memories of the past.
He had been waiting for this explanation for a long time, since Fu Siming wasn't coming back.
Then we should find a way to force him to return.
She also staged a self-inflicted injury by locking herself in the sauna and then deliberately asking Aunt Qi to bring her fever-reducing medicine.
Sure enough, 20 minutes later, the sound of a car parking at the entrance could be heard.
She pretended to be sick and lay in bed, wrapped in a thick quilt.
Only her pink face, which had just been steamed, was visible.
Before Fu Siming could even touch her forehead, a hand reached out from under the covers and grabbed him.
Where do you want to go this time?
Only then did I realize that I had been scammed.
Her resolute expression carried a hint of inquiry and questioning.
He thought she was going to discuss their breakup again.
He excitedly and quickly distanced himself from her.
Having finally gained the upper hand, Song Xingyao gripped his hand, but his backward movement pulled half of her body out of the blanket.
The once neatly arranged pajamas were now in disarray.
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