This time, he acted without any hesitation.
The anxious turn left Song Xingyao's mind blank.
There was no lingering affection or reluctance, yet his eyes concealed an inexplicable anxiety and guilt.
This time, he hadn't even had a chance to tell Song Xingyao to wait for him.
The woman on the bed had already gotten off and was blocking the doorway.
It stopped him in his tracks.
Fu Siming's expression was somewhat unpleasant. "Move aside. I'll finish dealing with this. The matter isn't resolved yet. Once I'm done, I'll definitely tell you everything."
Song Xingyao was truly helpless, and her body, which had been supporting her against the door, went limp.
She looked at him intently. "Can't you just not go looking for her?"
Without even saying her name, the two of them already knew who she was.
...
Fu Siming had no choice but to agree to her request, so he had people keep an eye on her day and night, and finally discovered a clue to the path to the antidote.
If she gets away now, all our previous efforts will have been in vain.
"I'm sorry, Song Xingyao, I must find her."
He pulled the person into his arms and then switched their positions.
The last thing I heard was a light, indifferent "I'm sorry."
The sound of the door closing dispersed the noise.
Song Xingyao had no more tears left, because even her last tears couldn't keep him.
Fu Yao is really important to him.
It turns out that regardless of the order in which people appear in the story, the one you don't love is the one who ends up being the joke.
"Hahaha...hahahaha..."
Song Xingyao laughed, mocking her own overestimation of her abilities.
It turns out that no matter how many chances I give him, it's all useless.
He didn't care about this opportunity at all, given that he had the upper hand in the relationship.
To be honest, he didn't care about the opportunity she gave him at all.
Just like when she first heard Jiang Man say those words, her heart clenched, her chest felt like it was filled with water, and the feeling of suffocation almost took away her only source of breath.
The spring rain was continuous. It was supposed to be the season for all things to grow, but there was no sign of life. Only the wild grass by the bridge grew wildly, and the carefully cultivated flower branches drooped their heads from the continuous drizzle.
No matter how well a skilled gardener tends to a weed, its ultimate fate is to bear the wind and rain on its own.
Song Xingyao should have recognized this fact long ago.
Inside Gu Mai's villa.
On the way back with Fu Yao, the woman finally showed an expression other than fear and surprise in her eyes.
In the morning, he received an envelope delivered by Fu Bowen's personal envoy.
When it was shaken out, only a very easily overlooked piece of paper fell out.
The document contained the address of the villa in the southern suburbs and a message that read, "You might be interested."
The address was familiar, but Gu Mai couldn't recall having any recollection of it. Besides, since it was sent by a cunning person like Fu Bowen, why bother with it?
He had only read two lines of text on the contract when he suddenly looked up.
I recalled the question he asked me in the private room.
He called upon several of his usual strong bodyguards and went to that place with them.
Fu Siming never imagined that someone would break into this remote mountain area and kidnap someone.
When he arrived in his car, the strong man from before had been knocked down next to the sofa.
This person was more than capable of keeping an eye on Fu Yao; he was really careless.
When the man was woken up, he saw Fu Siming standing in front of the door smoking.
He didn't get up, but knelt on the ground directly: "President Fu, it's my fault for not handling things properly, and he got away."
He had already surveyed the surroundings; the man had brought at least three or four people with him. If they were all well-trained, it was no wonder that he couldn't fight them off with his bare hands.
"Get up."
"yes!"
"Did you see clearly?" A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Hmm, the leader doesn't look like he's from Jiangcheng. He has a Western face and is accompanied by four capable bodyguards. Before he passed out, I saw Fu Yao hugging his leg. Their relationship is quite special."
Is their relationship unusual? A Western face?
With just two words, he quickly recalled Fu Yao, Fu Bowen's old flame who had been hanging out with him since he returned to China.
The fact that the two of them can get along peacefully suggests that Fu Bowen really has no interest in dealing with Yao, and his involvement with her is purely to oppose himself.
However, judging from this, Gu Mai's treatment of Yao doesn't seem as heartless as his investigation had suggested.
If she gets away, Song Xingyao and her son will be in even greater danger.
Fu Siming sent the bodyguards who had been guarding the hospital a few days ago to Haiyan. Although it was a safe place, there was no guarantee that she wouldn't take a risk.
Meanwhile, Fu Yao was in Gu Mai's villa.
She changed from being afraid of him to feeling comfortable and at ease appreciating him as if he were her own home.
Gu Mai's eyes followed her movements.
"If you don't want to get caught by him these days, you'd better stay here."
Fu Yao ignored him and made no response, because this man was willing to risk going against Fu Siming to save her, so the bargaining chip was now in her hands.
After she had surveyed the area like she was inspecting her territory, she sat down close to him.
Her eyes were full of feigned insincerity and flattery, practically hanging on him.
She was no longer the manic woman she had been when he imprisoned her; she was more like... a woman who was being affectionate and vulnerable with someone she was close to.
Gu Mai remained unchanged, looking down at her.
There was a strong sense of satisfaction from the competitive spirit within me.
Fu Yao, who was originally in a sorry state, gradually became more pleasing to the eye.
At night, Fu Yao sat in front of her dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror.
Dry hair and red scabs that had naturally formed on the face due to neglect.
In a fit of anger, he picked up the ashtray next to him and smashed it directly at the mirror.
Gu Mai's study was not far away. Hearing the crisp sound, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.
This familiar sound filled him with a strange sense of anticipation for the first time.
Fu Yao was determined to make Fu Siming and Song Xingyao pay back tenfold or a hundredfold for her suffering.
The posture of weakness shown in the afternoon has now been replaced by anger and hatred.
She came up with a plan.
Song Xingyao didn't sleep all night, sitting by Fu Xunzhi's small bed, watching the child's sleeping face.
She was trying to figure out how to get Fu Siming to agree to give her the child even after the divorce.
The thought of Fu Xunzhi calling Fu Yao "mother" if the two of them were together made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
However, Fu Xunzhi is the eldest grandson of the Fu family, and it is not an easy task to take the child from the hands of such a large family.
She consulted a lawyer who had previously helped translate documents.
Just hearing the name of the Fu family and the fact that they've gone to court makes it seem almost ridiculous for a judge to discuss and decide on child custody for a single mother from a family like the Fu family.
Regardless of their family circumstances.
The lawyer told her the cruelest outcome: with Fu Siming's background and wealth, and the legal team he could afford, unless he voluntarily gave up, gaining custody of the child would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.
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