The light, cheerful tune didn't make the atmosphere here cheerful; instead, it brought a sense of tension.
The phone rang for a while but no one answered. Fu Siming breathed a sigh of relief, secretly hoping that the little tune would end like this.
He desperately wanted to find other ways to keep Fu Yao calm.
Song Xingyao searched around in the rain for a while, but couldn't find any trace of the nurse from before.
I stopped walking and realized that my phone had been vibrating in my pocket.
Thinking it was good news from the hospital, I quickly took out my phone.
The three words "Fu Siming" on the screen rekindled her hope.
If it were him, he would definitely have a way, right?
He swiped to answer the call, his voice tinged with excitement.
“Fu Siming… I can’t find him, I can’t find him.”
A voice, trembling with tears, came through the phone.
His heart sank as well.
Fu Yao stared at her phone, gesturing for Fu Siming to speak quickly, and brought the syringe she was holding one step closer.
Fu Siming suppressed his emotions, his voice trembling slightly as he said, "Song Xingyao, let's break up!"
Song Xingyao didn't react in time and was about to ask another question.
The next second, a loud bang rang in my mind.
"What did you say?" The sounds of traffic in the rain suddenly fell silent, as if it were not in the middle of the road, but in a quiet and deep basement.
Her lips trembled, but Song Xingyao still clearly understood what was most important right now.
She gently loosened her tightly clenched lips.
"Fu Siming, can we talk about this later? I said Fu Xunzhi is missing, can you help me find him?"
It was as if they were begging for help from a stranger; the silent calm made the atmosphere on both sides somewhat eerie.
Fu Yao didn't hear her frantic screams and desperate pleas, but she still felt uneasy.
She mouthed to Fu Siming to call her over.
She refused to believe that she could remain so calm and composed after seeing her husband and children with another woman.
Fu Siming's eyes were a little red, and he was unwilling to argue with her any further.
But Fu Yao's syringe was already stuck in his neck, the needle tip sinking into Fu Xunzhi's fair skin.
Fu Xunzhi's crying, which had stopped, started again.
Song Xingyao sensitively caught the clear and piercing cry of the baby.
Her hand holding the phone trembled again.
Then Fu Siming's emotionless voice came over, "No need to look anymore, the child is with me, come over."
Before she could finish reciting the address, Song Xingyao had already hailed a taxi and left.
The bodyguards who were originally with her never expected Song Xingyao to leave suddenly, and they didn't drive over.
He could only watch helplessly as the taxi exhaust fumes sprayed onto his face before calling Jiang Man, who was at the hospital, to report the situation.
So the police officers in the office suddenly had another task: finding Song Xingyao.
The taxi driver was urged by Song Xingyao to speed up.
When Song Xingyao heard Fu Siming say that the child was with him, she blocked out all the rest of the content.
All I want is to find Fu Xunzhi immediately. As for Fu Siming's suggestion of separation, it's nothing compared to the joy of having Fu Xunzhi back.
Her heart was pounding, and her palms were covered in cold sweat.
She didn't even dare to think about what she would do if something happened to Fu Xunzhi.
Fu Siming knew that things had gotten out of control, and he wanted to get rid of this trouble before Song Xingyao arrived.
But the sharp object in her hand was pressed against the child's throat.
“He’s here now. You just want to see Song Xingyao break down. I’ll play along. But if anything happens to him, you won’t be able to leave this room either.”
Fu Yao pondered for a moment, feeling that the real show hadn't even started yet, so she moved her hand away a little.
But the strength in his hands did not loosen at all; he held the child tightly, the cloth wrapped around him wrinkling.
It felt like my neck was being choked, making it hard to breathe.
Facing a blinding beam of light from the doorway, Fu Siming shook his head.
Fu Siming suddenly spoke up, "You don't want her to give up? I have a better way. Cooperate with me."
She glanced at him suspiciously, then listened to Fu Siming's plan and found it quite interesting.
Thus, the standoff between the two seemed to have turned into a close and intimate stand-up comedy.
Just as I relaxed my guard, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Fu Yao's nerves immediately tensed up, and the syringe in her hand was pressed against Fu Xunzhi's delicate neck.
Seeing this, Fu Siming also sounded the alarm.
If Song Xingyao rushed up at this moment, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Song Xingyao didn't see Fu Xunzhi immediately when she entered the room.
What came into view was the two intimately close people, with Fu Xunzhi placed in Fu Yao's arms!
My first thought was, thankfully he's alright.
The next second, Fu Siming's words pinned her to the spot.
"See that? If you see it, get out of there!"
The anxiety in his tone was interpreted as impatience and disgust.
Song Xingyao almost lost her balance, but still managed to speak, "Let me see him."
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably; she didn't know for whom they were flowing.
She took a step forward, and even more cold sweat seeped from Fu Siming's forehead.
The cold tone stopped her in her tracks.
“Song Xingyao, hasn’t divorce always been your wish? If that’s the case, I’ll let you go. However, Fu Xunzhi is the eldest son of the Fu family, and he will never suffer outside with you.”
Song Xingyao stood there stunned, tears welling up in her eyes, on the verge of collapse.
Looking at the two people pressed tightly together in front of him, and Fu Xunzhi babbling in his arms.
Song Xingyao suddenly felt that they really were like a family, and that she was the ridiculous outsider.
He saw Fu Yao's smug expression reflected in his eyes.
A muffled thud.
Song Xingyao knelt on the ground and pleaded with Fu Yao.
"Please, give me back my child. I'll give you Fu Siming, I don't want him anymore, just give me back my child."
Upon hearing this, all three of them froze on the spot. Fu Siming looked at her, who was filled with despair and sorrow, and wished he could stop her right then and there.
Then he immediately pulled her into his arms, but...
Song Xingyao actually knelt down, and even Fu Yao, who had been eagerly anticipating the drama, was caught off guard.
But her instinct made her smile.
"Get out! Song Xingyao."
With suppressed emotions and restraint, the words spoken were as hurtful as frost.
"Don't be delusional!" Each word felt like a knife cutting into my heart.
He knew he couldn't take the child from them.
Song Xingyao stood up, stared in Fu Siming's direction, uttered a few words, and then disappeared into the room.
Wait until the door closes.
Fu Yao finally burst into laughter.
"Hahaha... I never expected this, Fu Siming! I thought you loved her so much? In the end, you chose the Fu family bloodline instead of her..."
She took a half step back and held the syringe she had been hiding high in the air.
"You think you can really save him? Fu Siming! I'll make you lose everything!!!"
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