Zhuo Wen's meaningful address was like someone who understood all the entanglements and then stood aside to watch the show.
That flippant tone was somewhat off-putting.
She snapped out of her daze and extended her hand toward the man: "Hello, I'm Song Xingyao."
Zhuo Wen was somewhat impressed by her calm response, which was completely unlike her resolute demeanor as she sat by the bridge two days ago, ready to face death.
He reached out and gently grasped her hand. As he released her, he produced a piece of paper from who-knows-where and handed it to Song Xingyao.
"This is my business card."
The familiar conversation and the familiar gold-embossed business card finally made some impression on Song Xingyao.
Slightly taken aback, "You're Zhuo Wen?"
"It seems you have a good memory. We met once before at the mall."
"Thank you for saving me."
Zhuo Wen didn't care. "No need for thanks. I can only say you were lucky to be alive. It was just a coincidence that I ran into you. Otherwise, you would be reporting to the King of Hell."
His words were infuriating, but there was no room for rebuttal. If he hadn't happened to be passing by, I probably really would have...
Song Xingyao shivered. Seeing him turn off the TV and get up to leave, she called out to him anxiously.
"Mr. Zhuo, could you do me a favor? If Fu Siming really finds you, please tell him I've never seen him before..."
Turning back and seeing her pleading expression, Zhuo Wen raised an eyebrow. "Don't you want to go back with him? Everyone in Jiangcheng knows he's looking for you. It's clear that President Fu is quite devoted—"
Deep affection? Ha?
Although she harbored resentment, she had no intention of speaking ill of Fu Siming in front of other men.
"I hope you can do me this favor. You said you owed me a favor last time."
Although it seemed a bit unreasonable to make demands after being rescued and staying at someone's place, Song Xingyao still spoke up with hope that Zhuo Wen would see things through to the end.
But the next second, her hope was shattered.
"Unfortunately—it's too late. Mr. Fu's people have already tracked me down by the surveillance footage. He contacted me last night, but I told him that I was still unconscious and that he would be arriving soon."
!! !! ?
Song Xingyao resisted fiercely, and for a moment she stood up anxiously, as if she was about to run out of the building and disappear without a trace.
Zhuo Wen found her hurried and flustered movements somewhat amusing, but also a little puzzling.
He did receive a call from Fu Siming.
After all, the cross-river bridge is not a remote place. With a little thought and his strength, he could easily find out by tracking the surveillance footage that he rescued Song Xingyao.
Zhuo Wen could clearly sense that Fu Siming was trying to remain calm on the phone, but he could still feel his anxiety.
With a hint of doubt, she asked, "Why don't you want to go back? Mr. Fu seems deeply in love and very anxious to find you."
She stopped moving, her eyes dimmed and turned cold, and her voice gently whispered in his ear.
"Because that's not love. That kind of feeling where only one person is standing on the top is not love."
Some were surprised that the woman who had contemplated suicide just two days ago would say such things today because she didn't want to go back with Fu Siming.
The room suddenly fell silent as an older female housekeeper entered. "Young Master, Mr. Fu has arrived."
Desperate times call for desperate measures, and Song Xingyao was trying to figure out where to jump off so as not to break her leg.
Zhuo Wen spoke to Shi Yu, who was eating at the table, "Shi Yu, take her to the secret passage."
Song Xingyao didn't even dare to make a sound as her silent, grateful gaze passed by her.
He then instructed the steward to bring Fu Siming in.
Zhuo Wen casually leaned back on the sofa, and a maid brought two cups of tea and placed them on their respective seats.
The usually composed Fu Siming now seemed distracted and asked bluntly, "Mr. Zhuo, where is my wife?"
"Mr. Fu, please don't rush. Why don't we talk about business first?"
Thinking she was going to use Song Xingyao as a bargaining chip to negotiate cooperation terms, he frowned.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhuo, for saving my wife, but I have no intention of discussing cooperation today. I'm here to take my wife home."
Zhuo Wen raised the corners of his eyes, shook his head slightly, and even blew on the hot tea in his hand as if it were an unintentional gesture.
If Fu Siming were to sit at the negotiating table in his current state, he would be no different from a fish on a chopping board.
It seems that Song Xingyao holds a rather high position in his heart, he thought to himself.
Seeing that Fu Siming was starting to get impatient, she slowly uttered what she wanted to say.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, Ms. Song was actually awake this morning, had breakfast here, and then left."
"They left?" Fu Siming was skeptical.
"Yes, besides, she's a living person, I have no right to force her to stay here... otherwise it would be a crime—what do you think?"
There wasn't a single trace of lying on the surface; if he wasn't a master liar, he must have been a really good actor.
"Leave? Where could she go?"
If Zhuo Wen's communication with them goes cold, then searching for him again will be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
He waved his hand without saying a word.
Fu Siming thanked him and turned to leave.
"In any case, thank you Mr. Zhuo for saving me."
Fu Siming looked somewhat dejected as he returned empty-handed, when Zhuo Wen's words suddenly came out.
"Mr. Fu, why doesn't your wife want to go back with you? I mentioned to her that you would come to see her, but she seemed very reluctant, well—she seemed to want to run away right away."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man behind the screen in the hall paused.
“There’s been some misunderstanding between us.” He seemed to pause for a moment before adding, “If you can get in touch with her, please pass on my message that I will explain everything to her in person.”
Then he left the villa at a leisurely pace.
When Song Xingyao was brought out by Shi Yu, she was still unwilling.
They were afraid he would turn back again, like prey trying to escape a trap.
Zhuo Wen looked at her. If that man had been even half as good as Fu Siming, Zhuo Yue wouldn't have ended up like this.
Song Xingyao had no intention of staying long at the home of this man she had only met once.
But she has nowhere to go now, and the only person who could probably take her in is Qiao Yiming.
However, the Qiao family in Jiangcheng was still more fearful than the Fu family, and they were not necessarily able to help him.
The man in front of her had just helped her get rid of Fu Siming.
Now that she's in this situation, Song Xingyao suddenly realizes that since being with Fu Siming, she has become a pampered canary without any guilt.
Because of her mother's passing and Fu Yao's influence, she found it difficult to clearly perceive the existence of family affection within the Fu family.
From the day she agreed to marry Fu Siming, she gradually led herself down a dead end.
The stranger in front of her turned out to be the only person she could turn to for help.
It's really quite ridiculous...
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