Zhuo Wen looked at Song Xingyao's helpless expression.
I was wondering what else she could possibly do that would amuse me.
Sure enough, after the next sentence, Zhuo Wen's opinion of this woman changed dramatically.
"Mr. Zhuo, regarding the favor you mentioned owing me, can I still ask you to repay it?"
Her eyebrows twitched slightly, indicating no sign of rejection.
"I want to leave Jiangcheng—"
"You're just going to leave like this? You're not even going to take care of the children?"
These words were spot on, and they did indeed make her fall into deep thought.
When Song Xingyao thought of Fu Xunzhi, the jarring scene resurfaced in her mind.
Seeing her hesitation, he neither refused nor agreed.
"Then you'd better think it through before asking me for this favor again. Either don't leave, or if you do, leave cleanly."
He left the living room after giving Song Xingyao, who was still hesitating, his words.
In the study, Shi Yu couldn't understand why Zhuo Wen wanted to cooperate with Fu Siming on one hand, and also agree to help Song Xingyao escape from Fu Siming on the other.
Yes, rather than saying she wanted to leave Jiangcheng, it would be more accurate to say that Song Xingyao wanted to leave Fu Siming.
"Wen, if Fu Siming finds out about this, aren't you afraid that your cooperation plan will be affected?"
A soft laugh came from the window.
Fu Siming knew all along that she hadn't left.
"What? You still agreed to help her leave?"
"Don't worry, without evidence, what are the chances he'll fall out with me? Right now, his brother and Gu Mai are working together to clean up the remaining gangs in Jiangcheng. He doesn't seem that stupid to lose both his woman and his empire. But—"
Zhuo Wen habitually dragged out the last syllable, making listeners anxious, and his dart hit the bullseye.
"However, I do find Song Xingyao quite interesting. Her influence with Fu Siming is much greater than I imagined."
Shi Yu didn't respond. Long before cooperating with Fu Siming, he had investigated him and the people around him.
An orphan with no background suddenly became the young mistress of the Fu family.
Despite all the subsequent ups and downs, Song Xingyao remained by his side.
When I saw her being rescued from the bridge that day, I thought she was just another woman who couldn't handle any hardship.
But looking at her today, she's still somewhat different from ordinary women.
I don't know if it's because I couldn't save Zhuo Yue back then.
He was also infatuated with seeing just how capable this woman was.
Shi Yu could roughly understand what he meant from his expression, and wanted to give him some advice.
On second thought, perhaps this is the turning point for his recovery?
Song Xingyao stood on the balcony. Spring was almost over, and the heavy rain of the past few days had quietly ended the chill of winter.
A patch of weeds grew on the grass, almost covering the newly emerging flower buds.
Thinking of Fu Xunzhi's birth, thinking of him nestled softly in her arms, thinking of him turning over in bed babbling after each meal.
She unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth.
This is what Shi Yu saw when he came out of the study.
At this moment, she was surrounded by the long-lost moonlight, radiating a holy glow.
Realizing someone was beside her, she interrupted her thoughts.
I turned my head and saw the person next to me.
This man looked refined and easygoing, unlike Zhuo Wen, who was unruly.
At least that's how it appears.
"Hello, I am Shi Yu."
"You're Shi Yu?! That top hypnotist?"
It had been a long time since anyone had looked at him with such admiration, and Shi Yu felt a little awkward for a moment.
"You know me?"
"I studied psychology in college..."
After saying that, he turned back, still feeling somewhat regretful.
After all, he had only been working for a short time when he was entangled with the Song family and had to give up his job.
It's like a doctor who knows all their pain points but still can't operate on themselves.
Even though she had long realized that she was living a muddled life, she still chose a brief and ambiguous happiness.
Shi Yu sat quietly to the side, observing her. The scene was both dim and bright, blurry and clear.
He suddenly agreed with what Zhuo Wen said; Song Xingyao was indeed an interesting woman.
For a long time, neither of them said another word to each other.
This was the first time Shi Yu really wanted to figure out what the woman in front of him was thinking. He was usually the best at guiding people, but now he didn't know how to start the conversation.
Unlike Song Xingyao's side.
The Fu and Fu families were in complete chaos.
Fu Yao, who had been injected with the drug, was incoherent. Fu Quan only learned everything from the Fu family just moments before he came to demand her return.
Fu Quan, who had just taken two steps away from the news of Wu Mu's death, turned completely white-haired. His wife had passed away, and his daughter had been forced to run away by the adopted daughter he had personally brought back, and her whereabouts were unknown.
All the burdens fell on Fu Quan's shoulders.
He finally understood why Song Xingyao hadn't attended Wu Mu's funeral, and why such things had happened at her wedding and the baby's full moon celebration with Fu Siming.
Even his own grandson nearly lost his life at Fu Yao's hands.
But now, in the presence of the Fu family, he, as Fu Yao's sole guardian, has to sign a consent form to send her to a mental hospital.
Even though Fu Siming wanted her dead, he didn't do so out of respect for Fu Quan and Old Master Fu.
He lost his daughter once again.
After seeing the person off, Jiang Man made a special trip from the old house to Haiyan.
Even the best indoor ventilation system struggles to remove the smell of tobacco from the house.
Jiang Man sighed and instructed Qi Ma to turn up the ventilation system's frequency, and then asked her to push Fu Xunzhi to the garden.
She had just walked up to Fu Siming's side.
Fu Siming's dejected appearance was no less than before, but now that he had a child, he seemed to know he needed to stay sober and did not drink excessively.
But the cigarette butts covering the entire crystal ashtray reminded her that this didn't make any difference.
She heard from Aunt Qi that Fu Siming hadn't gone out these past few days, spending his days in a daze on the balcony. Only one day did he excitedly go out early in the morning, only to come back with his head drooping.
It seems the search for the person wasn't going smoothly.
Jiang Man didn't hold back and slapped him on the back with a moderate amount of force.
"You're still smoking? Aren't you worried about the kids getting the smell?"
As if he didn't feel the pain in his back, he didn't even frown, but he still obediently stubbed out his cigarette in the almost overflowing ashtray.
The wispy smoke quickly dissipated with the wind.
Fu Siming: "Mom, did I do something wrong?"
Jiang Man didn't react for a moment to what seemed like a nonsensical remark.
In fact, Fu Siming was the same; he didn't even know which of the many things he had done to hurt Song Xingyao was being referred to.
Jiang Man didn't know how to answer him, so she sighed, her hand resting on the shoulder she had just patted, and gently patted it.
"Does it still hurt? Many things are like this slap; it's not like you get a slap followed by a sweet treat and then it stops hurting."
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