Jiang Man's words were like fine needles, pricking the soft flesh of his heart again and again, making him want to gasp for breath with every breath.
Yes, she's right. Not every time he hurts her, she'll just stand there and wait for him if he just coaxes her a little.
She waited for me for a very long time at such a young age.
Fu Siming got home too late.
Because she was being stubborn, she didn't want the adults to know that Fu Bowen had left her outside.
Fu Siming fell seriously ill after returning home, but he was just one step too late and missed so much time.
The two had missed each other more than once or twice, but Fu Siming had never felt so anxious and uneasy as he had this time.
I have a feeling that the woman who ran away in the rain will never come back...
He looked into the distance and whispered.
Jiang Man heard him say, "What if I can never find her again?"
This was the first time she had seen her son in such a sorry state, but she was powerless to do anything about it.
Jiang Man: "If you really don't want to give up on her, go find her. Don't disappoint her again. She's given you many chances. I think as long as she still loves you..."
As she spoke, Jiang Man's voice trailed off; she wasn't sure if she was right to advise him in this way.
Having learned from past mistakes, she still felt deep down that Song Xingyao was different in his heart.
The sobs and pain in her voice were something she had never seen in her incredibly resilient son before.
Even when he was severely punished and beaten by his grandfather, he never lowered his head!
Fu Xunzhi's medical examination report will be available tomorrow. In order to conduct more precise blood analysis, it was specially sent to the central laboratory for testing.
Song Xingyao learned this news from Zhuo Wen.
She didn't sleep all night, but she still decided to leave.
She shouldn't be so attached and hesitant.
Just as they were discussing when to leave, Zhuo Wen informed her that Fu Siming, who appeared out of nowhere, would be taking Fu Xunzhi to the hospital for a medical check-up.
Song Xingyao didn't think much of it, because Fu Xunzhi was born prematurely, so even after his first month, he still had regular check-ups.
Zhuo Wen didn't look at her, slowly spreading butter with a spatula in his hand. "Have you made up your mind? I heard that Fu Yao has been sent to a mental hospital. Now that there is no third party between you two, even so, you don't plan to stay?"
This time, she didn't hesitate. She shook her head and answered his last question, "No..."
"Oh. When are you leaving?"
She wanted to say "as soon as possible," but the words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them.
"Can I see him one more time?"
Song Xingyao herself didn't even know who she meant by "see him." Was it the child? Or the child's father?
Zhuo Wen wasn't interested in that, so he casually said, "Tell Shi Yu to go with you. Don't go by yourself. If Fu Siming finds out, I don't think I'll be able to repay this favor."
Half-jokingly.
Song Xingyao didn't refuse. She knew that if Fu Siming took her back to Haiyan, it would be very difficult for her to get out.
So he disguised himself.
Hmm...like a country bumpkin.
At least this is how Zhuo Wen commented: I really don't know where you got such an ugly thing from. I don't see any "fashionable items" like this here.
I don't have time to argue with him about his sharp tongue, because it's really hard to judge his unsophisticated way of speaking.
But Song Xingyao's only hope was that Fu Siming wouldn't find out.
So Shi Yu was forced to follow him and wait on the other side of the road from the hospital.
Shi Yu looked down at her, not missing a single passing vehicle as she stared intently at the opposite side.
The familiar car was parked in front of the hospital, and Song Xingyao's hands were sweating with nervousness.
Unexpectedly, Fu Siming actually brought him here in person. I thought he wouldn't come for something as trivial as a medical check-up.
However, thinking about it, the incident of a child being abducted just a few days ago occurred.
It's only right that he come in person.
He had lost a lot of weight, and even from across the street, you could tell he looked terrible; he must not have had a proper rest.
Fu Xunzhi was just a tiny little dumpling, nestled in his arms, obediently enveloped in his large hands, seemingly feeling very safe.
Yes, Fu Siming is the only one who can provide him with a better life right now, and there's nothing he can do for him.
The wetness on her face brought her back to her senses.
As Fu Siming held Fu Xunzhi, he could always feel a burning gaze fixed on him from behind.
But when he turned around, apart from a few pedestrians on the street, there was no familiar figure he was looking forward to.
Shi Yu was suddenly pulled away by Song Xingyao, her back to the hospital.
Just before Fu Siming turned around, the woman in his arms suddenly pulled him close and buried herself in his chest.
When she turned around, she saw Fu Siming's suspicious gaze and his back disappearing at the hospital entrance.
Song Xingyao had just created some distance between herself and the person when she used a scrap of the colorful silk scarf casually draped around her neck to wipe the tears from her face.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Shi, I was in a hurry and offended you."
Sniffed, turned her back, and said to Shi Yu, who was still standing there, "Let's go!"
Shi Yu couldn't help but admire her; she was a wife, a mother, and herself.
When he first started working after graduating from school, he was assigned to work with several research subjects, and without exception, they all identified with their mothers.
During the testing, everyone was willing to give up their status as wives, but no one was willing to give up their status as mothers.
But Song Xingyao was different; she didn't even linger to look at her again.
Fu Siming felt something was off, so he handed the child to Ye Si and ran out again, looking around.
But Song Xingyao, who was standing under the tree, had already left.
He felt a little panicked; the suffocating sense of oppression made it impossible for him to calm down.
So many days have passed, but today the oppressive pain in his heart is something he can't ignore.
After forcing Fu Xunzhi to finish the examination and sending the person home, she rushed to Zhuo Wen's residence without stopping.
This time, no butler led him in; he went straight to the place where the two had met last time.
Zhuo Wen seemed to know he was coming, and even prepared the tea in advance.
As he rose to greet him and invite him to sit down, Fu Siming's elusive feeling grew stronger.
"Zhuo Wen, where is Song Xingyao?"
Zhuo Wen remained in that position, but it was clear he wasn't interested.
Without further ado, she said, "This time, she's really leaving."
Conversations between intelligent people are relatively easy.
Fu Siming realized what he meant by leaving, and while walking out, he dialed Pei Jing's number.
But the voice behind him stopped him in his tracks.
“Mr. Fu, your wife once said something,” after a brief pause, a sharp blade pierced his chest, “that wasn’t love.”
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