"She's gone. She doesn't want me anymore. She doesn't even want to see me. I don't know where she ran off to."
Pei Jing shook his head, not knowing where he got the courage, "I say, Mr. Fu, you made a mistake from the very beginning. If you like someone, you should tell her loudly. Don't always do things behind her back and think you're doing it for her. Madam is a very capable woman. I once saw her come to see you, and you were still in the office with Miss Fu. I was so scared that I didn't know what to say, but she didn't even change her expression."
...
Fu Siming frowned, seemingly recalling the day he had mentioned, but then heard the person on the other end continue speaking.
"At the time, I thought that Madam was really calm and composed. She didn't react at all when she heard that her husband was with his ex-girlfriend. But you, Mr. Fu, treated her like a little white rabbit. You kept everything from her, as if she were a delicate little white rabbit who would be frightened into a coma at the slightest noise."
Pei Jing waved his hand as he spoke, emphasizing that he strongly disapproved of this approach.
Fu Siming replied, "Everyone says the same thing, Ye Si says the same thing, Lao Xu says the same thing, and you say the same thing too. Does that mean I'm wrong for not wanting her to get hurt?"
The look of confusion on his face genuinely suggested he was seeking an answer.
Pei Jing immediately chimed in, "It's not that I said anything wrong, it's just... well... it's just that women definitely don't want their men to hide everything from them..."
He picked up where he left his mouth, "That doesn't seem right either... I haven't hidden anything from my girlfriend, but she still wants to break up with me..."
After saying this, he finished the drink in his glass, feeling somewhat annoyed and frustrated.
Fu Siming, who usually always had a point, was now rendered speechless by Pei Jing's words.
Fu Siming drank almost all the remaining wine by himself. The two enviable urban elites were thus slumped and drunk in the skyscraper.
As dawn broke, Pei Jing regained consciousness and saw two large empty bottles on the table. He then moved his limbs slightly.
His eyes clearly showed that he only fully came back to life when he was in the CEO's office.
Stiffly turning around, I saw Fu Siming lying on his back, resting with his forearms bent behind his head.
He stood up quietly and carefully recalled what he had said before losing consciousness.
I wish I could slap myself three times.
She actually drank with her boss, got drunk, and then angrily criticized his views on relationships...
He won't get fired just because his left foot stepped into the office first today, will he...?
However, his excellent professional skills allowed him to quickly and silently restore the office to a clean and tidy state without disturbing Fu Siming, who was still drunk.
Under the influence of alcohol, Fu Siming slept soundly for once. When he woke up, he found several missed calls from Jiang Man and Qi Ma on his phone.
He quickly sat up from the sofa and pressed the call button.
Jiang Man's strong voice came from inside.
"Fu Siming! Xunzhi is crying nonstop, and I can't soothe him. Where have you, as his father, been?"
Knowing he was in the wrong, he agreed but quickly washed off the smell of alcohol and returned to Haiyan.
As soon as she stepped into the room, she heard Fu Xunzhi's shrill cries. Jiang Man was holding the child, her arms swaying gently from side to side, but Fu Xunzhi was completely unmoved and burst into loud sobs.
When she saw him return, Jiang Man was both angry and happy. When she put the child in his arms, she could still faintly smell the smell of alcohol on him, which he tried to hide but could not hide.
"Drinking again? Yao Yao isn't here, are you planning to drink yourself to death and make Xun Zhi an orphan?"
...
Compared to Jiang Man's scolding, Fu Xunzhi gave his father plenty of face, and stopped crying less than a minute after being in his arms.
Qi's mother stared in disbelief; they were indeed father and son.
After Fu Xunzhi fell asleep again, the mother and son sat on the sofa in the living room and drank tea.
Fu Siming picked up the cup of hangover tea, seemingly lost in thought.
Jiang Man sighed: "Yao Yao, she..."
After a long while, Fu Siming finally spoke up: "Yes, she's gone."
Seemingly unsurprised, Jiang Man put down her cup. "It's good that she's gone. Perhaps she just went out to clear her head. Ah Ming, the past is past. She's moving on. Your most important thing now is to take good care of Xun Zhi, the child she left behind. He's your child!"
"But she's even abandoning her child; she wants to leave this place..."
“Ah Ming, if the past can’t be undone, then let’s live our lives well now. Besides… as a mother, I believe Yao Yao will definitely come back. You two got together because of your feelings for each other. Once she’s feeling better, she’ll come back…”
As Jiang Man spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, because she was unsure whether advising Fu Siming in this way was the right thing to do.
She knew perfectly well how stubborn her son was.
Especially when she learned that Song Xingyao was the girl her son had been looking for, and that she herself had hurt her time and time again, pushing her further and further away.
When Jiang Man left Haiyan, the tea on the table had already gone cold, but he still drank it down, letting his stomach, which was already aching from the hangover, start to ache slightly.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen's private plane landed at Orland Manor.
When Song Xingyao stepped off the plane, apart from the garden's decorations making it seem like she was abroad, the servants who greeted her were all familiar Chinese faces.
The butler stepped forward and bowed. "Miss Song, the master has instructed that your things have been prepared. Please follow me."
The place prepared for Song Xingyao was a courtyard on the south side of the manor. It was not very lively, but the flowers and plants were lush, and the room was cleaned very thoroughly.
After the butler finished his introductions, he stood in the courtyard and did not come in.
Song Xingyao picked up a brand-new phone and a bank card from the table and muttered to herself, "This favor is too big to repay..."
As I followed the butler to the front hall, I learned that Zhuo Wen was the current head of the Orland family.
Looking at the garden full of medieval antiques, Song Xingyao knew that Zhuo Wen was wealthy just from the hundred-acre estate. She wondered why he would go to Jiangcheng when he already had such wealth in S country.
There were many servants in the manor, but because the place was so big, it always felt secluded and desolate. Apart from Zhuo Wen, the steward never mentioned his family.
Song Xingyao didn't say anything more. After finishing dinner, she thanked the old housekeeper for leading the way and slowly walked back to her residence.
Passing by the central courtyard, I saw an exquisite villa courtyard, neat and tidy, with colorful lights illuminating the entire building, like dazzling fireworks in the night.
Despite being decorated like a princess's castle, the bright white walls still made the detached villa appear desolate in the darkness.
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