Song Xingyao didn't think much of it. She just felt that the huge manor lacked human presence, so it was bound to have such secluded courtyards, but they wouldn't all be decorated as extravagantly as they were.
Lying in bed, after a long day of running around and escaping that city, I felt no joy or excitement. Instead, I missed Fu Xunzhi.
It's almost dawn now, and the baby should be crying for a diaper change...
Fu Siming's familiar figure unconsciously appeared in her mind.
She felt so heartless; he was still so young. But the sight of Fu Yao holding the child, making them look like a family of three, pierced her heart.
She took a deep breath, trying to wake herself up, but the aromatherapy in the room made her drift off to sleep without her realizing it.
When I woke up the next morning, there was a new text message on my phone. Judging from the tone of the voice, it must have been from Shi Yu.
[Shi Yu: I guess you've rested well by now. Someone will take you to Sekro Academy for registration today. Here is your registration information.]
Looking at the unfamiliar name on the screen, Song Xingyao fell into thought. As expected of Zhuo Wen, even a fake identity was a piece of cake for him.
In an unfamiliar city with an unfamiliar identity, Song Xingyao couldn't even remember how she went through the enrollment process.
Shi Yu also graduated from Sekro, the top institution for psychology, which was once an unattainable dream for Song Xingyao, but now she has realized it.
Compared to the jobs I was forced to give up after graduation, these jobs now feel somewhat unreal.
She had just spent a cold winter in Jiangcheng, but upon arriving in S country, the weather was gradually getting colder. Pulling her trench coat tighter, she stepped through the door she had dreamed of countless times, carrying an unfamiliar identity.
The crisp sound of falling leaves hitting the ground behind me, rustling in the autumn wind.
Compared to the cool and refreshing autumn weather, the sweltering heat in Wuhan arrived very early this year.
Tiansheng Top Floor.
Since that day, Fu Siming has been busy dealing with the furious Fu Bowen and Gu Mai. The detonators for their rampage through Jiangcheng's commercial market have been laid, and they are just one step away from the final push.
An uninvited guest arrived at the office.
This is the first time that Old Master Fu has come to see Fu Siming since he last punished this good-for-nothing grandson.
Although he knew that the old man was quite successful in Jiangcheng, he never paid attention to business matters, so he was still somewhat proud of the miraculous achievements the old man had made from scratch.
This made him somewhat ashamed to speak.
Fu Siming: "Grandpa, you never get involved in business matters."
This is a declarative sentence, conveying both certainty and a hint of speculation.
“Ah Ming… I know what you’re up to lately. You want to bring him down, but it’s not as simple as you think.”
Fu Siming was surprised that the old man wanted to talk to him about this, and waited for him to continue.
“Minister Jiang took office at such a young age. How could you not know what kind of schemes he has up his sleeve? Even if you hand over the information you have, there's nothing you can do about it. You might as well wait and see.”
The old man was once someone who could speak a word in the military and political circles. When that person approached him, he almost immediately wanted to refuse. However, after much consideration, he realized that this was not the right time to eliminate the threat completely.
Fu Siming remained silent, making it even harder for the old man to speak.
He knew that his grandson had his own pace and ideas in doing things; otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to start Tiansheng on his own, nor would he have wanted to take over the Fu family business.
But he still insisted that it was not only for the Fu family, but also for him.
The priorities of money and power are self-evident.
"Okay, Grandpa."
After careful consideration, Fu Siming decided to listen to the old man's advice and slow down the pace of bringing down Minister Jiang.
After all, he didn't really expect to bring down Minister Jiang with the information he had; he just wanted to tell those two to stop taking advantage of the situation and to tone it down.
Since that's the case, let's just let them do it; that way we can catch them all in one fell swoop.
The higher you're lifted up, the harder you'll fall.
Fu Mingtang saw the seemingly obedient but actually rebellious meaning in his eyes, but didn't point it out.
His grandson is the most strategic and planned, but he keeps everything bottled up inside, which pushes the person he likes further and further away.
“Ah Ming, bring Xunzhi back to the old house for dinner when you have time.”
"Um……"
Without saying anything else, Fu Siming saw the old man out the door.
He instructed Pei Jing to return the document bag that was originally intended to be sent out to the office.
The two met eyes. Although they didn't know why Fu Siming had suddenly disrupted the original plan, they still respectfully asked, "What about Minister Jiang and those two?"
"Let them be. If they keep causing trouble in Jiangcheng, someone will eventually have to deal with them."
Those who monopolize power and reap all the benefits from others have disrupted the original balance, and there has long been a growing sense of discontent.
Seeing that he hadn't left yet, Fu Siming looked up and glanced at him.
Pei Jingcai finally spoke, saying what he had been holding back, "President Fu, I'm sorry. I lost my temper that day while drinking. Please don't take what I said to heart."
...
"It's alright. What you said makes sense, that's why she left."
Pei Jing knew that this was a case of bringing up old issues and making things worse.
He quickly added, "Master Fu, Madam left you a child; she will definitely come back."
Hearing this, he whispered, "Will it still happen...?"
He then added, "Alright, go ahead and do your thing. From now on, please keep my evenings free and don't schedule anything else for me."
"Yes!" Pei Jing agreed, feeling a great weight lifted off his shoulders. Thankfully, today he was the one stepping into the office with his right foot...
Everyone noticed that the president left work on time, which reminded them of the recent big news about the president's wife's disappearance.
In the office, the burning passion for gossip among working people remains unquenched.
"Where do you think the CEO's wife went?"
"We haven't heard anything about Madam returning yet, so we're afraid she's really gone. The air pressure on the top floor has been so low these past few days... I'm too scared to speak."
"Is this some kind of runaway bride drama?"
"But if the CEO leaves work early, does that mean we can leave work early too?"
"You wish!"
"I definitely have to go back to breastfeed. I don't even want to think about it; will the CEO's face scare the baby and make him cry?"
Cough cough cough...
Pei Jing had just seen the person off when he returned to the office and heard hushed discussions.
He coughed lightly to remind them, but this didn't extinguish the flames of gossip. In fact, some people gathered around to ask him what was going on. After all, as Fu Siming's special assistant, he must know more information that others didn't.
Having just survived a verbal crisis that made him want to bite off his tongue, Pei Jing dared not say anything more.
"Stop guessing. Hurry up and finish what you're doing. The president said you can leave work once you're done. There's no need for overtime in the office lately."
One sentence caused cheers in the office, and sure enough, the news that there was no overtime quickly squeezed out the space for the original rumors.
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