Song Xingyao's leg had fully healed. That afternoon, she was preparing to go out to see Bai Xiujin when Fu Siming suddenly returned to Haiyan.
"You're back?"
Fu Siming looked travel-worn and pale, as if he hadn't had a proper rest for many days.
"Are you going out?" Fu Siming's eyelids were heavy, and his dark eyes were fixed on her face.
"I... what's wrong with you? Assistant Pei said you have a very difficult situation."
Song Xingyao didn't immediately go out, but stepped forward to take the trench coat from Fu Siming's hand. His face showed undisguised weariness, and the atmosphere around him seemed to drop.
Fu Siming took Song Xingyao's hand and went upstairs. The two fell onto the bed together, and he rested his head on Song Xingyao's shoulder. "Sleep with me for a while."
A moment later, she heard the man's steady breathing beside her. Song Xingyao didn't dare to make any big movements, but simply took out her phone from her pocket and sent a message.
Sorry, something urgent came up today. See you next time.
Bai Xiujin had already arrived at the agreed location after receiving the message. Seeing this message, he felt somewhat disappointed. Looking at the empty seat opposite him, he silently finished his coffee sip by sip before getting up to leave.
Song Xingyao wasn't sleepy, but being held in his arms like this, she gradually drifted off to sleep.
By the time they both regained consciousness, dusk had fallen.
Song Xingyao got up from her embrace and saw that the weariness in the man's eyes had dissipated considerably before she spoke.
"Have you... sorted out your affairs abroad? I didn't mean to ask, but you haven't messaged me in a long time, and I was a little worried, so I asked Assistant Pei. He said your situation is a bit tricky..."
In Song Xingyao's eyes, someone with Fu Siming's abilities would naturally have everything go smoothly. The fact that he spent so much time and made her so tired suggests that things weren't easy.
Fu Siming propped himself up, his deep eyes fixed on her, before slowly saying, "It's not a big problem."
"Oh..." Hearing this, I felt relieved. He meant it was no big deal.
"You've been sleeping until now, are you hungry? Aunt Qi's granddaughter is sick today, so I gave her the day off. Let me cook you something to eat!"
Fu Siming nodded, and Song Xingyao rushed downstairs.
When Fu Siming finished showering and came downstairs, he saw a wisp of white smoke rising from the kitchen, along with the aroma of noodle soup.
In the kitchen, the woman, wearing an apron, paced back and forth in front of the stove. Her hair was loosely tied with a hair tie, and unruly bangs hung down on her forehead, swaying back and forth with her steps.
Fu Siming walked forward as if possessed. Song Xingyao, unaware of the person behind her, suddenly turned around and was so startled that she threw the spoon in her hand away.
Fu Siming quickly grabbed her waist and leaned her against the countertop where there was no open flame. The metal spoon clattered against the floor.
Song Xingyao was still in a daze, terrified.
"You're so stupid, am I a ghost? Why are you so scared?"
After being scolded, she finally came to her senses: "You don't make any noise when you walk, how... how was I supposed to know you would suddenly appear?"
"It's just the two of us at home now. If it's not me, who else could it be?"
Song Xingyao only managed to break free from his embrace when she heard the sound of soup coming out.
“Qi’s mom makes soup every morning. This is chicken soup for breakfast. I checked the fridge and there weren’t many vegetables left, so I’ll just make some chicken noodle soup.”
"Hmm." Fu Siming leaned against the kitchen door and spoke casually, watching the little woman in front of him bustling around, his gaze following her with unusual interest.
After two steaming bowls of noodles were placed on the table, Fu Siming slowly strolled over.
Steam rose from the bowl, and Song Xingyao added two half-cooked poached eggs to it. The noodles were very plain, but they perfectly whetted one's appetite.
Song Xingyao watched Fu Siming eat. It was just a simple bowl of noodles, but he ate with an air of luxury, unhurried and unhurried. His hands moved back and forth, and his silky pajamas slid up and down his forearms, occasionally revealing his muscular physique.
Her face was slightly flushed from the steam of the noodles. Song Xingyao looked away: Truly, male beauty is a curse on the nation…
After the two finished eating, Song Xingyao was still thinking about cleaning up when the man opposite her spoke up: "Just leave it there, Aunt Qi will be back tomorrow."
"It's okay, it'll be quick..."
Fu Siming didn't give her another chance. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "If you don't wash up soon, it'll really be too late..."
The sound was still ringing in her ears when Fu Siming went upstairs first. Song Xingyao watched the man's retreating figure and stomped her foot! What a lecher!
Song Xingyao put everything into the kitchen before slowly going upstairs...
*
The next day, Song Xingyao woke up to find Fu Siming there again. He was adjusting the buttons on his suit, the hand-tailored suit highlighting his proportions. Song Xingyao stared at him, mesmerized.
Fu Siming walked up to her, a charcoal gray tie between his fingers. "Do you know how to tie it?"
"Yes," Song Xingyao said. During her university years, because of her good looks, she once worked as a salesperson at a high-end clothing counter and learned some tie-tying skills.
Song Xingyao wrapped the tie around the man's shirt, and her nimble fingers quickly tied it into an exquisite Windsor knot.
Fu Siming looked down and saw the little woman kneeling on the bed, her eyes focused intently on his collar. It was as if Song Xingyao had practiced this action countless times, and her familiar movements made him somewhat displeased.
When Song Xingyao loosened her tie and created some distance between them, she saw the man's composed face.
She had originally wanted to tell him that she was going out to see Bai Xiujin today, but given his current state, the words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them.
...
I thought to myself: Could it be that I didn't play well? This is the most basic move; I've practiced it so many times on mannequins in the store before...
Forget it, I can't figure it out.
She stood Bai Xiujin up yesterday, so she's rushing to apologize to him today.
I'm so sorry about yesterday, it was an emergency. How about I treat you to dinner today?
The other end quickly replied with a "good" and sent a restaurant address along the way.
When Song Xingyao arrived, it was already lunchtime, and the restaurant was quite crowded.
Song Xingyao: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to arrive so early."
Bai Xiujin: "I just sat down too."
In fact, Bai Xiujin had already ordered all the dishes, and the two of them sat facing each other in a somewhat awkward manner.
The two were simply leftover warmth from that week, with no much past to reminisce about. The past was nothing more than fear being illuminated by warmth and loneliness being lit by a response.
"Yaoyao, how are you doing now?" Bai Xiujin broke the silence between the two first.
"I... am doing fine now."
"I've heard that you're now Mrs. Fu."
Upon hearing this, Song Xingyao didn't want to say anything more. Her relationship with Fu Siming was not what it appeared to be from the outside, and she didn't intend to let others know the things that were hidden deep within.
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