Fu Siming watched her leave in a hurry.
The figure that haunted my dreams appeared right before my eyes.
He could barely contain his urge to tell her everything that happened four years ago, and then take her back to Haiyan.
Even if it means imprisoning her, he doesn't want her to leave him again.
But he suppressed his gloomy thoughts and kept his eyes fixed on her as she came and went.
Seemingly sensing the intense gaze behind her or something, Song Xingyao dawdled for a long time before finally bringing Fu Xunzhi out of the car.
A child who is still half asleep naturally reaches out his hand when he sees his father.
Fu Siming took the child.
It must be said that the strength and embrace of his father allowed Fu Xunzhi to fall asleep peacefully. Before falling asleep, his eyes lingered between the two of them.
She probably thought that if she thought about it, her mother would come home with her.
The atmosphere between the two remaining people was eerily quiet.
Fu Siming: "You can come and see him anytime, and it's also fine if you want to bring him to your place."
This impeccable sense of boundaries left Song Xingyao speechless.
He responded with an "Mmm".
There was a persistent, unpleasant feeling of unease in my chest.
"I'm leaving now."
Seeing her somewhat flustered appearance, Fu Siming felt a glimmer of hope, his heart leaping with joy, but his face remained impassive.
Fu Siming started the car and drove away after it had traveled some distance.
It was quite a rare opportunity to learn about Lin Shuang through some channels today, and just then, Song Xingyao's car drove into the villa.
I watched a car from afar, and only turned around and left after she drove into the garage.
He noted down the license plate number and then parked his car next to Song Xingyao.
"Encounter?"
What a coincidence! We left home together in the morning, and now we're running into each other so late at night.
When Shi Yu dropped her off in the morning, they had arranged to pick her up in the evening, but shortly after Qiao Yiming delivered the phone, he had the car returned.
Given the circumstances, they had no choice but to give up.
The scrutinizing gaze behind his glasses made Song Xingyao feel uncomfortable, but in the blink of an eye, she saw that his expression had changed.
She smiled and said, "I heard news about Lin Shuang, so I came back a little late today."
His tone sounded like he was reporting to someone close to him.
But Song Xingyao only captured the keywords.
"There's news? Then you'd better hurry up and go. Zhuo Wen can finally calm down. He's been so frustrated these past few days, drinking bitter melon juice every day hasn't helped," Song Xingyao teased.
The next morning, Song Xingyao got up early and sat down at the dining table, only to find that Zhuo Wen, who had hardly gotten up for breakfast in the past few days, was unusually up early today.
It must have been news from last night; now I'm going to chase after Lin Shuang.
After exchanging greetings, Song Xingyao remembered the moving and said, "The villa is too far from the research lab. I found a house closer to the lab, and I might move out in a few days."
Zhuo Wen then came to his senses and looked at him, "So anxious?"
"It wasn't a sudden idea; I'd thought of it a while ago. I was just too busy these past few days to mention it. Anyway, it's just a short-term rental for a year or two. I'll be going back once my project is finished. I can't exactly buy a whole place, can I?"
She made a joke, and Zhuo Wen, who was about to say he would buy a set, stopped himself in his tracks and frowned.
Even if you gave it to her, she wouldn't accept it.
Over the years, Song Xingyao has been very grateful for the help Zhuo Wen and Shi Yu have given her. Although their relationship appears close to others, they still maintain a proper distance.
I don't want to ask for anything beyond that favor.
Moreover, it's not very convenient for a woman like her to live with two single men.
Zhuo Wen looked up and saw the person standing behind Song Xingyao, and shook his head.
The people behind them seemed not to hear them at all.
It wasn't until Zhuo Wen mentioned, "Let Yu help you find it. He's been in Jiangcheng for the past few years and is quite familiar with the area. You've only just returned, so he might not know as much as you do."
"No need, I'll just have Yiming come with me to see the house. You're always ordering Shiyu around, and now you're making him do all this for me. It's really exploitation."
At that moment, the voice of the person in charge of the conversation came from behind, "That's right, that's exactly how he is."
Since the two were on the same side, Zhuo Wen simply put down his cutlery and raised his hand, "Alright, I'm a capitalist. I'm done eating. I'll be leaving now. Yu, if there's anything urgent at the company, I'll have my assistant contact you."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Song Xingyao and Shi Yu remained at the dining table.
The atmosphere, which had been filled with jokes and banter, suddenly fell silent.
This made everyone a little uncomfortable, but fortunately Song Xingyao had almost finished eating and was ready to leave.
As soon as I stood up, someone grabbed my hand.
Shi Yu: "I'll take you."
"...No need, I can drive myself." After saying that, she added in a seemingly joking tone, "The boss just left, and you're already planning to slack off?"
With his eyes slightly narrowed, Shi Yu watched the woman preparing to leave and loosened his grip a little: "Yes, you said it yourself, the boss isn't here, so I'll definitely slack off as much as I can. Let's go, I'll see you off."
"But you... barely ate two bites of breakfast..."
She was about to say something more when she heard Shi Yu say it again: "I'll take you."
His voice carried an undeniable authority he never usually displayed, leaving Song Xingyao with no choice but to agree.
Along the way, Song Xingyao was still holding back her anger, so she pretended to sleep and didn't intend to talk to him.
Shi Yu realized that he was in a bad mood and wanted to say something, but the woman in the passenger seat kept her eyes closed and did not want to talk to him.
Last night, when he received the license plate information and learned that the car owner was Fu Siming, he almost threw the glass on the table.
Upon further inquiry, it was discovered that Pei Jing had actually brought Fu Xunzhi to the research lab today.
This could only have been authorized by Fu Siming; otherwise, who would dare to do it?
But she didn't mention it at all, which made him very annoyed and anxious.
He wondered: Had Song Xingyao already met Fu Siming? Would she reconcile with Fu Siming for the sake of the child?
But he couldn't bring himself to confirm these conjectures.
Song Xingyao, who was pretending to be asleep, fell asleep in the stable car.
Because of her completely unprepared meeting with Fu Siming and his son yesterday, Song Xingyao tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
My mind is filled with those lingering images, that familiar scent that makes my heart race, and that simple, understated greeting.
She felt that Fu Siming probably didn't care anymore. After all, a male elite living at the top of the pyramid would probably have many women throwing themselves at him, even if he had a child.
Therefore, she should also move on, and silently placed Fu Siming in the list of her ex-husbands.
Fu Siming was unaware that his restart plan had truly been wiped clean and started from scratch...
The sudden stop startled Song Xingyao awake from her sleep.
She looked at Shi Yu in the driver's seat, still shaken, and then followed his gaze to the window.
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