Song Xingyao didn't want to talk about it anymore.
Looking through the rearview mirror, he saw Fu Xunzhi staring at him.
I casually replied, "Just a friend."
Soon, the car stopped in front of a residential complex. Qiao Yiming casually asked, "Sister Yao Yao, why did you suddenly decide to look at apartments? Where do you live now?"
"I'm staying with a friend. My project requires me to stay in Jiangcheng for a short but not very long time, so staying there isn't very convenient."
"Oh~"
But for some reason, the apartments I looked for today were all wrong with me. There was one that was actually pretty good, but the agent suddenly got a message saying that it had already been signed by someone else.
This made Song Xingyao a little irritable, and Fu Xunzhi also seemed to be walking around listlessly.
The three of them had no choice but to find a place to rest.
The three of them were sitting in the ice cream shop when a message suddenly popped up on Qiao Yiming's phone.
Seeing the sender's name, she felt a little guilty and quickly glanced at Song Xingyao.
Fortunately, her attention was entirely on Fu Xunzhi.
The message contained the address of a nice upscale residential community in Jiangcheng, along with the entrance door password and building access control information.
When Song Xingyao looked up, she saw her staring at the screen, looking troubled and thoughtful.
He said, "If you have something to do, go ahead and do it. There's no rush to buy a house anyway. I'm free these few days, so I'll take a walk around."
"No, no, it was nothing, it's just a small matter, I've already taken care of it." Song Xingyao looked at her with a suspicious and somewhat strange expression.
To dispel her doubts, Qiao Yiming had no choice but to bring Anna out as a cover. Song Xingyao recalled how Anna had acted the previous two times she had met her and dismissed her suspicions.
Suddenly, an idea struck him, and Qiao Yiming said mysteriously, "I have a house. I'm living at home now anyway, why don't you go take a look?"
Fu Xunzhi's round eyes, like Song Xingyao's, were scrutinizing Qiao Yiming in front of him.
Seeing that she still had reservations, Qiao Yiming added, "I'm always filming all over the country, and since I entered the entertainment industry, my brother has been even stricter with me than when I was abroad. The house has been empty anyway, so just think of it as helping me maintain it. Otherwise, it would be such a waste!"
While saying this, what I was really thinking was: Being a spy is really not easy; you have to be quick-witted and good at deception...
Since she said that, Song Xingyao stopped making excuses and decided to go and see for herself.
After the car stopped at the entrance of the residential area, Song Xingyao said, "This place is quite close to the hospital's research lab."
Stepping inside, even Qiao Yiming exclaimed: "This is a really good house. The security, environment, and facilities are almost impeccable."
Looking at Qiao Yiming, who was also looking around, she felt strange: Isn't this her house?
Then I thought about it, and realized that a family like the Qiaos probably owns properties all over the place, so it's normal that they hadn't been here before.
He skillfully opened the door.
The interior is decorated in a very simple European style, with simple furniture and a clean house that shows signs of having been cleaned.
It's practically move-in ready.
The house is only about 150 square meters, suitable for one person to live in.
Both the layout and the decorating style are exactly what Song Xingyao likes.
She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the scenery of the neighborhood, before turning to ask her, "Well, I can't just live here for free. How about I pay you some rent?"
"No need, the house is just sitting empty anyway, why are you telling me this? It's too formal!"
Even if the other party is Qiao Yiming, Song Xingyao knows that Qiao Yiming has been noble since childhood and has never lacked money. He could buy a house in a few months by casually buying bags, but he still doesn't want to accept gifts from others for no reason.
Finally, after Qiao Yiming argued with her, they reached an agreement to pay the rent at 70% of the market price. Song Xingyao couldn't persuade her otherwise, since she probably wouldn't stay in Jiangcheng forever anyway.
Thinking about it, she looked down at the little hand holding Fu Xunzhi's.
Fu Xunzhi seemed to sense her emotions as well, and he gripped her hand even tighter.
With the house arrangement settled and seeing that it was getting late, Song Xingyao asked Qiao Yiming to take her and Fu Xunzhi to Tiansheng.
The receptionist watched as Song Xingyao led the young master in by the hand...
Eyes wide open?
This...isn't this...the president's wife?
Lily suppressed her shock, respectfully led the people to the president's private elevator, swiped the card, and then withdrew.
I also heard a familiar "thank you".
Soon the loudspeaker broadcast the message throughout the company.
"Guess who I ran into downstairs? It was the president's wife!!! The president's wife actually came back, and she was with the young master."
"But I feel like the president's aura has been really weird lately. Look at his face when he came in this morning... it was so dark... I'm having nightmares during my lunch break if I look at it for even a second."
"Who can argue with that?!"
"But I just took a look, and the lady hasn't changed at all over the years. She's still so beautiful. If I didn't know about her relationship with the young master, I would have suspected they were siblings!"
"The CEO's office is in luck again. With Madam here, you'll definitely be able to leave work on time."
Soon, messages in the discussion group piled up to the height of a skyscraper, and the entire company knew that Song Xingyao, who had disappeared four years ago, had now appeared at the company with Fu Xunzhi.
The scrutinizing gazes she received along the way were all too familiar, almost identical to the gazes she received four years ago when she transformed from an ordinary person into Mrs. Fu.
However, previous attempts to spy on others were far less friendly than they are now.
"Master Fu, Madam has arrived."
Upon hearing this address, Song Xingyao paused for a moment, then said to Pei Jing, "Don't call me that anymore, it will cause misunderstandings."
Pei Jing was left standing at the door, pondering: But aren't President Fu and his wife still married?
...
Such harsh words could not escape Fu Siming's ears. He had originally intended to pretend to flip through two pages of the document, but it was casually tossed aside.
"How's the house search going?" Pretending not to have heard what was just said, she casually asked, taking Fu Xunzhi's hand in her hand.
“I’ve found him, so I might need to get things ready in the next few days. Please don’t send Xunzhi to me for the next few days, I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep an eye on him.”
Then he squatted down and said to Fu Xunzhi, who seemed a little unhappy, "What's wrong, Xunzhi? How about I pick you up to come over and play after the house here is all furnished?"
But this did not smooth out that wrinkled little face.
While she was bowing her head to comfort Fu Xunzhi, Fu Siming stared at her almost obsessively, finally feeling a sense of reality.
She really came back.
That brief encounter the night before last felt unreal.
Now that the mother and son were standing in front of him, Fu Siming couldn't take his eyes off her for a moment.
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