Song Xingyao's phone call disrupted Fu Siming's original plan to start over.
These two meetings should have had a good effect with Fu Xunzhi's blessing.
Unexpectedly, Song Xingyao suddenly remembered that the two were not divorced. He had been thinking that as long as the relationship between the two did not make her feel uncomfortable.
At least until he won her back, she was still Mrs. Fu.
But yesterday, too many people reminded her of her identity.
The original plan to take things slowly seems to be unfeasible.
Song Xingyao hung up the phone, casually tossed it aside, and lay back on the sofa.
All I could think about was how to take the initiative.
While she was in Secklow, the professor was curious about her and asked her why she came to Secklow to study.
She omitted the convoluted details of her experiences when telling the professor.
The professor told himself: Skye, if you don't like something, be bold and say it out loud, and refuse others' advances; but if it's something you want, then you have to fight for it, otherwise it won't just fall into your lap for nothing. This is the secret to having no regrets; don't let meaningless things bind your actions.
Since she didn't seem to be refusing, I might as well give it another try and see how much of myself there really is beneath the surface of my hidden emotions.
On the day Fu Xunzhi started school, Song Xingyao did not personally send her off. She simply parked the car on the side of the road. Fu Siming did not come. She watched as the entire Fu family made a big show of sending her to the kindergarten.
But the children in this kindergarten are all from wealthy and influential families, and the principal has seen such scenes before, so it's nothing new to him.
He simply nodded respectfully to them and took Fu Xunzhi's hand.
Fu Xunzhi didn't look happy on his first day of school. His face was full of worry, and his little head was looking around as if he was looking for something.
Jiang Man knew that Fu Xunzhi couldn't be happy since neither of his parents came on his first day at the kindergarten.
Despite her aggrieved expression, she forced herself to act as if nothing was wrong.
Song Xingyao felt extremely distressed. Although she really wanted to push the door open and leave, she couldn't figure out how to face these elders who had been so kind to her, since she had left without a word before.
Watching his small figure follow the dean inside.
They then drove away.
But to my surprise, I received an unexpected phone call a short while later.
The familiar voice made her feel a little envious.
"Yao Yao".
With just one word, Song Xingyao choked up and dared not speak.
"Yao Yao?" came the uncertain voice from the other end.
"I am here."
"Come home, I'll be waiting for you there."
Fu Quan's voice was light and airy, no longer as energetic as before.
By the time they realized what was happening, the car had already stopped at the Fu family's old residence.
Song Xingyao's hand trembled as she pressed the doorbell.
When I was led into the living room, I noticed that there were two large, colorful photographs on the wall, more than when I had arrived.
She took half a step back and covered her mouth.
I recalled those nights when the scenes repeated themselves countless times.
Scalding tears streamed down her face, and Song Xingyao quickly wiped away the traces.
The empty house contained only Fu Quan and a few servants.
The interior, with its pale white decor, resembled a funeral hall that hadn't been properly cleaned, exuding a desolate atmosphere.
Fu Quan beckoned to her, "Sit down."
Both father and daughter carried their own unique emotions.
With a sob in her voice, Song Xingyao said awkwardly, "Dad, I'm sorry."
She left without saying goodbye, and it was because of her that Fu Yao drove Wu Mu to his death.
Fu Quan raised the corners of his mouth, "Yao Yao, you didn't do anything wrong to me. It's me who did wrong to you. I adopted her and broke up this family. I personally brought the person who hurt my wife and daughter into their lives."
After saying that, he shook his head and sighed, "I'm so glad to hear you're back. Four years ago, I heard you went missing, and I heard about those things... I... I really regret it. I didn't know Fu Yao had done so much, and I didn't know she was standing between you and Fu Siming..."
"Yaoyao, can you forgive me?"
Song Xingyao looked at the man in front of her with a guilty expression: "Dad, this has nothing to do with you."
"That's great...that's great..." he muttered to himself. He should have been a man full of vigor, but because of all the things that had happened over the years, he felt as if he had been forgiven and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing him like this, Song Xingyao felt terrible.
Fu Quan continued, "I think you've come back this time, and you're naturally at ease. I'm getting old, but the Fu family will still be left to you."
Then, as if remembering something, she asked, "Yaoyao, Siming, do you still love him?"
...
She shook her head. "I don't know..."
Hearing her words, Fu Quan nodded, understanding her inner turmoil and hesitation, but still spoke up: "He's a good kid. Perhaps there were some misunderstandings and difficulties in the past. I think you two should talk it out. Don't wait until it's too late to realize where true love is. I can see that he's been waiting for you all these years, but he's afraid that you won't forgive him."
“When my grandfather passed away, he helped me a lot, and I rarely saw him like that.”
"Hmm... I understand, Dad. I'll figure it out."
Song Xingyao gave him a comforting hug and lit incense for her mother and grandfather before leaving.
Seeing that his weary and dejected eyes finally regained some light because of my appearance.
Song Xingyao was relieved.
She had indeed not experienced much warmth from her family. Even after they reunited four years ago, she rarely had the opportunity to spend time with them because of Fu Yao's interference.
Now that she's back, Song Xingyao thought she could slowly find back what she had missed before.
But to everyone's surprise, Fu Siming hid as soon as he made his first move.
She brought up divorce herself, intending to tear off the man's calm mask, but she didn't expect him to hide away. Since that's the case, she has to think of other ways.
Fu Siming was indeed having some headaches because of this matter, but he wouldn't miss the chance to personally send Fu Xunzhi to school.
I had originally planned to move to the same neighborhood with Fu Xunzhi, so we could have a convenient connection.
However, they were attacked in the south. Although they were not seriously injured this time, the situation is still somewhat troublesome.
The election for the leadership of Jiangcheng City is about to begin. Minister Jiang's intention to run for re-election is being met with resistance from many people. The political climate is unstable, and lobbyists are coming in waves.
They called themselves lobbyists, but it would be more accurate to call them threats and intimidation.
Many people have approached Tiansheng wanting to cooperate with them.
Over the past four years, Fu Bowen and Gu Mai, under his protection, have swallowed up the living space of many people, and it seems that in another four years, they will have no way to survive.
They had no choice but to come to Fu Siming's door and ask for his cooperation.
Remembering what the old man said to him, it's been four years already, isn't it time?
The photograph of the two naked figures spun in his hand, leaving sharp afterimages.
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