Seeing his expression, Song Xingyao understood.
She slowly walked out and addressed Fu Siming, "Mr. Fu, you've arrived so late, do you finally have time to discuss important matters?"
Fu Siming was provoked by her words, as if he had touched a snail's antennae, and quickly pulled his emotions back.
Not wanting to discuss these matters in front of Shi Yu, he calmly began, "I'm not here today to talk about this, but about Xun Zhi."
When Fu Xunzhi was mentioned, Shi Yu's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
Fu Siming felt a little better upon seeing this, but his smile quickly faded.
Shi Yu: "You guys have something to talk about, I'll go first. Zhuo Wen will be back this week, we'll go back for dinner then."
"Okay, sure."
The special agreement between the two made Fu Siming feel like an outsider. He watched as she personally saw the person off before they sat down.
Seeing where Zhuo Wen had just been sitting, Fu Siming deliberately went around to the next seat and sat down.
Watching his actions, Song Xingyao thought to herself, "When did he become so childish?"
"Mr. Fu, can you continue now?"
Fu Siming felt that she had seen through his little thoughts, but he didn't care at all. "Xunzhi came back and said that he doesn't want to go to school anymore."
He finished explaining the important business that was going to happen tonight in just a few words.
Fu Siming had already told Fu Siming that if he didn't want to go, he could go later.
So he felt it wasn't a big deal, just a matter of resting for a few days.
But Song Xingyao didn't think that way, thinking about Fu Xunzhi's separation anxiety.
She spoke in a low voice, "Fu Siming, are you aware that Fu Xunzhi might have separation anxiety?"
The man opposite her paused for a second upon hearing her words.
Didn't expect her to find out so quickly? He had taken Fu Xunzhi to see Professor Xu before, and Professor Xu had said that he had no psychological problems, just that he was too sensitive, but he never thought it would be separation anxiety.
Seeing him still deep in thought, Song Xingyao continued, "He needs proper psychological intervention."
Fu Siming loosened his tightly tied tie. "He doesn't need it!"
Fu Xunzhi was stimulated by neurotoxins before birth. Although the laboratory staff said that it was not yet possible to determine whether these conditions were related to the neurotoxin medication, the antidote was still in clinical trials and could not be used yet.
Seeing that his condition was getting better and better after Song Xingyao returned, Song Xingyao said at this time that he had separation anxiety.
Fu Siming recalled those dark and tormenting moments, and the bad news that came from time to time.
And there was that rainy day when Song Xingyao ran away.
Watching him get up from the stool, his tie, loosened from fidgeting, and a button undone at some point, revealed an indescribable emotion in the corners of his deep red eyes.
Fu Siming walked around the dining table to her side. The scent of sandalwood wafting from him suddenly overwhelmed her presence, and his deep and unwavering gaze seemed to devour her. Song Xingyao swallowed hard.
The man rested his head on her shoulder, his soft hair tickling her neck.
A hoarse, deep voice, tinged with seriousness, came from beside my ear: "He doesn't need it."
His voice, though softened, still carried suppressed emotions. "He needs you, he needs a complete family." He paused for a moment. "But I don't want it to be just him between you and me, you know that, Song Xingyao?"
The warm voice carried a hint of allure, with a touch of seductive charm. Song Xingyao was momentarily stunned, only able to look forward and feel the familiar presence around her.
As she gradually regained consciousness, the man beside her had already distanced himself from her and said, "He's not going to school these few days, I'll bring him here to you tomorrow."
Watching his departing figure.
Song Xingyao wanted to call out to him, but she couldn't bring herself to speak.
I don't know how things got to this point, but when I woke up the next day, I felt something was off. Wasn't this Qiao Yiming's house? Why did it look so familiar?
She's clearly just playing the victim.
Upon seeing Fu Siming standing outside the door, his expression had already returned to normal, showing no sign that he had been there the previous night.
Carrying Fu Xunzhi and his luggage bag.
After realizing what had happened, Song Xingyao was somewhat annoyed. After all, she had intended to outmaneuver him, but instead, she had been outmaneuvered.
Seeing her throw a little tantrum, Fu Siming felt much happier.
Before leaving, although she was telling Fu Xunzhi to be good, her eyes couldn't help but drift towards Song Xingyao.
Meanwhile, Song Xingyao was busy observing Fu Xunzhi's condition and did not pay any attention to Fu Siming's eyes and actions.
The mother and son saw the person off. Fu Xunzhi was a little sullen, but no matter what Song Xingyao said, he wouldn't say a word.
Song Xingyao could only slowly calm down. She had helped so many patients, but when it came to her own child, she felt somewhat at a loss.
After several days, Fu Xunzhi's condition finally improved. The experiment was about to enter the next stage, and I didn't have much time to take care of Fu Xunzhi.
But these days, Fu Siming seems to have disappeared without a trace.
That day, Fu Xunzhi turned on the TV. The mother and son were having breakfast when they heard the news report that the data of the Sige family's domestic investments had been hacked, resulting in the leakage of a large amount of users' personal information, including important confidential content. The company's stock price had already hit the daily limit down for three consecutive days.
At this moment, Fu Siming sat facing him in the private room, the same news shining brightly in the dimly lit room.
"cheers."
Ang raised his glass and headed towards Fu Siming.
The two cups clinked together, making a crisp sound. Fu Siming said, "I also need you to investigate someone, Jiang Jiayao."
“Jiang Jiayao is related to your father’s escape from Jiangcheng 20 years ago.”
Ang's hand holding the cup hovered in the air.
Ang's father was originally a special agent, but he ended up in S country and was assassinated by the Sige family, which led to his death.
The reason he returned to China was simply because Gu Mai had been living too comfortably under Jiang Jiayao's protection all these years, so he needed to create some trouble to keep him from doing things for Jiang Jiayao.
Ang never imagined that the forces behind Jiang Jiayao would be related to his father's past.
"Be careful of Fu Xunzhi and Song Xingyao lately. I know you've planted people around them, but Jiang Jiayao knows there's no hope of cooperating with you, so who knows what he might do."
"Um."
As Fu Siming watched the news on the screen, he thought of the mother and son, and his fatigue vanished. However, it was a crucial time for leadership transition, and it would be unsafe for him to be by their side at this time.
On the other side, Gu Mai and Fu Bowen were having dinner with Minister Jiang.
Fu Bowen suddenly remembered something: "Minister Jiang, I know you're not satisfied with his efforts to prevent your re-election. You can start from here."
The photos in my hand appeared on the table; they were pictures of Song Xingyao and Fu Xunzhi traveling together.
Jiang Jiayao looked at the person opposite him with amusement, "I didn't expect that President Fu's relationship with his younger brother was even worse than I imagined. Hahaha..."
"Alright, you don't need to worry about what happens next, especially you, Gu Mai. Take care of your own affairs first and don't cause any trouble. That will be helping me."
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