The two ignored each other for a while. Seeing that they were both stubborn, Qi's mother secretly told Jiang Man about it.
Jiang Man only said she understood, but then there was no follow-up for a long time.
When Song Xingyao came downstairs, she was surprised to find that Fu Siming had not yet left Haiyan. These past few days, he had either left early and returned late, or slept alone in the study. In any case, the two of them rarely saw each other.
Fu Siming realized that his temper had inexplicably flared up that day, and he was so out of control that he felt somewhat bewildered, yet he didn't want to lose face and apologize.
"Go back to the old house tonight, I'll come back to pick you up later," Fu Siming said first.
"Um."
Fu Siming added two more chopsticks to her plate at the dinner table. Song Xingyao ate the food obediently without saying a word, looking rather irritated.
On the way back to the old house, the car was deathly silent. Old Xu couldn't understand what was going on. The young master had gone to great lengths to buy flowers and put them in the trunk.
Upon arriving at the main house, Song Xingyao was immediately intercepted by Jiang Man.
Old Xu asked what to do with the flowers in the back seat, and Fu Siming told him to throw them in the garden and let the gardener take care of them.
There was still some time before mealtime, and Jiang Man hadn't expected that after so many days, her son still hadn't managed to appease her, and she would have to step in herself.
She pulled Song Xingyao to the study. Jiang Man didn't use the study often, and you could see that it was full of Fu Ting's habits, but occasionally Jiang Man's presence would be felt.
For example, a piece of translucent purple jade pen holder and a jade flower branch placed next to the bookshelf are somewhat different from the European minimalist style, but the owner still accepts them well.
Jiang Man rummaged around for a while and took out a photo album from the bookshelf for Song Xingyao. The cover had the character "冥" (Ming) specially written on it, along with a red handprint that had already faded a bit.
Jiang Man began to speak.
"This is a photo of Ah Ming when he was a child. I originally planned to have a daughter, but who knew that there were no daughters in the Fu family gene, and I had two sons in a row."
“I secretly took a lot of photos of him in women’s clothes. When A-Ming turned four, he refused to take any more photos, and his face became more and more sour. I really don’t know who he looks like.”
“One day, Ah Ming went out to play with his brother and got lost. I was so scared that I had to put up a missing person notice, but I couldn’t find a single fresh photo.”
"Fortunately, it was found. Since then, he has been unhappy about it, so I have taken the two brothers to take photos every year and made them into an album, just in case we can't find it again."
Song Xingyao slowly flipped through the photo album, her gaze lingering on the photo from when she was ten years old for a long time…
Jiang Man pulled out a photo of Fu Siming wearing a light blue dress, with a really sour expression on his face.
She interrupted Song Xingyao's daze: "Next time he makes you angry, use this picture to threaten him!"
Song Xingyao smiled bitterly. Jiang Man was such a bad mother; she had directly handed over her weakness to someone else.
Song Xingyao carefully flipped through the photos, pointing to the one labeled "ten years old," and asked, "Mom, can I have this photo?"
Jiang Man didn't understand, but she still took it out and gave it to her: "This is a picture I took of him at home the day we found him, to commemorate that this kid was lucky to survive and wasn't kidnapped."
“Yaoyao, I know you two have a conflict. A Ming had some issues a few years ago, and sometimes he might not be able to control his emotions when he expresses them.”
“I can see that you have a docile nature, but I don’t want you to always give in to him. You married him, so you are his wife. No matter how he treats you, you should be yourself first, not anyone else, okay?”
Jiang Man's words were loaded with meaning. Song Xingyao thought she was there to persuade her not to argue with Fu Siming, but she didn't expect to hear these things.
All the grievances I've felt these past few days are about to spill out of my eyes because of these words.
"I……"
Jiang Man didn't expect that a few words would bring Song Xingyao to tears. She was a little anxious. She knew that her son had been standing at the door for a long time. She went out and pushed Song Xingyao in, leaving the young couple alone.
...
The two looked at each other.
Fu Siming stepped forward and casually flipped through the photo album in Song Xingyao's hand, completely ignoring the embarrassing history it contained, before closing it and tossing it aside.
He glanced down at her and said with a hint of teasing, "Why are you such a crybaby?"
"I don't……"
"The old man said he'd like to introduce you to some guests we're having today. Let's go."
Fu Siming casually took her hand and led her downstairs by the wrist.
An old man dressed in a Tang suit was drinking tea with Old Master Fu. When he saw people coming down, Song Xingyao quickly shook off Fu Siming's hand.
Song Xingyao stepped forward to greet him: "Grandpa...Teacher Shi?!"
"What? You know my granddaughter-in-law?" Old Master Fu asked the old man in the Tang suit in front of him when Song Xingyao spoke.
He then turned to Song Xingyao and said, "Little Song, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Wu Xian."
"Hahahaha! I know this girl. Back then, when I was recuperating at the villa behind Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, this little girl came to me every day to learn calligraphy. Could this be the talented student you were going to introduce to me? Fu Mingtang, this little girl has been studying with me for quite a while."
Grandpa Fu laughed heartily upon hearing this: "I was wondering why her writing had a bit of your style; it turns out she learned it from you all along."
Song Xingyao was still standing there, completely bewildered. What student... how did the teacher suddenly become Teacher Wu...?
Grandpa Fu: "Come to Grandpa's. Mr. Wu has come back this time and plans to stay in Jiangcheng for a long time. He wants to do some charity work and will often hold calligraphy and painting exhibitions and auctions. I said I wanted to introduce you to him so you could be his student and learn something from him."
Fu Siming: "You've already arranged for my wife to be with you?"
Grandpa Fu rolled his eyes: "She's your wife, not your full-time housewife?"
"Little Song, what do you think?"
Wu Xian also spoke up: "Girl, do you still want to continue learning?"
Song Xingyao snapped out of her daze and nodded emphatically: "I want to!"
She was delighted that Grandpa Fu had such an opportunity, as he could legitimately go out to work and continue learning from a master in the calligraphy world.
"Old Wu, I told you you'd be satisfied with this student. Don't forget to give me the calligraphy you promised!"
...
After the meal, Song Xingyao and Teacher Wu Xian exchanged contact information.
Grandpa Wu said he had just returned and that the things he was planning would take a while; he would contact her again if anything came up.
At night, Song Xingyao stood in the garden, calmly reflecting on the day's events, still finding it all quite magical.
She reconciled with Fu Siming and became Professor Wu Xian's student...
She suddenly felt that her life had changed drastically ever since she met Fu Siming at the Imperial Court that night...
The gardener carried a bottle of camellias toward the main house; this variety wasn't grown in the garden.
"Where did this come from?"
“Young Madam, this is what the young master brought back today and asked us to deal with. I thought it would be a shame to throw away such a big bouquet of flowers, so I found a vase, added some filler flowers, and put it in the main house to decorate.”
Song Xingyao stood still; this was Fu Siming's favorite flower...
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