Song Xingyao added it to her favorites, but still insisted on reading through all the resumes at the end.
Stepping out of the study, I found Fu Xunzhi already asleep on the sofa.
She hadn't bought any groceries, so she left a recording on the table for Fu Xunzhi and went out to buy more.
Even in broad daylight, Song Xingyao felt uneasy, with a sense of oppressive unease.
While I was waiting at a red light, I saw a weather forecast that said a heavy rainstorm was about to hit.
But the sky looked perfectly clear...
It's probably because the weather is a bit stuffy.
When the indicator light flashed green, she put down her phone and prepared to go over.
The car on the right-hand zebra crossing suddenly went out of control and veered in his direction.
Song Xingyao didn't react in time, her body seemed to be nailed to the spot, and she could only take a step back.
But the front of the car seemed to only sway for a moment before heading straight for me.
Suddenly, a huge pulling sensation from behind pulled me into an embrace.
The two rolled together toward the other side of the car, which couldn't turn in time and had to drive away against the flow of traffic.
Still shaken, Song Xingyao leaned against the person supporting her from behind, her limbs limp, and cold sweat pouring from her forehead.
The man behind her grasped Song Xingyao's wrist with his long, slender fingers, and Song Xingyao finally came to her senses from the danger she had just experienced.
She thanked him, and the familiar scent calmed her down. She stood up. "Fu Siming?! You... how come..."
He stood up and checked Song Xingyao's body. Finding no wounds, he lightly flicked her forehead with a slightly reproachful tone.
"Why are you standing still instead of getting out of the way?"
She didn't notice what he was doing, and she was secretly relieved that Fu Siming had appeared, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.
She noticed that his clothes at the elbow were torn from the impact of the rolling, yet she was held in his arms without any contact.
Song Xingyao nodded slightly at the wound, unusually patient with him, "Let's go back first and take care of your hand injury."
Fu Siming followed behind her, and before leaving, he looked back at the surveillance camera hanging on the traffic light by the roadside.
He noted down a number, sent a message to his phone, and then obediently followed Song Xingyao back.
Pushing open the door, Fu Xunzhi saw the two of them return together and excitedly rushed to Fu Siming, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
"dad!"
She picked the child up in her arms and asked, "Have you been a good girl and listened to Mommy lately?"
Fu Xunzhi nodded excitedly.
Song Xingyao put her things away and spoke to the father and son who were still muttering to each other.
"Xunzhi, you go play first, I have something to tell Dad."
The slightly serious tone made the father and son stop what they were doing.
Seeing Song Xingyao like this for the first time, Fu Siming found it quite novel and interesting that she seemed angry.
He put Fu Xunzhi down and followed him into the study.
Looking around at the furnishings, she casually glanced at a framed photo on the table, which contained a picture of her and Fu Xunzhi.
Fu Siming pursed his lips and casually closed the door.
There were no men's clothes here; Fu Siming's dark shirt, covered in lingering dust, possessed a unique, battle-worn charm.
Song Xingyao slightly increased the distance between them and leaned against the windowsill.
It seems that only by staying away from him can we prevent any ambiguity from arising in this enclosed space.
Her movements were casual yet effortless; the light-colored cardigan draped over her body couldn't conceal her perfect figure.
His reverie was interrupted by Song Xingyao's words the next second.
Who were the people on the bus today?
"..."
"Fu Siming, you're not trying to say that you just happened to run into them and happened to be there, are you?"
"No. It's not important. I will protect you."
"So Xunzhi is also their target?" Song Xingyao quickly grasped the key point and asked in return.
Seeing that she had her arms crossed and showed no intention of letting him go.
After hesitating for a moment, Fu Siming immediately spoke.
"I won't let him hurt you."
"Heh." She chuckled softly, lowered her hands, and slowly moved closer to him.
"Fu Siming, you still don't understand. Have you considered that if Xunzhi and I had gone out together today, could you be sure we would both be safe? You've arranged for many people around me, haven't you? But what was the final result? Because of the danger that appeared beside me, I wasn't even allowed to know?"
The cold questioning made Fu Siming feel somewhat pressured, and he didn't say anything in his defense.
There was a hint of aloofness in her eyes, which made Fu Siming uneasy.
With the remote control pressed, the fresh air system switch was activated, and the only sound in the quiet study was the slight whirring of the air being circulated.
Walking around to the front of the table, Song Xingyao took a women's cigarette from the bookshelf and lit it in front of him.
A wisp of smoke mixed with the scent of mint suddenly appeared in the room.
She had no idea when Song Xingyao had learned to smoke.
The two were quite far apart. Song Xingyao sighed, moved closer to him, and used one hand to brush the dust off his clothes.
Because they were too close, he couldn't see Song Xingyao's expression clearly; he could only hear her voice coming from her chest.
“Look, you didn’t understand me four years ago, and you still don’t understand me four years later, right? You always think that what you’re doing is for my own good. Four years ago, you thought you could remove the obstacles between us on your own, and four years later, you think you can protect me.”
"You... you've never let me stand by your side." There was a hint of bitterness in his voice.
He didn't move, standing still, watching the red lips open and close, saying things he had never understood before.
He suddenly woke up, remembering how someone had advised him to face things with her and not to underestimate her...
Looking down, all that could be seen were slender hands gently patting her body; Song Xingyao's expression was blurred behind the white smoke of bitter mint.
Fu Siming couldn't see clearly, but right now, he really wanted to kiss her.
He grabbed her slender wrist, turned her around, and the two switched places.
Song Xingyao's hand was pinned to the door by him. As she moved, cigarette ash rolled down and landed on her shoulder, burning her and making her tremble slightly.
Her dark, clear eyes stared intently at her.
It's so enticing that you'll want to delve deeper and become completely absorbed.
The two grew closer and closer until the scent of tobacco wafted onto Fu Siming's face.
He suddenly turned his face to the side, braced his hands on the door, and buried his face in her shoulder.
Even with my eyes closed, all I could see in my mind were her captivating eyes.
"sorry."
Song Xingyao's hands and body were completely restrained by him, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
It seems like I've been waiting to say this for a long time, but I don't know why I said it.
Song Xingyao gently placed her other hand on his back, and Fu Siming took the initiative to widen the distance between them. He then grabbed a cigarette from the bookshelf and casually tossed it into the trash can.
"Your son is still at the door. You're still smoking? Quit." The tone left no room for argument.
Song Xingyao said "Oh," put the cigarette in her hand into the crystal jar, and took out a wet wipe to wipe her hands.
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