Fu Siming spoke only after she stopped what she was doing.
"The people who came today should be Jiang Jiayao's men."
"Minister Jiang?" Song Xingyao looked puzzled.
"Yes, you know the results of the recent leadership reshuffle are coming out soon, right? There's probably no hope of re-election. He probably thinks I'm the biggest obstacle. He brought up the matter of cooperation with me, but I refused." He spoke casually, as if the other party wasn't someone in a high position of power, but just an ordinary business partner.
"Why?"
“During his tenure, Fu Bowen and Gu Mai, under his protection, swallowed up many small companies, wanting to occupy the leading position in the Jiangcheng market, which aroused resentment from many companies,” he paused, then chuckled, “Tiansheng may have become a thorn in their side.”
A cold glint flashed in his sharp eyes, completely unlike before.
Song Xingyao didn't speak, waiting for him to continue.
"So, Minister Jiang also felt that his inability to be re-elected was entirely my fault. I didn't cooperate with him, and I was worried that he would target me from my side. So he sent Xunzhi to you and arranged someone around you. But I didn't expect him to find you so quickly."
Fortunately, Ang reminded him, so he rushed over to find him, but unexpectedly, something almost happened.
Recalling the terrifying scene just now, Fu Siming's eyes flashed with ruthlessness and cold light.
But he quickly composed himself and met Song Xingyao's gaze.
Song Xingyao: "So you said Xunzhi doesn't want to go to school because you think Jiang Jiayao will try to take advantage of him?"
Hearing her analysis, Fu Siming chuckled, "Not entirely."
What he didn't say was that this was just one of his thoughts. Although that was one reason, another important one was that when he saw Shi Yu visiting late at night that day, he thought that if Fu Xunzhi were here, Song Xingyao definitely wouldn't let him stay overnight.
Moreover, because of Jiang Jiayao's recent situation, he couldn't be by Song Xingyao's side all the time, so he had no choice but to keep Fu Xunzhi by her side.
Song Xingyao was naturally unaware of these ulterior motives; otherwise, given her current temper, she would have definitely sent the father and son, along with their bags, back to Haiyan.
Looking at her expression, Song Xingyao felt that she had been tricked, but she didn't know where the problem lay.
“But I can’t keep an eye on him all the time. The next phase of the research institute’s experiments is about to begin. Besides, even if this matter is over, someone like Jiang Jiayao might not let you off the hook.”
She frowned, her face showing worry.
Fu Siming suddenly realized what she meant and looked at her furrowed brows.
What I was thinking was: Is she worried about me?
He regretted not kissing her earlier; her parted red lips were incredibly alluring. Unlike before, he was now fully awake and wanted to kiss her.
He took the opportunity to reach out and brush his hand around her hair over her shoulder.
While Song Xingyao was still talking about Jiang Jiayao, Fu Siming's thoughts had already drifted far away.
With a little force, he pressed her against the bookshelf. Song Xingyao was stunned, and the suddenly enlarged face in front of her made her eyes widen.
Fu Siming's kiss was both forceful and gentle. Her hand was pressed against the bookshelf and touched the cold side of her body. She whimpered twice, but this gave the man the opportunity to go further.
Suddenly, everything went dark, as if she had returned to Bai Ye's room. Song Xingyao stopped struggling.
The passionate kiss seemed to carry an electric current, making her hands and feet feel weak and powerless. Only then did Fu Siming release his other hand and support her waist, not giving her a chance to retreat. An indescribable emotion surged between his lips and teeth.
The ambiguous and surging atmosphere made the indoor ventilation system, which seemed to have been shut down, feel hot and suffocating.
This intimate bond, though seemingly from a distant past, feels completely natural, as if it were an instinctive connection.
"Knock knock..."
The sudden knocking on the door jolted the two of them awake.
Fu Siming felt his chest being suddenly pushed open.
The woman in front of him had already had her lipstick smudged from kissing, like pink clouds spreading around her lips.
Not at all disheveled, but exceptionally tempting.
Song Xingyao glared at him fiercely!
A light knock sounded on the door again.
Fu Siming thought to himself: Sure enough, when there are no enemies, one's son is one's greatest enemy.
Seeing him about to open the door, Song Xingyao panicked, grabbed him, and stuffed a pack of wet wipes into his arms.
I walked up to him and glared at him fiercely from behind.
Fu Siming had no choice but to wipe the pink stains off his lips under her gaze.
The persistent knocking at the door had now occurred for the third time.
When she opened the door, she found Fu Xunzhi standing there. Seeing that Song Xingyao's lips were still a little swollen, he leaned against her and kissed her, a worried expression on his face.
He remembered that his mother's expression was a bit fierce when she called his father in. Seeing that the two of them had been inside for so long and hadn't come out yet, and hearing the clattering sounds inside, he thought for a long time before deciding to knock on the door.
Seeing his father's dark face behind him, he shrank back in Song Xingyao's arms.
Song Xingyao felt that the little dumpling in her arms seemed very insecure, so she could only gently soothe his emotions with her hands.
That evening, the two reached a consensus and decided to send Fu Xunzhi back to the Fu family's old residence. Security there was tight, and no matter what, with the old man and Jiang Man there, they were unlikely to choose to make their move there.
Children should not have to bear the dangers created by adults.
As Fu Xunzhi was about to leave, he lingered in Song Xingyao's arms.
Song Xingyao was also very reluctant, but when she thought of Jiang Jiayao, a ruthless person who was capable of anything, she hesitated.
Squat down in front of him, look him in the eye, and extend your pinky finger in front of him.
"Pinky promise, I'll go pick you up from Grandma's after I'm done with things here, okay?"
He stared at her for a while, then reached out and hooked his hand in hers, nodding heavily.
Fu Siming picked him up, a hint of reluctance in his eyes, and clung to Song Xingyao.
Song Xingyao stood by the window, watching the father and son get into the car. The room was silent, and only then did she feel a sense of reality.
After thinking about it, I decided to distract myself with work!
Before I'd even looked at much of the material in the study, I could already sense the lingering ambiguous atmosphere from earlier.
Some familiar scents lingered around him.
I couldn't concentrate at all! I flipped through a few pages of resumes and then closed my laptop to rest.
When I woke up the next day, the gentle Fu Xunzhi was no longer beside me, and I felt a little empty inside.
Indeed, the most terrifying thing about people is habit.
Since meeting Fu Siming yesterday, she has consciously looked around and noticed many figures that have been frequently appearing around her recently.
Don't worry.
In the office, I discussed the detailed plan for the second step of the experiment with Professor Xu, and the whole morning passed by.
Several young researchers were getting ready to go out for dinner.
Seeing Song Xingyao return from outside, several people looked at her gossipy: "Teacher Song, someone brought you some food."
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