Jiang Jiayao was still smiling, perhaps feeling that his words had no deterrent effect whatsoever, and how could he possibly become a pawn?
But the next second, the shadow behind Fu Siming blocked the light in front of him, causing him to close his eyes instantly.
When he opened his eyes again, the tip of the person's shoe was already pressing against Jiang Jiayao's eyeballs; the distance was too close for him to see the person in front of him.
But I still panicked for no reason.
His deep, husky voice produced a unique sound, low and hoarse, with the indistinct quality of an old CD played on a retro stereo, but Jiang Jiayao still heard what he said.
"Long time no see, Jiang Jiayao."
But he recognized the owner of the voice in a second.
His hands were pinned down, and he struggled on the ground, crying, "It's you?? An Qiming? How is this possible? How could you not be dead?"
"Thanks to you, I almost ended up as fish food in the sea. It's a pity I survived."
Seeing him writhing on the ground like a maggot, Fu Siming didn't want to hear their old stories. He exchanged a glance with An Qiming, nodded to each other, and then turned and left.
When they arrived at the hospital, Song Xingyao was still undergoing examinations, but the doctor came out shortly afterward.
The expression on his face wasn't very pleasant.
Fu Siming's heart tightened.
"Master Fu," the doctor bowed, paused for a moment, and then said, "The results of the injection and blood test for Madam are still pending, but based on the current situation, there is no danger to her life."
He had just breathed a sigh of relief when his next words made him gasp again, "But... we'll have to wait until Madam wakes up to know the specifics."
Seeing Song Xingyao lying there, he regretted it, regretted promising Ang that he would help her find the truth about her father.
After Song Xingyao returned, Fu Siming went to the temple in Beishan to fulfill his vow again, and met the man there once more. This time, however, the photo on the man's table felt familiar to him.
After repeated questioning, An Qiming finally revealed the truth about why he had asked him to inquire about Ang's situation back then.
After returning, Ang did not meet with An Qiming. He only knew that his father was not dead and wanted to bring the truth about the harm done to him by Jiang Jiayao to light.
That's how we ended up with today's scene.
But he was a second too late. His fist slammed into the marble wall of the hospital, and the blood seeping from his knuckles stained the wall, making it look like four bloody holes, a horrifying sight.
Four years ago, when they found Song Xingyao in the dark wooden house, she was lying quietly in the hospital room in the same way.
It's as if waking up from a nightmare is the beginning of the nightmare.
Pei Jing ran up from behind, looked at his gloomy expression, and hesitated to speak.
"Master Fu, An Ye is gone. All the evidence has been submitted. He definitely won't be able to escape this time."
Despite it being a long-planned scheme, there was no joy in its success. Looking at the woman in the ward, Pei Jing followed his gaze.
On the first day of reconciliation, they faced separation again.
"Go back first and help deal with Jiang Jiayao's matter. Contact me if anything comes up."
"yes."
After Pei Jing left, he was left alone in the large, empty corridor. Fu Siming turned the doorknob but didn't dare to go in.
The moment the needle pierced Song Xingyao's neck, his heart almost stopped.
He walked to the bedside and looked at the woman on the bed, who was as quiet as if she were asleep.
"Song Xingyao, didn't we agree that I would pick you up and take you home?"
"Do you remember telling Fu Xunzhi that you would pick him up and take him home?"
You absolutely cannot get hurt!
At the Fu family's old residence, Fu Xunzhi, clutching the schoolbag Jiang Man had prepared for him, sat on the steps of the gate, gazing at the courtyard.
Jiang Man called out to him, "Xunzhi, come in and wait. Didn't Dad say he would come back to pick you up today?"
But he didn't move an inch and remained sitting in the same spot, thinking that his parents might arrive soon.
When I called my dad this morning, he clearly said he would come to pick me up today. My dad has never lied to me.
But it's getting dark, why hasn't Dad come back yet?
The small streetlights in the courtyard suddenly turned on, and Fu Xunzhi's eyes lit up as he looked at the familiar car at the door.
He quickly stood up from the steps, hastily throwing aside the schoolbag he had been carrying in his arms.
He walked quickly down the stairs, feeling that the stairs were too long. Why did it take so long to walk such a short distance?
It took him quite a while to run down the steps, and when he saw the person getting out of the car, it wasn't Fu Siming. He was a little disappointed.
She peered into the car for a while, and when she found that there was no one in the car, she went up and grabbed Pei Jing's sleeve.
"Uncle Pei, where's Dad?"
Pei Jing was speechless for a moment, and not wanting to tell him the truth in front of him, he could only squat down and say to him, "Young Master, President Fu still has some work to do, so he specially asked me to come and tell you today. Let's go in first, okay?"
The smile on her little face vanished completely, her eyelids drooped, and she looked somewhat aggrieved.
Jiang Man was also surprised to see Pei Jing leading Fu Xunzhi over.
Pei Jing greeted her respectfully, "Ms. Jiang, Mr. Fu asked me to come and tell you that due to some unforeseen circumstances, he hasn't been able to pick up the young master these past few days..."
The rest was unsaid because it was in front of Fu Xunzhi.
Jiang Man quickly realized what was going on, "Xunzhi, why don't you go find Grandpa first? I need to talk to Uncle Pei about something, okay?"
Fu Xunzhi didn't agree, but still went to find Fu Ting with her head down.
Seeing that the person had walked away, Jiang Man immediately put away her previous expression. "What happened? Didn't you say this morning that you were going to bring Yao Yao back?"
"Madam has been captured by Jiang Jiayao's men. Her condition is still uncertain; she's still in the hospital."
"What?!" Realizing his voice was a bit loud, he lowered it. "How could this happen?"
"Mr. Fu is currently under observation at the hospital, so he can't come over. Please take good care of him for a while longer. He will come to pick up the young master once Madam's condition has improved."
...
A table full of food was prepared, but no one sat down to eat. How could Song Xingyao have been dragged into this trouble again in such a short time?
She had heard the old man talk about Jiang Jiayao's affairs, but how did it get involved with Song Xingyao?
After Pei Jing finished speaking, he prepared to leave. Jiang Jiayao would probably be interrogating him all night, and he also had a lot of things to do, so he didn't plan to stay long.
Looking at Fu Xunzhi's dejected face, I couldn't help but sigh. When will the president and his wife finally be able to enjoy their peaceful life?
At the hospital, the test results weren't as quick as Song Xingyao regaining consciousness.
Song Xingyao felt her eyelids were very heavy, as if they were glued shut.
She couldn't open her eyes no matter what she did, but the pain in her neck made her hiss.
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