Song Xingyao suddenly understood why the driver had made that expression.
After all, when she woke up in the hospital, she found that she remembered almost nothing. In her panic, the only person she could connect with was that man in the suit with the cold face...
She even wanted to be like the women in movies and TV shows, experiencing headaches at crucial moments in her memories, so that at least her brain would be working.
But... she now stands blankly in this remote villa area, facing the problem of being homeless and ending up on the streets.
Even the security guards at the gate glanced back and forth in her direction, their serious expressions of doubt making Song Xingyao feel a little uneasy after her boldness.
She leaned back on the marble flowerbed. Perhaps because it was a cloudy day, the stone slabs weren't as hot as a teppanyaki grill, giving her a chance to sit down and think about what to do next.
Just as Fu Siming was about to arrive, he noticed a photo on his phone of Song Xingyao sitting at the entrance of the residential area with her head drooping, looking like a stray cat.
But then I thought, if she lost her memory but was still able to find this place, doesn't that mean she has always felt that Haiyan is her home?
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his lips that he himself did not realize.
Seeing the rumble of thunder in the sky, signaling an impending rain, Song Xingyao remained seated, lost in thought.
Raindrops fell one by one.
Although she couldn't remember, she wasn't stupid. She was about to get up and ask the security guards at the gate for help, hoping that she wouldn't be mistaken for a strange woman rushing to her door again.
Suddenly enveloped in shadow, I stopped and looked up.
A black figure came into view first, followed by a familiar voice from behind.
Why are you staying here instead of going inside?
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the man from the hospital earlier.
She instinctively tried to get out from under his umbrella, but he grabbed her arm.
"It's raining, didn't you see?"
"Uh... Ah, I know," she said, then lowered her head. "How did you know I was here? Did you follow me?"
"You live here?" Fu Siming's expression held a knowing and playful quality, making Song Xingyao feel as if he had seen right through her.
So he straightened up, trying to appear calm, and said, "Yes, I live here."
Fu Siming shoved the umbrella into her hand, raised his chin, and gestured for her to go inside.
On the contrary, Song Xingyao was at a loss for what to do. Seeing that the man was about to leave the umbrella, she hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and, with a sudden force, pulled off the cufflink.
An awkward expression crept onto his previously calm face.
"Um! I...I'm sorry, I tore your clothes. I don't remember where I live. Could you take me in? It's very intrusive, but when I tried to get in by taxi, it couldn't get in at all..."
Her voice gradually faded, and even without turning around, Fu Siming knew that her face must be showing grievance and weakness.
He suddenly felt that Song Xingyao, who had lost her memory, seemed more vibrant than before, probably because she had forgotten the burdens that had been weighing on her.
Composing himself, he looked at the woman with her head down and, before she could react, had already led her into the car.
The security guard at the gate found it strange. The woman from earlier seemed very odd. He had been working as a security guard in this villa area for less than a year, but he already recognized quite a few luxury cars.
He naturally recognized Fu Siming's car, but he never expected that the strange-looking woman was actually related to the person inside.
Luckily, I didn't call the team leader over, otherwise I would have made a huge blunder, angered the owner, and probably wouldn't have fared well myself.
He only cared about recognizing the cars; he treated the rest as just entertainment.
After Song Xingyao got into Fu Siming's car, she was able to enter smoothly.
The scenery along the way felt like something I hadn't seen in a long time, yet there was still a strange sense of familiarity.
She stared blankly outside, and Fu Siming watched her expression through the rearview mirror.
The car slowly came to a stop in front of the villa with a gold-plated nameplate. She silently read the words on it, completely unaware that the car had already slowly driven in.
Before she could react, the car had already entered the garage. Song Xingyao said, "Thank you for bringing me in. I'll be going now."
She was about to open the car door when she found it locked. A few news stories she'd seen during her school days flashed through her mind, making her uneasy. But given his circumstances, she figured he couldn't possibly be involved in human trafficking…
The car came to a smooth stop, and Song Xingyao watched him get out, then gentlemanly opened the door for her. Like someone drawing back the curtain on a stage, she was ready to see what kind of show was coming next.
Knowing that she had just torn someone else's clothes and that person had brought her in, she shouldn't be angry, but she was still a little irritated by the man in front of her.
Thinking to myself: No, no, I'm a psychology major, I need to control myself and not let anyone interfere.
I took a deep breath and got out of the car.
I walked straight in front of him, not wanting to see his face.
Fu Siming watched her somewhat angry back, stood still for a moment, and then slowly followed behind her.
As soon as I stepped out of the garage, I saw a field of red roses in the garden and stopped in my tracks.
Oh, I forgot, this handsome and wealthy man doesn't look like a young man anymore. He probably already has a family, and this is probably a gift for his wife.
Thinking about this, for some reason, an unknown emotion welled up in my heart, and suddenly even these flamboyant flowers seemed glaringly dazzling.
He secretly believed that a man who had a wife and dared to bring home random women from the street couldn't be a bad man.
Fu Siming, standing behind him, was unaware that he had been labeled; he simply stared at the vibrant red roses without uttering a word.
A man's voice sounded behind her, "It'll take you an hour to walk from here to the gate, and you can't get a taxi in this neighborhood. Are you sure you want to leave now?"
...
Song Xingyao's back was marked by silence, but she turned around and gave a smile.
She actually thought what he said made sense, but she stood there not knowing what to do. Fu Siming, who was already standing at the door, went over and pulled her in.
Song Xingyao was inexplicably pulled to the door, where she watched as he grabbed her hand and placed it on the lock, making a clicking sound.
The door opened? Why?
Song Xingyao stood there stunned. Fu Siming found her dumbfounded expression amusing and pulled her back.
As Qi Ma approached, she was somewhat incredulous upon seeing the woman beside Fu Siming.
The two of them showed the same look of surprise, "Husband..."
Fu Siming raised his hand to interrupt Qi Ma, who was about to blurt out what she was about to say.
Aunt Qi glanced at her young master, then looked at the woman beside her, and for a moment didn't know what to say.
The young master said he just called and told me to put away everything in the house that was related to the madam, and then he brought her back.
Is this... some kind of game?
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