Seeing his reaction, Qi's mother left without saying a word.
Song Xingyao was still in disbelief and didn't see the interaction between the master and servant at all.
Looking at her own hands and then around her, she wondered why she couldn't remember anything.
She panicked a little; her mind was as if it had been reset to factory settings, not a single fragment remained, and she could only stare blankly at the man in front of her.
"Why can I unlock this lock? Did I really live here before?"
Seeing that she finally had another reaction, Fu Siming was in no hurry to answer her.
He slowly forced her towards the sofa, until she had nowhere left to retreat, and she finally slumped down onto the sofa, leaning against the backrest.
He braced himself against the handrail, getting very close to Song Xingyao. Seeing the woman in front of him nervously swallow, he suddenly whispered in her ear, "What kind of relationship do you think there can be between a man and a woman?"
Upon hearing his words, Song Xingyao's eyes widened, as if she began to doubt her own ears.
The conclusion was: "So I'm your...lover?"
He carefully uttered the last two words.
...
Fu Siming's face went from the pleasure of teasing him to speechlessness, and then to a dark expression. It all happened in less than half a minute.
Just as a villa won't fall from the sky, heaven won't suddenly conjure up a rich and handsome man and tell you he's her husband.
The latter is clearly less reliable.
Recalling how the doctors at the hospital bowed and scraped to him, even though he didn't know what they were saying, he knew that the man in front of him must be someone of high status.
As Fu Siming stared into her dark, bright eyes, still wondering how to begin, the woman beside him had already made a bold guess.
Ignoring Fu Siming's darkened face, she spoke earnestly, "I bet there are a lot of people watching someone like you. Was your behavior just now because I was by your side that someone tried to harm me, and then when I woke up in the hospital, you found out I had amnesia?"
The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed. She watched Fu Siming fall into deep thought and didn't rush to wait for his reply.
It must be said that Song Xingyao has a very rich imagination, but it must be admitted that her reasoning, which is mixed with a story that is half true and half false, is still very convincing, at least to herself.
If he hadn't confirmed that her current behavior was completely different from Song Xingyao's previous one, he would have thought that Song Xingyao was faking amnesia to deceive him.
Meeting his deep eyes, Song Xingyao said her last words: "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as me being right. But could you take me in for a while? That would be taking responsibility for me."
Song Xingyao squinted at him, her eyes filled with a playful and mischievous glint in them.
Although the man in front of her had been quite friendly throughout the journey, Song Xingyao still felt that he was somewhat unpredictable.
But now, apart from herself and the man in front of her, she can't think of anyone else she can rely on.
If I really leave, I'll probably end up homeless, so I just said whatever came to mind, hoping it would make him want me to stay.
Composing himself, Fu Siming gently tapped her forehead. "Stop letting your imagination run wild. Just stay here tonight."
When Qi's mother came to call the two of them for dinner, she felt that the two of them were behaving strangely, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.
After stepping down, he patted his forehead. Since Song Xingyao came back, he hadn't greeted her at all, as if they were complete strangers.
Looking at the atmosphere between the two, they became even more certain.
It wasn't until the two of them finished eating and Fu Siming asked her to arrange a separate guest room for Song Xingyao that she was 100% sure.
The young mistress really doesn't remember. How could that be?
Shocked, Aunt Qi quickly agreed, took Song Xingyao upstairs, led her to the room next to the study, and then bowed, "Miss Song, please rest here tonight. I'll go down now."
Watching her hurry downstairs, Song Xingyao stared at her back for a while, "Why are even the servants in his house so strange?"
He shook his head and went into the room.
The minimalist European-style home decor only contains some essential furniture, just like the neat black suit Fu Siming is wearing—stiff and uninteresting.
She locked the door from the inside, then lay down on the soft bed, calming herself down to think about what to do next.
She had almost completely lost all her social memories, and the only person she could rely on was a man with eyes that were always deep and unfathomable.
She didn't even know the other person's name, yet she boldly stayed on someone else's territory. And why was it that her own hands were able to open the door of this villa?
It's all a mess. She's feeling a bit scared, but she finds herself naturally trusting that man. What was their past relationship?
As I was thinking, my mind became hazy and I lost consciousness.
After explaining Song Xingyao's situation to Qi Ma, Fu Siming went to her room.
When I put my hand on the doorknob, I realized that the woman had locked the door!
Who is this meant to protect against?
You idiot, don't you even know where you are?
He eventually put his hand down, turned around, and went into the study.
He kept staring at the wall, as if he wanted to see a hole through it.
Fu Siming fell into deep thought.
Even if he wanted to take this opportunity to tell her that they were husband and wife, she wouldn't believe him.
After all, the fact that she could say they were lovers when they talked about romantic feelings really surprised him.
In the middle of the night, Song Xingyao woke up.
I just remembered I needed to wash up. I've been running around all day, and I feel sticky and uncomfortable.
But I don't have any clothes myself.
I glanced at the glass on the door.
"Phew, thankfully nothing's wrong."
She gently opened the door.
The door to the study next door was ajar, and Song Xingyao peeked in.
Fu Siming, wearing gold-rimmed glasses to protect his eyes, stared at the computer screen while occasionally flipping through the documents in his hand.
The black and gold fountain pen in his hand danced smoothly on the paper under the control of his slender fingers.
Yes, he looks even more handsome when he's working.
...Why do I feel like some kind of female hooligan?
Qi's mother saw Song Xingyao sneaking around the study door.
He opened his mouth, unsure whether to speak or not, and was about to go downstairs.
Hearing the noise behind her, Song Xingyao felt guilty and was startled.
"Who?" Fu Siming's voice came out.
The two people outside the door felt awkward.
"Miss Song, what are you doing here?"
Aunt Qi spoke while carrying a tray with a bowl of calming soup on it, which she was preparing to bring to Song Xingyao.
"I...I was thinking...whether I had any clean clothes to change into."
Only after she finished speaking did she realize that the man who had been sitting inside was now leaning against the door frame, staring at her.
Like a cat catching a mouse... looking down from above.
Yes, it's a handsome cat that doesn't adhere to traditional male virtues.
His gaze swept over his muscular chest.
The bathrobe was open and hanging loosely.
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