When Fu Siming called again, he found that Song Xingyao's phone was switched off, and her face was dark and gloomy.
Fu Xunzhi was already somewhat disappointed to see that his father had come home alone today.
And after coming back, he kept holding his phone and barely looked at himself. He wanted to ask his dad, "Where did Mom go? Why didn't she come home with us?"
Her little hand tugged at Fu Siming's clothes.
When the latter turned around, his dark expression vanished, and he crouched down to be at eye level with him.
Fu Xunzhi: "Dad, where did Mom go? Why didn't she come home with you?"
Seeing his curious expression, Fu Siming didn't want to say anything comforting or coaxing to the child. "Xunzhi, I broke my promise. Shall I apologize to you first?"
Seeing that he hesitated for a moment and then nodded, Fu Siming continued to speak.
“Mom has encountered some things right now, so she has forgotten all of us. To protect Mom, we haven’t let her come back with me yet. But Dad promises you, Mom will get better soon. Dad will help Mom remember, okay?”
Those dark things were glossed over, just like the promise made to Song Xingyao that Fu Xunzhi would return to her healthy self.
He has now made the same promise to Fu Xunzhi.
Fu Xunzhi turned his little head and asked, "Is Mommy sick?"
Fu Siming: "You could say that, but things will get better soon."
Seeing that he finally loosened his clenched fist, which he had been thinking about, a message popped up on Fu Siming's phone and caught their attention.
Upon seeing the pictures Yuan Zhao sent, Fu Siming's face darkened even further, and even Fu Xunzhi noticed the anger and anxiety emanating from the man in front of him.
“Xunzhi, I have something to do now and need to go out for a while. You can stay with your grandparents for a while longer, and I will come back to see you next time.”
After saying that, he quickly left the old house.
Meanwhile, Song Xingyao was unaware that her whereabouts had been exposed, and more and more men were coming to chat her up.
Like a flock of peacocks eager to display their plumage.
"Little beauty, could you do me the honor of having a drink?"
His deep, bubbly voice made his originally expensive luxury items look cheap and greasy.
Song Xingyao politely returned the smile: "No, thank you."
She stepped aside and prepared to walk through the crowd, showing him no respect whatsoever.
The man, however, was not annoyed at all. He turned around and followed, seemingly determined to pester her relentlessly.
Song Xingyao sat down in an empty booth, and the man sat down opposite her.
Qin Bai sat down next to him, which annoyed him.
"What are you doing? There are so many seats available, why do you have to sit next to me? Can't you see I'm talking to a pretty girl?"
Qin Bai rolled his eyes: "You don't even know her last name, do you think she wants to talk to you?"
The two of them are at least in their fifties, yet these rich kids are arguing like elementary school students.
The protruding glass balcony upstairs offers a perfect view of the booth seating area.
Yuan Zhao felt there was something interesting to watch, so he took a new picture and sent it to Fu Siming.
I haven't received a reply, and I don't know if he saw it or not.
Yuan Zhao still remembers the time when Song Xingyao choked him.
He wanted to see how Song Xingyao would handle such a situation, her terrible way of dealing with a nightclub was a waste of her pretty face.
I can understand why Fu Siming can't forget her. If she really has the skills, she could easily seduce any man downstairs.
He shook his head and saw Song Xingyao snap her fingers, call over the bartender, and say something to him.
Downstairs, Song Xingyao slightly lifted her eyelids, her bright eyes darting back and forth between the two of them, an idea flashing through her mind.
The bartender quickly brought out three full glass bottles.
There were some unfamiliar foreign characters floating above.
However, Song Xingyao didn't care and confirmed with the bartender again, "Is this the strongest liquor?"
Qin Bai and the man next to him, with their sharp eyes, recognized that this was the strongest and most intoxicating foreign liquor, usually used as a base for cocktails. They were surprised to see so much of it served at once.
Both of their expressions changed slightly.
She mimicked the bartender's movements as he mixed the drinks, opening the container and filling it to the brim.
Then he pushed two shallow glasses in front of the two of them, saying, "Please, since you're inviting me to drink, I'll choose the glass myself."
The two looked at the crystal-clear liquid and hesitated.
The man next to Qin Bai glanced at the group of people surrounding the table, all watching what was happening at this table.
He picked up his wine glass and turned off the shutter.
Even though he was a regular at nightclubs, the spicy sensation made his throat tighten.
But she forced a smile and asked, "So now, can I have your contact information?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Bai also downed a glass, slamming it down on the table with a loud bang.
"Are you going to challenge me, Qin Bai?"
Qin Bai ignored him, his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him. Tonight, he was determined to have her.
Song Xingyao averted her gaze, filled both of their glasses to the brim, and symbolically filled her own glass halfway as well.
"please."
Her soft, gentle voice was all the more captivating in contrast to the noisy hall.
It was as light as a feather, tickling both of their hearts.
The two men exchanged a glance, and this time without hesitation, they finished their drinks in unison.
Song Xingyao looked at the two of them with great appreciation, which aroused their fighting spirit.
Soon, the bottle of wine was empty.
Song Xingyao found it uninteresting, and practice proved that there was indeed not much difference between male psychology and child psychology.
Indeed... a man is a boy until he dies.
Looking at the two people in front of me, apart from their faces being a little red, I wondered if the bartender was trying to cheat me with some fake liquor. It was supposed to be the strongest liquor, but I didn't seem to get drunk after drinking it.
She took a sip of the wine in her glass, and the spiciness left a bitter taste in her mouth.
The two people in front of her were still arguing. She stood up and said, "I'll take my leave now. It's better to drink less. See you again if fate allows."
Qin Bai and the man finally realized that they had been tricked.
They all stood up, and Song Xingyao deftly dodged the two people's outstretched hands.
"We've already had the drinks, but Miss Song won't give me her contact information. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
The man spoke through gritted teeth.
She took half a step back, creating some distance.
"At first, I only mentioned drinking. I don't know when you two heard that I was going to give you my contact information? If so, I suggest you check the security footage."
She waved her hand.
He said it innocently.
Qin Bai was relatively honest, but the man next to him was already annoyed by being disturbed, and when he saw Song Xingyao directly confronting him like that...
The anger that had been building up inside him suddenly ignited.
He pushed Qin Bai away and grabbed Song Xingyao's hand.
"I think you're asking for trouble. Women like you are easy to find, I could get my hands on a whole bunch of them. I only hit on you because you're good-looking, you should feel honored."
The sound of the defenses being breached echoed throughout the hall.
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