He deliberately spoke in a vague and ambiguous manner, and Song Xingyao quickly covered his mouth to prevent him from saying anything more embarrassing.
Although...it seems like that's true...
Why do you blurt out everything?
Taking this opportunity, she got up, and the suspenders on her shoulders and the blanket on her body slid down with the movement.
Song Xingyao didn't notice the change in his gaze. She looked down at the exposed skin, which was mostly bare, and the ambiguous purplish marks on it made her suddenly realize the burning look in the man's eyes.
So he quickly walked out the door.
He was still muttering under his breath, "You pervert!"
As soon as I grasped the doorknob, a warm masculine presence enveloped me from behind.
Song Xingyao was a little flustered, "What...what are you doing?"
Fu Siming's hand went through her waist and grabbed her hand.
"There are no other women, Song Xingyao." The languid tone was captivating.
"ah?"
“I said, I don’t have any other women, Song Xingyao? It’s always been you. The one you saw yesterday was my mother.”
Although his first thought was to refute that the woman's back view could not possibly be his mother, he was still deeply moved by his solemn explanation.
Why...why are you telling me this?
A soft laugh came from behind, "Isn't it because I'm afraid you'll get jealous and run off to play again, and keep yelling that you want to leave?"
"I don't……"
The faint rebuttal was drowned out by his barely audible laughter.
Song Xingyao didn't even realize that she had completely fallen into this man's trap.
His strong yet warm embrace made it impossible for her to push him away.
She thought to herself: Song Xingyao, you're doomed. This man is the real male enchantress.
Break free, run away—I never imagined that I would be completely unable to handle such a straightforward explanation.
In the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, I saw marks all over my body, big and small.
While wiping, Song Xingyao cursed the man thoroughly.
But thankfully, he didn't leave any obvious marks. Otherwise, he would have been too ashamed to show his face in public.
Even so, she did not resist. Unlike when she was close to a strange man, Fu Siming's approach always gave her a strange sense of anticipation. How could she explain this?
After dragging my feet for a while, figuring that Fu Siming should be leaving for the company by now, I finally took a long shower and went downstairs.
Aunt Qi felt that the two seemed to have made up and was happy for them. She came forward and said, "Miss Song, have some breakfast before you go to work."
Song Xingyao agreed, and while eating the breakfast laid out on the table, she chatted with Qi Ma.
"Aunt Qi, your cooking is so delicious, and it's all my favorite food. You know me so well. Why don't you sit down and eat with me?"
As he spoke, he gestured for Qi's mother to sit down.
Seeing that she was enjoying her meal, Qi's mother still declined her invitation.
Song Xingyao looked much more cheerful than she had four years ago. Thinking back to how timid and awkward she was when she first arrived in Haiyan, always swallowing everything on her own, I was truly happy for her.
Forgetting those things and starting over isn't so bad; at least she was happy. But thinking of Fu Xunzhi, she felt a pang of emotion.
She had practically watched Fu Xunzhi grow up. Over the years, even with Fu Siming by his side, the child always longed for his mother. It's a pity...
When Song Xingyao arrived at the hospital, she found that the hospital director had come to this floor.
She felt like she'd been caught being late for school, even though she hadn't made an appointment that morning and was supposed to be free to do so.
I still can't help feeling guilty.
A moment later, the dean knocked on the door and came in. Song Xingyao got up to greet him, feigning surprise as she said, "Dean? What brings you here?"
In that instant, she felt she could be an award-winning actress.
The dean smiled kindly at her, "Little Song, how have you been these past few days? Not too busy, right?"
Song Xingyao: "No rush. I feel embarrassed to even sit here as a specially appointed expert."
After exchanging pleasantries, the dean finally got to the point.
"Xiao Song, I heard that you have a background in minoring in child psychology. Well, recently the Municipal Education Bureau has been paying more attention to children's mental health and is planning to hold a publicity and education event in conjunction with local kindergartens. I would like to ask for your opinion."
Song Xingyao thought for a moment, "Children's mental health, but I don't know what age group it's aimed at?"
"Preschool children aged 4-6, because the first partner of this project is the best kindergarten in Jiangcheng, which is why we specifically invited you."
"Our psychology research lab doesn't have anyone specializing in child psychology, but because the department leading this collaborative project is placing great importance on it, therefore..."
Hearing the dean say that, Song Xingyao had no reason to hesitate. After all, she was grateful to the dean for giving her the opportunity to stay here.
"No problem. Dean, could you send me any materials first? I'll take a look and come up with a preliminary plan."
The next second, a smile spread across the dean's face, and he thanked him repeatedly.
"That's great! I knew that with your support, our hospital would definitely reach new heights. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have been able to find someone."
Song Xingyao listened to half of it, but it was just polite talk. Otherwise, with the dean's qualifications, it wouldn't be difficult to find a child psychology expert in Jiangcheng.
When the dean walked out of the office, he breathed a sigh of relief. He had prepared a lot of arguments to persuade her to agree, but to his surprise, she agreed.
Thinking back to when Fu Siming came to give me the project proposal in person this morning, I realized that I had actually gotten a great deal.
A free public welfare project, a wealthy investor, and a high-quality partner—he genuinely wanted to thank Song Xingyao. Such an opportunity was a true boon to the development of the psychology department.
Song Xingyao quickly received the forwarded project email materials, and the kindergarten background alone was dazzling.
I remember when I was studying abroad, I came into contact with some royal families and nobles, and their level of luxury was comparable.
This made her a little nervous, after all, even the slightest movement by these children's parents could cause a minor earthquake in Jiangcheng's economic market.
Before he knew it, it was time to leave work. Fu Siming was unusually quiet today. Looking at his phone, without the usual voice of a man checking in on him, he felt a strange sense of emptiness welling up inside him.
I stretched my arms and shoulders to relax.
As soon as I stepped outside, I found Lao Xu already at the door.
After what happened yesterday, Lao Xu parked his car in a more conspicuous spot. Several of his former colleagues saw Song Xingyao get into a low-key luxury car and couldn't help but whisper among themselves behind her back.
All people know is that this expert was specially invited back from abroad by the dean and Professor Xu from the Psychology Research Office.
Some people have said that Song Xingyao looks familiar, but no one can connect her with Mrs. Fu from four years ago. After all, a long time has passed, and Fu Siming has blocked or removed any news about Song Xingyao that he could.
Naturally, nobody knew.
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