When Song Xingyao returned to Haiyan, Aunt Qi pulled her aside and said, "Young Master doesn't seem very happy to be back. Why don't you go up and comfort him? What grudge can a husband and wife hold overnight?"
Song Xingyao just felt that Fu Siming's emotions had been fluctuating lately, and she didn't understand him at all.
When she arrived at the study, there was still half a glass of wine left. Fu Siming looked at her coldly, and a cardboard box was placed at her feet.
Song Xingyao stopped in her tracks: "Fu Siming... that's not what I meant."
The warmth of yesterday was gone from his eyes; the strong alcohol, carrying a unique masculine scent, held Song Xingyao captive in front of the bookshelf.
"Mrs. Fu is really getting into character, isn't she? She's even making arrangements for me?"
“I can explain that I told her this just to get rid of her as soon as possible.”
"Get rid of her? Or get rid of me? Get out, get out of here."
Song Xingyao felt that the man in front of her had a really strange temper, and she had no idea why he was so angry.
Fu Siming himself didn't know why he felt unhappy when he heard her say those words, since there shouldn't have been any entanglement between them in the first place.
Why did he feel out of control because of her? Was it because he had been alone for too long and could no longer distinguish between a substitute and genuine feelings?
Song Xingyao didn't go outside; her eyes were like a mist, staring at him vaguely and unreally.
"Fu Siming, if you really want to say something, can you please not make me guess? I'll stay by your side and please stop drinking, okay?"
She reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling them closer together, his warm breath, tinged with the smell of alcohol, brushing against her face.
Fu Siming was surprised by her words and stared at her intently. Her eyes were like a calm stream, clear and deep.
She gently stroked the man's face: "I know you don't love me now, but I want to stay by your side, so please don't keep pushing me away."
Her eyes shone with a light that seemed to see right through you, piercing straight through you.
Without timidity or unease, she truly enjoyed every day as Fu Siming's wife, expressing her feelings in the simplest of words.
For the first time, Fu Siming felt flustered, and he turned his face away to avoid her gaze.
In the business world, he could handle all kinds of treacherous schemes with ease, but now, he just wanted to avoid those burning and sincere gazes.
The quiet atmosphere made both of them feel a little strange, but Song Xingyao took the initiative to pull Fu Siming back to the room.
She took care of Fu Siming as usual, but this time Fu Siming was conscious.
He watched the petite woman bustling about, a strange feeling growing within him. Fu Siming tried to grasp that emotion, but the alcohol was numbing his mind.
The following days were so peaceful they felt unreal. Song Xingyao and Teacher Wu held their first exhibition at the Jiangcheng Art Center, after nearly a month of planning.
Song Xingyao came to the exhibition as usual, and today was the last day of the exhibition. It went very smoothly.
After that night, she and Fu Siming seemed to have become the model loving couple in Jiangcheng, no one knows what words provoked them.
They often appear together in various news reports, attend various banquets together, and are occasionally photographed by paparazzi on the street.
Netizens commented scathingly: "A business tycoon has been brought down from his pedestal to experience a sweet romance."
When she received Jiang Man's call that day, she was thinking about where to have dinner with Fu Siming that evening.
"Yaoyao, let's go back to the old house tonight. We have something important to discuss!" Jiang Man's tone was full of excitement, completely lacking any maturity or composure, and there was a mysterious air about her.
Song Xingyao obediently agreed and waited for Lao Xu to pick her up.
Back at the old house, a large group of people had come. When Song Xingyao and Fu Siming entered, they found it quite lively, with a group of men and women in business attire standing in a row in the hall.
Jiang Man excitedly directed them to put down the booklets one by one. When she saw them at the door, she hurriedly waved to Song Xingyao to come over.
"Come, come, this is the wedding planner I found for you. You've been married for so long, you still need to have a wedding. How can a daughter-in-law of the Fu family be without a wedding?"
She turned to Fu Siming and scolded him: "Look at you, you've been married for so long and you still don't know to have a wedding. It's embarrassing for me to hear about it."
Song Xingyao wanted to explain for Fu Siming but didn't know how to start. Their relationship was not like that of an ordinary couple. Even under the appearance of affection, there was a time bomb that could explode at any moment.
Fu Siming, contrary to his usual behavior, did not speak up to stop Jiang Man.
The two listened to the promotional materials all night. The flashy wedding introductions and scene arrangements in the brochure made Song Xingyao feel a bit overwhelmed. When the two were in the room...
Song Xingyao finally couldn't help but speak up: "If you don't want to have a wedding, then forget it. I'll talk to Mom."
She was both expectant and afraid. The deeper one's dreams and the more one explores, the more lost one becomes. She was already very content with her peaceful life now.
Fu Siming raised an eyebrow at her: "How do you know I don't want to? You seemed quite capable when you were talking that night?"
His lighthearted tone revealed his somewhat pleasant mood.
Song Xingyao sensed the arrogance in his words. Didn't he know what a wedding represented? No woman wouldn't want a grand wedding, to exchange vows with her lover and spend her life together.
She dared not hope that Fu Siming would fall in love with her. She thought that Fu Siming might also be looking forward to the wedding, but she wisely did not speak up and break the ambiguous feelings between the two.
She simply returned Fu Siming a satisfied smile.
"Alright, if I don't let Mom go through with this wedding, she'll be nagging me for ages!"
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