Fu Siming raised his hand to block it.
He glanced down at Sun Tong, who was still crying on the ground.
"Such words are not something a child can say. If you can say them, you must be able to bear the responsibility."
His gaze was piercing, and Mr. Sun's originally straight back had hunched over.
The monitor on the table was showing the scene of Sun Tong grabbing Fu Xunzhi's schoolbag and throwing it at Song Xingyao.
The air pressure inside the room plummeted, leaving Sun Tong, who was rolling on the floor, oblivious to the gravity of the situation.
He picked up Fu Xunzhi, who was standing to the side, and walked out the door. The shouts from President Sun were left in the office.
Fu Xunzhi suddenly spoke in his arms, "Dad, I want to go back to the classroom to get something."
"Okay." And so, the father and son walked conspicuously through the kindergarten and back to the classroom, where the room was in a mess, and the children had already been evacuated and sent home.
Fu Xunzhi stuffed the books and plant specimens scattered on the ground into his schoolbag and took them out.
Fu Siming took it without hesitation.
He looked up: "Dad, aren't you angry with me?"
Fu Xunzhi's words suddenly came out.
"Why blame you? You did nothing wrong." Fu Siming placed him on the stone steps to the side and looked at him.
"Did you see your mom today? Are you happy?"
He nodded, then shook his head, and finally nodded again, looking somewhat conflicted.
"Yes, but the gift I prepared for my mother hasn't been given to her yet."
Fu Siming patted his head. "It's alright, you'll have a chance to send it out soon!"
Song Xingyao wasn't in a hurry to leave. After all, she was also a party involved, and she thought that if she encountered some unreasonable parents, she could say a few words.
Ultimately, it was the strange emotions in my heart that were causing me some worry about the child, Fu Xunzhi.
I heard that the parents have come, so I'd like to take this opportunity to ask them about Fu Xunzhi's situation.
Because the kindergarten teacher also said that he was not very sociable.
Turning back, I saw a father and son standing and talking under the flower stand.
That familiar figure...
Before Fu Xunzhi could even utter the word "Mom," Song Xingyao saw the man turn around.
"Fu Siming?"
The scene froze for a few seconds. How was Song Xingyao supposed to persuade the man she had just parted ways with that morning, who had suddenly appeared with a child?
But she still wanted to ask the child's parents about the situation...
Compared to the reactions of the mother and son, Fu Siming was much calmer.
He casually carried Fu Xunzhi to Song Xingyao and said, "Come on, I'll tell you slowly."
I don't know how he got into the car, or how I ended up at the restaurant with this father and son.
Song Xingyao's mind was already racing.
Once all three were seated in the private room, Fu Siming calmly ordered the dishes, while Fu Xunzhi, who was somewhat excited, stood beside him, a stark contrast to his previous aloof and silent demeanor.
Song Xingyao had a lot to say, but she didn't speak because she saw Fu Xun sitting next to her.
Fu Siming turned to Fu Xunzhi, who was sitting excitedly beside him, and said, "Why don't you go to Uncle Yuan's office for a while? I'll come find you later."
Although somewhat reluctant, I agreed anyway.
After the people took the child away, Song Xingyao finally couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"
Fu Siming: "That's right, Xunzhi is my son."
Regardless of their appearances or their gloomy faces when angry, Song Xingyao had already confirmed that the two were indeed father and son, but hearing it from his own mouth still shocked her.
Beyond the shock, there was also an indescribable emotion.
Before he could ask, Fu Siming continued, "But my wife left us for some reason..."
His tone was regretful, somber, and sorrowful; it was the first time he had seen so much despondency on this man's face.
His usual glamorous and carefree demeanor was completely gone.
Song Xingyao's professional instincts kicked in, and she raised her hand to gently pat his hand.
She didn't notice the sly glint in the man's eyes.
His current demeanor easily evokes a sense of maternal instinct, making one feel as if they're experiencing a sudden outburst of nagging infatuation.
Song Xingyao was almost completely won over, and her impression of him changed to that of a good father who disguised himself as a playboy because he lost his beloved wife.
After this series of moves, Song Xingyao almost couldn't resist giving him a free psychological counseling session.
It wasn't until he heard him say that Fu Xunzhi had refused to speak since losing his mother that he finally understood.
She fell silent for a moment. Although the child was Fu Siming's and her ex-wife's child, the child was innocent. She couldn't refuse to help the child just because of her relationship with Fu Siming.
She clearly only went back because she cared about Fu Xunzhi, didn't she?
In the end, she was confused and swayed by the man, attributing her closeness to Fu Xunzhi to the strange feelings she had developed for Fu Siming.
The image of the "mistress" resurfaced in my mind.
The day after Song Xingyao agreed to treat Fu Xunzhi, she found a place to move out.
Without Fu Siming's obstruction, the move went much more smoothly.
Fu Xunzhi returned to Haiyan, somewhat disappointed. "Why did Mom move out?"
"Don't worry, Mom will be back soon!"
After saying that, he stuffed a piece of fruit into Fu Xunzhi's mouth, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.
Song Xingyao lay on the bed, analyzing the veracity of what Fu Siming had told her, as if reviewing a case.
After all, this is part of the job, just like how visitors often start by saying, "I have a friend."
She thought: What was the point of Fu Siming lying to her? There was nothing he could gain from her.
What made her heart flutter even more, besides Fu Siming mentioning that she resembled Fu Xunzhi's mother, was that this man frankly told her he wanted to pursue her.
Him? The CEO of Tiansheng, wanting to pursue me?
Having worked in this industry, Song Xingyao had seen too many people who were coy and hid the truth, so she actually liked his direct expression.
Under Fu Siming's sincere gaze and expectation, Song Xingyao finally said she would consider giving him a chance.
Such a careless decision is not something she would make; perhaps in the past she could justify her actions by using her professional expertise.
But now she believes that she has truly fallen in love with this man.
He can even naturally become close to his children.
In this relationship, the natural bonds that should exist only between kinship and blood ties actually occurred with a stranger she had only known for a short time...
This man is terrifying!
The next day, before Song Xingyao even reached her office, she sensed that her colleagues in the corridor were acting strangely.
It wasn't until I opened the door and saw a bouquet of vibrant roses on the desk that I finally understood what was going on.
Song Xingyao took out her phone and dialed the number.
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