Fu Siming glanced at the notes on the screen, his mood lightening.
"Hello?"
"Fu Siming, what's wrong with you? Why are you delivering this so ostentatiously? This is a hospital! Your colleagues and patients are watching!"
"Yes! So to avoid causing a stir, I made sure to deliver it before you started work."
The man on the other end of the phone spoke with righteous indignation...
"That's not how it is..."
"Okay, I thought that when you agreed to give me a chance yesterday, it meant that I could pursue you openly and honestly."
The rising tone on the other end of the phone fell, and Song Xingyao, somewhat helpless, put her hand on her forehead and softened her tone slightly.
"What I mean is, personal matters shouldn't be brought into the workplace; it's not a good thing..."
"Song Xingyao." He called out her name solemnly. "Am I ashamed of myself? I know I'm a single father..."
A wronged voice came through the receiver, and Song Xingyao found it hard to imagine that the man on the other end was hanging his head like a little dog.
Was it too much of a blow to him?
"No, forget it. Do whatever you want, just don't make a big scene at the hospital."
After saying that, he quickly hung up his phone and placed it face down on the table.
It's like this will help me get rid of the pitiful image of the man in my mind.
When men feign pitifulness and act like manipulative women, women have no chance at all—this was the conclusion Song Xingyao later came to.
Picking up the flowers and cards on the table, I smelled them. The fresh fragrance of the flowers and plants filled my nostrils, and a smile appeared on my face without me even realizing it.
"Actually, it's quite pretty."
Song Xingyao rarely bought flowers on her own initiative, and she never really liked flowers. But the roses in front of her were just as passionate and flamboyant as that man.
On the top floor of Tiansheng, Pei Jing heard Fu Siming say those cryptic words with his own ears. Surprised, he was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to go forward or retreat.
After he hung up the phone, I reluctantly handed him the documents I had.
"Mr. Sun's plan for the company's business and share acquisition has been finalized. Please take a look." After handing over a folder, he continued his report.
"We've almost finished handling things for An Ye's family, but we ran into President Qiao while we were dealing with it. President Qiao said there are some things we don't need to get involved in, and he'll handle them himself."
"Oh?" It's rare to see someone as dense as Qiao Yiyang actually care about this. "Do as he says, and hand over all the materials you have to him."
Fu Siming wasn't curious about why Qiao Yiyang was involved, but he had heard a little about Anna. Since that was the case, he might as well do her a favor.
In retrospect, An Ye's misfortune was entirely undeserved. He unintentionally became a victim in this struggle, and he thought that if Song Xingyao remembered, she would surely have made him do the same.
"yes!"
"Has Fu Bowen made any moves recently?"
“He’s toned it down a bit since I warned him last time, but…”
"Still working on it? Don't let the old man and the others know. Just leave the rest to Ang."
Fu Siming never gets involved in these shady things. He doesn't want to, and disdains, letting Tiansheng, which he founded, get involved in this mess.
But if no one steps in to discipline Fu Bowen, with his temperament, he's bound to cause some serious trouble.
My father and grandfather will probably be furious by then.
After the matter between Ang and his son came to an end, Fu Siming invested in setting up an information consulting company for them, putting the father and son's work on the table, which kept the originally free Ang extremely busy.
He vehemently denounced Fu Siming as a capitalist.
But Fu Siming knew that Ang wasn't the kind of person who would step into the spotlight just for money.
Perhaps he has a more persistent goal and needs to walk in the sunlight?
When Qiao Yiyang saw Pei Jing personally deliver the items to her, she sent Fu Siming a "thank you" text message.
Entering the lounge, Anna, lying on the bed, was sleeping restlessly.
During this time, Qiao Yiyang, under the guise of being her college classmate, had been following behind her and helping her deal with An Ye's affairs, but An Ye was strong-willed and used to being independent.
I only cried in her arms once, when I woke up after fainting.
She, who should have been full of energy, confidence, and charisma, seemed to vanish the day she learned of An Ye's death.
The woman, who was originally competitive, has almost lost all her support.
Qiao Yiyang didn't know why she felt uncomfortable, but she just felt that she shouldn't be like this.
If I hadn't used my work as Qiao Yiming's agent as an excuse to invite her over today, she probably wouldn't have had a chance to get a good night's sleep.
The calming incense in the room only had a lingering scent.
He went outside and dialed the number that had just sent the text message.
“Mr. Fu, I heard from Yiming that Mrs. Fu is an expert in psychological healing. I would like her to take a look at Anna.”
Although Song Xingyao didn't remember An Ye, Fu Siming still hesitated, with the two men standing on opposing sides for their respective women.
In the end, Fu Siming agreed.
He remembered what almost everyone had told him four years ago: "Perhaps she is more resilient than you think."
Yes, Fu Siming would rather she recall these things herself, whether beautiful or sordid, than be stimulated by drugs.
After hanging up the phone, the father and son picked up Fu Xunzhi and went to Jiangcheng First Hospital.
A knock sounded at the door, but Song Xingyao didn't think much of it. Without further ado, she said, "Come in."
Upon noticing the two figures, one large and one small, pushing open the door, he stopped what he was doing.
"Why are you here?"
Fu Siming put on a slightly hurt expression.
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