As Pei Jing stepped into Nightfall No. 1, he was greeted by a table of empty wine bottles in various packaging. Fu Siming, with his two buttons undone, was leaning against the sofa.
To be honest, Pei Jing has been working with Fu Siming for five years. Except for a few years ago when the boss drank like this for several nights and ended up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning.
Although he had drunk alcohol over the years, he had never seen such a loss of control.
Worried that his boss might get alcohol poisoning and end up in the hospital again, Pei Jing asked, "Mr. Fu, shall we leave now?"
When Fu Siming saw that the person who came was Pei Jing, he responded, finished his drink in one gulp, got up, and walked out of the private room.
Pei Jing followed behind and saw that his boss was still able to stand up and walk on his own, so it seemed that he hadn't drunk that much.
Pei Jing drove to the First Hospital. In the rearview mirror, Fu Siming suddenly raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he was thinking of something. Before Pei Jing could speak, his long legs had already stepped out of the car.
Pei Jing looked at his boss and felt that his boss's demeanor today was a little different from his usual indifferent self. It was as if... he finally realized what it was: the look of surprise on his face when he saw his prey in the cage, even if it was only for a second.
But Pei Jing noticed that he never showed that kind of expression at the negotiating table.
In the hospital ward.
Song Xingyao was still lost in her own thoughts.
The door was suddenly opened with a loud bang. Ignoring her headache, she propped herself up on the bed with her arms and sat up.
When she saw the man, his wrinkled black shirt seemed out of place with his overall air of nobility, and a strong smell of alcohol instantly filled the ward.
Fu Siming's indifferent voice rang out: "What's your name?"
Before Song Xingyao could react, she had already spoken: "Song Xingyao."
"Marry me."
A thunderbolt struck Song Xingyao's mind. She stared blankly at the man's face in front of her, the image of his face flashing through her mind, and an unreadable emotion welled up in her eyes, almost overflowing.
"Okay," Song Xingyao replied softly.
Fu Siming looked at Song Xingyao's face, a hint of surprise flashing across his face, before he regained his composure.
For the next two days, Fu Siming did not go to the First Hospital.
Song Xingyao stared at the ceiling, her mind still replaying the words "marry me" from two days ago, but the calm of the past two days made her think she was dreaming.
Then, something occurred to her, and a feeling of luck crept onto her lips.
After the examination, Yes instructed as usual: "You still need to rest when you get back, and avoid strenuous exercise."
After listening to the doctor's instructions, a knock came at the door. Ye Si and Song Xingyao looked in the direction of the sound and saw Pei Jing standing respectfully at the door. "Young Master Ye, Master Fu asked me to come and pick up Miss Song from the hospital."
Yes nodded. "Yes, I've finished speaking."
Song Xingyao obediently followed Pei Jing into the car. There wasn't a single extra word in the car the whole way. Song Xingyao couldn't help but ask, "Hello, where are we going?"
"Miss Song, Mr. Fu is waiting for you at the Civil Affairs Bureau," Pei Jing's voice came.
These words made Song Xingyao suddenly realize that the man from two days ago was not joking.
But... Song Xingyao was puzzled. Her brain reminded her that she seemed to need to think about something, but she relaxed and her eyes flashed as she looked at the receding trees and urban bonsai outside.
Song Xingyao walked through the lobby and into the reception room of the Civil Affairs Bureau, where she saw Fu Siming sitting at the table. The person in charge was bowing and scraping as he spoke to him, but he only responded occasionally with a cold expression.
Fu Siming raised his eyelids and looked at the woman standing in front of him. Her face was pale and thin, with blood scabs still exposed on her forehead. Her lips were a pale dark red due to lack of blood. Fu Siming frowned and clicked his tongue.
The person in charge, Ma Li, also saw Song Xingyao's face and hurriedly pulled over the photographer and makeup artist who were on site that day to help fix it. It only took five minutes.
Song Xingyao walked out of the cubicle, her smooth hair falling down, the scar on her forehead hidden by her bangs, and a light red lipstick on her lips.
Song Xingyao has a good natural foundation, so the staff didn't give her a dramatic makeover. Instead, they simply used concealer to cover up some of the bruises.
She changed into a pure white dress with a camellia adorned with a pearl in the center of the collar, which added a touch of purity and innocence to the already pale and delicate woman.
Seeing Fu Siming's expression, Ma Li spoke up at the opportune moment. "Mr. Fu, this way please, Madam. We've already arranged for staff to take your photos."
With the person in charge leading the way, the process went very quickly, and the staff handed over two red certificates.
Song Xingyao took it and saw her and Fu Siming's names appear on it. Her thumb ran over their names, as if a warm feeling came from her fingertips.
Fu Siming didn't reach out to take it; he simply looked down at Song Xingyao. The woman carefully closed the two red books, stacked them together gently, and then pressed down the curled-up pages with her palm.
Fu Siming couldn't see the glimmer in her eyes, and stood up: "Let's go."
Song Xingyao followed him into the car, and Fu Siming said calmly, "To Haiyan."
Haiyan Zhuting is a top-tier luxury villa community in Jiangcheng. The design of the villas and Chinese-style garden courtyards, as well as the giant stone and the engraved gold plaque at the entrance of the community, all highlight the nobility of the owners.
The developer was Huahai Real Estate, the most famous real estate company in Jiangcheng. When the project was launched, in order to drive up prices, although it was called a villa area, it actually only had 8 residential units, each named with the character "Hai" (meaning "sea"). The houses were not commodities to be traded on the market, but rather tools for exchanging profits.
After winding through the streets, they finally arrived at the entrance with the "Haiyan" sign. As soon as Song Xingyao got out of the car, she saw a simply dressed woman welcoming her and opening the door.
She strode into the living room following Fu Siming, where the bright and airy space was filled with a rustic and calming fragrance.
Fu Siming sat on the soft, handcrafted sofa. Behind him, the woman who had opened the door earlier stepped forward and called out, "Young Master."
Fu Siming casually said, "This is Aunt Qi, the housekeeper. You'll be living here from now on."
Aunt Qi responded, her face showing surprise. She had been taking care of the young master in Haiyan for more than two years, and apart from the madam, no other woman had ever come here.
"Young master, what about this young lady's room..." Before Aunt Qi could finish her question, she continued.
Fu Siming said, "No need, just arrange for me to stay in my room."
Aunt Qi was taken aback, but she immediately agreed: "Yes, Miss, this way please."
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