The dean knew the matter couldn't be kept secret any longer, so he simply got straight to the point: "Xiao Song, there's no need to rush this. Just focus on getting better. If you need anything, we'll do our best to help."
She shook her head. "I'm fine. I just can't remember these things for the time being, but I already know the whole story. He didn't hide it from me."
"This..." Now it was the dean's turn to be stunned, looking at the person in front of him in disbelief.
Xu Shi looked at Song Xingyao with surprise and a hint of admiration.
Overcoming the fear of the unknown is a difficult thing for a person; she had seen how Song Xingyao looked when she was undergoing psychological treatment.
Unlike her current confident and resolute demeanor, he felt Song Xingyao's growth even more.
After everything was over, on her way back, Song Xingyao kept thinking about what kind of mentality this man had that allowed him to stay by her side and silently do things for a woman who couldn't remember any of their past affection.
People who seem smart are actually idiots, right?
As Song Xingyao was thinking this, the car had already stopped in front of Fu Xunzhi's kindergarten.
"Mom!" Fu Xunzhi rushed into her arms affectionately, his head covered in sweat.
Song Xingyao glanced at the teacher who had led him out earlier and nodded politely.
The paper tube wrapped with ribbon in her hand piqued her curiosity.
"What is this?" she asked, pointing to the object in her hand.
"This is a gift for Dad!"
The gift? Song Xingyao's puzzled expression made Fu Xunzhi's eyes widen.
"Mom!! Today is Dad's birthday!"
"Is it your birthday?" she murmured.
She then noticed that Fu Xunzhi was looking at her expectantly. "Mom, what gift did you prepare for Dad?"
"Forehead……"
"Mom, did you forget to prepare a gift for Dad?" The childish voice cut straight to the heart.
Her astonished expression said it all, and coupled with what she learned today, Song Xingyao suddenly felt inexplicably guilty and indebted.
Seeing that she was a little embarrassed, Fu Xunzhi generously handed her the things he was holding, "Hey, Mom, let's give this gift together."
Hearing his cheerful voice, Song Xingyao smiled and patted his head.
"This is a gift from you, Dad. Mom will prepare it!"
On the way back, Song Xingyao experienced a brainstorming session she hadn't had in a long time, mainly because she couldn't think of anything special to give him as a gift.
Suddenly I wish the journey home could be a little longer.
As we stopped at the traffic light intersection, a huge advertising billboard suddenly lit up.
Watching the couples exchanging rings in suits and wedding dresses on the billboard, and looking at the empty space on my own steering wheel, I had an idea.
But thinking of giving him a ring seems a bit too forward.
They were already husband and wife, and even had a child.
Suddenly, I remembered the first time I brought Fu Xunzhi to the hospital. Fu Siming looked pitiful and said that he was a single father. He seemed a little cunning, but what was he thinking at that time?
Fu Xunzhi, sitting in the back seat, whispered, "Mom, the light's green."
"Oh...!" Hearing his voice, Song Xingyao started the car.
I drove towards the billboard as if by some strange impulse.
When I finally realized what I was doing, I found myself in a jewelry store.
The sales assistant approached her warmly and asked, "Hello, what do you need?"
A belated embarrassment crept onto her face: "I... I want to see the wedding rings."
"Okay, this way please."
The dazzling array of styles made Song Xingyao's eyes dazzle.
It wasn't until her gaze fell on a pair of wedding rings with a teardrop-cut setting that she spoke up: "Please show me this pair."
Seeing that she had taken a liking to the pair, the salesperson excitedly began to introduce them, "You have excellent taste. This pair is a limited edition designed by our brand's designer. The teardrop-shaped cut symbolizes both the flowing love and the mundane routine of daily life. The specially designed water ripple pattern on the men's ring represents the ripple effect of the teardrop on the other person."
She didn't listen to the rest, but many images seemed to flash through her mind: riverside, rainy day, riverbank...
"Okay, wrap it up for me."
Very decisively and quickly, I swiped my card to pay.
Fu Xunzhi, standing to the side, asked with some confusion, "But Mom, aren't rings used at weddings? Mom, you and Dad are already married."
She tapped Fu Xunzhi's nose. "You little rascal, how do you know everything? But this is my reunion gift to him."
When the sales assistant handed over the packaged gift box, she was all smiles, saying, "The lady and gentleman must have a very good relationship."
"Thanks."
Song Xingyao casually put the card in her pocket without even looking at the information or transaction history.
On the contrary, Fu Siming in the office suddenly noticed a transaction notification pop up on his phone.
Picking up his phone, Pei Jing, who had been reporting, stopped abruptly. "Master Fu? Is there anything else planned?"
Looking at the jewelry purchase record, he casually put down his phone. "No, is there anything else?"
Pei Jing tactfully replied, "No, Mr. Fu. We have no other plans for tonight. I wish you and your wife a pleasant evening."
"This is the key to the villa; everything inside is arranged."
Pei Jing tactfully withdrew, only to find that people had gathered around asking about the unexpected employee bonus deposit.
The group's employees were in an uproar, only to find out that they were entitled to receive red envelopes on their boss's birthday.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
When the mother and son returned home, they were surprised to find that Qi Ma, who usually prepared dinner, was not there. The house had never been so quiet, which made Song Xingyao feel uneasy.
Song Xingyao's phone suddenly started vibrating as she was still wondering.
"Hey, Fu Siming? Aren't you going to..."
She was interrupted by the mechanical-sounding boy on the other end of the conversation. She took the phone away from her ear and looked at it. It was correct.
"Mr. Fu's dinner time is almost here..."
To keep things mysterious, Song Xingyao led Fu Xunzhi to the location mentioned on the phone, only to find it was a bustling resort area.
One of the villas was lit up, and the surrounding area was quite lively, making the location of the private villa seem rather luxurious.
She casually touched the ring in her pocket, preparing to continue forward.
Suddenly, a formally dressed butler appeared before them.
"Madam, young master, this way please."
The mother and son followed him and indeed entered the villa that had seemed somewhat out of place before.
The lights in the villa were all on, so Song Xingyao didn't suspect anything. "Fu Siming?"
She called out softly twice, and Fu Xunzhi followed suit, calling out "Dad" twice in a daze.
Then she saw Fu Siming come out from behind and hug Song Xingyao.
She was so frightened that her whole body stiffened, and she instinctively prepared to struggle.
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