After a good night's sleep, Song Xingyao slowly woke up when the sun was high in the sky and found that it was already bright outside.
I woke up instantly – oh no, I'm going to be late!
But the man next to her pulled her down to lie down, and his lazy voice said, "Lie down a little longer. I've asked for leave for you, and I've also had the housekeeper send Xunzhi to school."
Hearing his words, Song Xingyao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and was pulled back into his arms.
She didn't even remember how long the fireworks outside lasted; she just drifted off to sleep.
Upon noticing the plain ring with water-pattern carving on the man's hand, she felt somewhat dazed and her face flushed.
Yesterday, when things got really heated, he made me say over and over again that I would never leave him, but it still felt a little unreal.
Song Xingyao didn't have the habit of taking a nap, but in his arms, staring at the man's handsome sleeping face and long eyelashes, she actually felt a little sleepy.
Fu Siming had taken a rare day off today and wanted to show Song Xingyao around the newly built resort area.
At the dinner table, I heard her ask if the fireworks display yesterday, which lasted so long, would disturb the neighbors.
I drove here last night. Although it's in the suburbs, I couldn't see clearly if anyone lived nearby.
Fu Siming said casually, "There are no residents around. This suburban area has been contracted out by Tiansheng as a resort area."
"..."
"No wonder he can be so presumptuous," Song Xingyao muttered twice.
Seeing that she had almost finished eating, Fu Siming reached out to her, "Let's go, let's take a look around, you nouveau riche's wife?"
"When did I say that?" Her expression was somewhat surprised.
"Your words are written all over your face. Let's go. Didn't you want to regain your memories?"
Upon hearing this, Song Xingyao became interested and followed him out the door. She discovered that although the resort was located in the suburbs, it was quite lively. Apart from this villa with a rather unique location, the surrounding area had fairly normal entertainment venues and places.
Walking along a narrow path to the riverbank that could be seen from the rooftop yesterday, the path became narrower and narrower, completely different from the once bustling resort area.
"Where are we going?" she asked, watching the man holding her hand walk ahead.
Fu Siming didn't speak, but just kept walking around. Occasionally, the sound of rushing water hitting the pebbles could be heard along the quiet path.
The sound triggered a fleeting image in her mind, and her ears suddenly started ringing.
Just then, Fu Siming also stopped.
When he turned around, he saw her standing still, staring at her face, seemingly lost in thought.
Is it a wooden house?
Familiar images flooded my mind.
Song Xingyao let go of his hand and walked alone toward the wooden house.
He followed Song Xingyao into the dilapidated wooden house that seemed out of place in this area.
The empty wooden house, just like it was back then, contained only a wooden bed.
Standing still, she reached out and placed her hand on the wooden bed, a tear sliding down her cheek.
She spoke softly, "Fu Siming, why didn't you come back to find me?"
The room was completely silent. Fu Siming stood motionless, watching the woman's movements and the sudden questioning.
After a moment of silence, his frozen expression held disbelief: "You...you remembered something?"
Seeing the tears on her face as she turned around, his mind went blank for a moment, and he couldn't explain.
After looking around, Song Xingyao looked at the man who was only a step away from her.
Watching him slowly walk towards her, then pull her into his arms, she heard him repeat over and over again, "I'm sorry... Song Xingyao, I'm late."
There were no further explanations, just the same repetition I made her emphasize last night that she wouldn't leave me.
The cabin was quiet, but the presence of two adult men and women inside made the atmosphere somewhat oppressive.
Song Xingyao could almost hear his rapid, rhythmic heartbeat and slightly uneasy breathing.
His voice, suppressing fear and unease, was surprisingly magnetic, a pleasant sound that entered my ears: "I will not miss you again, Song Xingyao. We are destined to meet. We met four years ago, and as punishment from heaven, I waited for you for four more years. I have finally waited for you to come back. You absolutely cannot leave me again."
She reached out and touched his face, then threw herself into his arms.
Fu Siming truly did not expect that bringing her here would unexpectedly restore some of her memories.
When the acquisition was planned, the wooden house was originally located where the villa where we lived yesterday was situated.
He specially arranged for someone to move the wooden house to the villa and preserve it, even though he should have brought her here four years ago.
However, Song Xingyao left before the project could be put into use.
Fortunately, she's back now.
The two walked a long way along the water before Song Xingyao finally learned from him the reason why Fu Siming had broken his promise.
Not long after Fu Siming returned home, he fell seriously ill and lay on the floor at home, feeling dizzy and disoriented. When he was slightly more lucid, Jiang Man personally brought him over, but unfortunately, Song Xingyao was no longer there at that time.
She was adopted by the Song family.
The two missed each other because of this.
After hearing his words, the knot in my heart was truly untied.
Song Xingyao never expected that the past she had been searching for would appear at the very place where the two first met.
Fu Siming held her hand tightly and listened to her talk for a long time. Suddenly, he felt that this was not bad.
At least she was Song Xingyao, who had flown through a wider sky. She no longer saw herself as a substitute for anyone; she was the true heiress of the Fu family, and she was her own wife.
Taking this opportunity, Song Xingyao casually mentioned the promise she had made to the dean and Professor Xu in the office yesterday.
It has to be said that Song Xingyao felt she was becoming more and more adept at manipulating people, and it seemed she had already anticipated being rejected by him.
As a result, after a few sweet words, Fu Siming found himself unable to refuse her. Regardless of whether she had pursued further studies or not, he was already completely under her control.
Although the investigation into Jiang Jiayao's case had been nearly completed and An Ye's funeral arrangements had been made, he still secretly didn't want Song Xingyao to have any more chances to remember or come into contact with those things.
Song Xingyao blinked at his own expression, and he finally gave in to her expectant look.
Of course, I agreed to her request, but in return, I received a perfunctory kiss...
However, after talking for a long time, Song Xingyao realized that she had only recovered part of her memories, and there were still some things that she vaguely remembered but were still blurry.
This recovery of her memories has given her a lot of hope. Since she can recover them, the amount is no longer so important.
She looked at their intertwined fingers, the dazzling light of the two rings colliding, and then her gaze settled on the face of the man beside her.
She thought: Fu Siming is still by my side, he will remember me eventually.
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