Several days passed, and Song Xingyao still hadn't received any emails from him requesting an appointment.
She also learned from Fu Siming that Gu Mai was currently busy with the delisting and return to S country.
After finishing the data analysis and processing, I sent it to Professor Xu's email address. Suddenly, I received a reply to the email containing the treatment plan and precautions that had been silent for a long time.
"Dr. Song, see you in two days."
The email contained only this short sentence, along with a specific time.
Song Xingyao added this event to her schedule and sent a message to Fu Siming to inform him of Gu Mai's appointment.
The Fu family's old residence.
When Fu Siming received this message, he was in the study accompanying the old man as he wrote calligraphy.
On the table covered with Xuan paper and ink, the kraft paper bag lay open.
After writing the last character for "fate," the old man finally put down his pen.
Fu Siming stayed quietly to the side, not in a hurry to speak. He waited for the old man to put the pen into the pen-washing bucket and then helped him sit down on a chair.
Fu Mingtang: "Ask whatever you want."
He let out a barely perceptible sigh and asked a deep, hoarse question, as if he had long anticipated this day.
"Grandpa, you've met the head of the Sige family? Why?"
It seemed he needed a break before speaking again. Fu Mingtang's weak voice came through softly: "These are all business matters, and they're not uncommon."
“Back then, when Si Ge wanted to come to Jiangcheng from S country to expand the market, the Fu Group’s market share was much larger than it is now. Your father was still young then, and I temporarily took over the company after your grandmother passed away.”
When talking about his wife, Fu Mingtang's voice became somewhat sad.
But soon he continued, "At that time, the head of the Si family wanted to expand into the Jiangcheng market. He had almost no choice but to cooperate with the Fu family, so he came to me. I have investigated their businesses and they are much cleaner now than before."
At this point, he let out a soft snort, "How could I possibly allow the Fu family to cooperate with those dirty businesses back then? Besides, the Fu family was founded by your grandmother, and I absolutely will not allow anyone to get involved with it."
The old man started to get angry as he spoke, seemingly recalling some events from the past.
Fu Siming did not interrupt him and continued to listen to him speak.
“I rejected him, but the man was confident that it was because the offer wasn’t generous enough, so he promised to help us crush any other company in the market that could rival the Fu family…”
Its drawn-out ending made Fu Siming somewhat uneasy.
Fu Mingtang shook his head. "I didn't take his words seriously at all, and naturally I didn't want to get anything from him. But after the children of the Bai and Fu families went missing one after another, I realized that he wanted to use this as leverage to cooperate with the Fu family."
Fu Siming froze on the spot, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"Grandpa, you mean..."
"yes."
Fu Mingtang shattered his last hope.
“I didn’t know at first that Xiao Song was a child of the Fu family. It was only later that you two separated. I guess it’s fate…”
He whispered, "It's better that we've broken up..."
Fu Siming's face turned pale, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him: "She's back, how can I let her go?"
His voice interrupted the old man's thoughts.
Fu Mingtang looked up at his grandson, his resolute expression silencing his words. He let out a soft sigh: "Alas... I never thought it was all fate. If Fu Quan finds out about this, I'm afraid he won't agree to you two being together."
Fu Siming certainly understood what he meant.
The old man changed his tone, trying to give him hope again, "But this matter has nothing to do with you. It's all dirty business stuff. What does it have to do with you kids?"
He kept it to himself, but didn't say it aloud: Wu Mu's life and Song Xingyao's peaceful life were both ruined by these dirty deeds.
Fu Siming forgot how he got out of the room.
The overwhelming amount of information in his mind left him somewhat confused. Two hours had passed since Song Xingyao sent him the message, and he still hadn't replied.
Song Xingyao in the office also noticed that Fu Siming never replied to her messages for more than five minutes.
What's wrong with me today?
I was thinking, should I give him a call?
The reply came back: "Okay, I was busy just now. I have a social engagement today, I'll be back later."
This text message dispelled Song Xingyao's doubts.
I casually sent a patting emoji.
Inside the private room of the Imperial Court at Night.
Yuan Zhao hadn't seen Fu Siming act so irrationally in a long time, relentlessly drinking as if he didn't care about his life.
After all, he had reformed himself after meeting Fu Xunzhi. Even when Song Xingyao wasn't around, he rarely attended their drinking parties, making him a model husband and father.
An empty bottle immediately appeared on the table, and Yuan Zhao pressed down on his cup.
"I'm not trying to be mean, but I've never seen you drinking like this before Song Xingyao came back. What's wrong with you now?"
Fu Siming's eyes darkened. "Would you marry the daughter of your enemy?"
His ambiguous statement left Yuan Zhao somewhat at a loss.
But his silence seemed to have already tacitly accepted this answer.
Yes, he won't.
If this whole thing started because of the Fu family, would Song Xingyao still stay with him?
He picked up the cup again and took three more gulps, and Yuan Zhao didn't stop him.
When they took him back to Haiyan, he was already completely drunk.
He kept murmuring Song Xingyao's name.
While supporting him, Yuan Zhao grumbled, "If you don't want to drink, then don't. Drinking won't solve anything."
Let's curse him a few more times while he's still not fully awake.
Just as Song Xingyao had finished putting Fu Fuxun to sleep, she heard the doorbell ring.
When the door was opened, they found that Fu Siming was already so drunk that he was slumped against Yuan Zhao, unable to stand up.
He squinted slightly at the woman in front of him, then straightened up and lunged at her.
Enveloped in the strong, pungent smell of alcohol, Song Xingyao finally realized just how much he had drunk.
She thanked Yuan Zhao, and then heard Yuan Zhao's voice from behind her, "It's been a long time since I've seen him drink like this."
Song Xingyao didn't know what he meant by those words. The man beside her kept repeating her name, which distracted her and left her no time to think.
They asked Lao Xu for help to help the man upstairs, and then got up to fetch water to wipe his face.
But he grabbed her arm, "Don't go, Song Xingyao, don't go... don't go..."
Seeing this, Aunt Qi quickly said, "Madam, please stay here. I'll go fetch some water."
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