Song Xingyao seemed to have suffered a huge shock, leaning against the man behind her and breathing heavily.
A loud "thud" was heard, like the sound of flesh hitting the ground, followed by screams from pedestrians outside the window.
Upon hearing the sound, Song Xingyao felt a violent churning in her head and fainted.
Fu Siming shook the woman in his arms anxiously: "Song Xingyao!! Song Xingyao!!"
Then he carried the person to the emergency room.
Pei Jing did not follow them over, but instead led his men to the window to check the situation. They found Gu Mai hanging precariously from the steel bars of the balcony railing.
Pei Jing quickly ordered someone to pull Gu Mai up. He saw that passersby had already started taking pictures of Fu Yao, who was bleeding profusely on the ground.
The pedestrians were in complete chaos, and there weren't enough security personnel, so they had to temporarily bring out the medical barriers from the hospital's emergency room to surround the crowd.
When Song Xingyao was placed in the emergency room, the hospital director had already come downstairs. He was somewhat frightened when he saw Fu Siming standing to the side with a cold face.
His aged body hunched slightly: "President Fu."
Fu Siming acted as if he hadn't heard him, his eyes fixed on Song Xingyao's face as she lay quietly on the bed.
The stinging pain while treating the wound on her hand made Song Xingyao frown.
However, there was no sign of him waking up.
While the nurse was treating the wound, the doctor came forward: "Mr. Fu, the wound on Madam's hand is being disinfected. The fainting was probably due to a sudden external stimulus. Further examinations will be conducted after Madam regains consciousness."
As Fu Siming breathed a sigh of relief, the dean also relaxed, following the doctor's words.
The phone then started vibrating incessantly.
After glancing down, the hospital director tactfully took his phone and left the ward.
Although he knew she was out of danger, Fu Siming's tense expression didn't lessen at all. He knew what had triggered Song Xingyao's reaction.
It was a fall. Fu Yao had repeatedly played the video of Wu Mu falling in front of her, which is why she returned today because she heard the sound of falling...
Wu Mu's death reminded Fu Siming of the things Fu Mingtang had said.
If she knew that Wu Mu had become like this because the Fu family refused to cooperate, would she still forgive herself?
Lost in thought, Pei Jing arrived at the ward and thoughtfully closed the door behind him. He glanced at Song Xingyao on the bed and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Master Fu, Fu Yao fell to her death and bled to death on the spot. Gu Mai didn't fall because he grabbed onto the external steel pipe, but someone must have taken a picture of it. The news has already spread, and I've asked the public relations department to handle it."
"Yes, handle it well, and don't let anyone bring up that old thing again and disturb her peace."
He looked at the woman on the bed, lost in thought.
"Yes!" Pei Jing replied and left.
Fu Siming followed him out and found Gu Mai standing at the door, relaxed and at ease, completely unlike the person who had just been hung outside the window.
Gu Mai: "Is Madam Fu alright?"
Perhaps it's because we've been at odds in the business world for so long that his words always seem to be viewed through a lens of sarcasm and irony.
Fu Siming didn't even glance at him.
Gu Mai continued, seemingly unconcerned, "I am genuinely concerned about Madam Fu, after all, I still need her help with my treatment."
Gu Mai waved his hand and turned to leave, seemingly without any other purpose. Fu Siming thought of the cooperation agreement and looked at his back with a hint of doubt, his eyes showing a scrutinizing expression.
When Song Xingyao woke up, she automatically looked for Fu Siming in the room, but she didn't see him.
Fu Quan, who was sitting by the bed, saw her wake up and stood up with some surprise, pressing the call button.
After checking the house and leaving only the father and daughter inside, Song Xingyao finally called out to him, "Dad..."
Hearing her speak, Fu Quan's eyes stung with tears. He helped her sit up, patted her hand, and murmured, "It's good that you're awake, it's good that you're alright..."
The father and daughter sat quietly for a while before Fu Quan spoke again: "I heard everything from Si Ming. When he contacted me, I really... sigh... I'm so sorry..."
Unable to bear seeing him blame himself, she said, "Dad, it's alright, it's all in the past. It's my fault, I haven't been back to see you in so long."
"It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright." Their tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and Fu Quan repeated these words over and over again.
His rough hands gripped hers tightly. Song Xingyao noticed that he seemed older than when she had first returned to the country; the wrinkles on his forehead were now visible, a stark contrast to his confident and spirited demeanor when they first met in the business world.
This left Song Xingyao feeling somewhat uneasy.
The two tacitly avoided topics related to Wu Mu when exchanging greetings, but Song Xingyao always felt that his words implied a family matter.
When Fu Siming was mentioned, he seemed to have something to say, but in the end, he patted her head and said with a smile, "Never mind, I'll tell you next time I see Siming."
After Song Xingyao fell asleep, Fu Quan left to go to the police station to deal with Fu Yao's case, since it involved two lives.
His phone kept lighting up and turning off repeatedly, which was already the result of Fu Siming's public relations efforts and cleanup.
Otherwise, he would have been trending on social media by now, and he wouldn't be enjoying this peaceful time.
But thinking of Fu Yao still made him feel a pang of heartache.
When Song Xingyao opened her eyes for the second time, she met Fu Siming's concerned gaze and immediately sat up and threw herself into his arms.
He had a comforting scent in his arms.
Song Xingyao leaned on his shoulder, inhaling the familiar sandalwood scent mixed with a gentle fragrance.
Just like the first time she saw him at the Imperial Court at night, she felt safe and secure in his arms.
Fu Siming gently patted her back. Neither of them spoke, only their soft breathing was almost in sync.
When he let go of her, Song Xingyao's arms were only then realizing how sore they were from being wrapped around the man's neck.
I pouted. "My hands are getting sore, Fu Siming! Don't you know how to humble yourself? Humph!"
Fu Siming's somewhat serious expression softened because of her coquettishness, and he braced himself on his hands beside her.
When he suddenly approached, Song Xingyao naturally leaned back, but missed her target and ended up lying down on the bed.
Fu Siming simply leaned forward, their bodies pressed so close together that she was stuck to the bed with nowhere to escape.
Her hand had just touched the man's chest when her lips landed on his chest with a gentle touch.
The man seemed unsatisfied. He pried open her teeth, lightly licked her lips with the tip of his tongue, and then began his assault, almost stealing all his breath away.
The two drew closer and closer, and the hand that had been resting on his chest moved up to his neck and intertwined with his, hanging down naturally.
His kiss was domineering, as if he was afraid of losing her and wanted to use this kiss to meld her into his body. Song Xingyao felt a little breathless from his kiss and wanted to escape.
But with the hospital bed right behind her, she had nowhere to retreat and let out a soft sob.
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