But Fu Siming had no intention of letting her go. He grabbed her struggling hands and pressed them against the pillow, continuing to rub and entangle her.
The ward door was pushed open, and the hospital director and Pei Jing froze in place before quickly turning around and closing the door.
...
Pei Jing cursed the dean three times in his heart: He shouldn't have listened to the old man and gone straight in...
The dean was also seeing this situation for the first time. He suppressed the urge to spin around in circles, sweat dripping from his forehead. He thought to himself: "Young and impetuous, huh..."
Song Xingyao naturally heard the noise at the door and struggled again, gently biting him but not with much force.
Fu Siming loosened his grip on her hands, immediately earning a light slap in return. "Everyone saw it! Fu Siming! You!"
Seeing her blushing and coquettish reproach, Fu Siming smiled.
When she finished tidying up, the fierce look she gave him made him want to bully her.
The two people at the door only dared to push the door open and enter after hearing a "Come in" from inside.
The dean smiled kindly. "Hehe, little Song, it's so good that you weren't hurt this time."
Her tone of relief was genuine; after all, if Song Xingyao had an accident at the hospital, she didn't know what Fu Siming would do. Although she expressed concern verbally, her eyes kept glancing at Fu Siming.
The fact that I didn't see any bad expression on his face is already good news.
Having assured Fu Siming of Song Xingyao's leave and then "reporting" on the work arrangements to strengthen security, the dean was unwilling to stay any longer.
He left the ward with a robust gait that belied his age.
Pei Jing hesitated whether to speak or not, when he heard Fu Siming's voice: "Just say what you have to say."
"Yes, the police have notified Fu Quan to handle Fu Yao's matter. We have also asked people from the network department and public relations department to keep an eye on the news spreading online. If we find any, we will block it as soon as possible. At present, the spread of the matter has been basically brought under control."
Fu Siming simply hummed in agreement, but Song Xingyao had a rough idea of Fu Yao's fate. Thinking of the people who had fallen out of the window with her, she asked, "What about Gu Mai? Didn't they fall out together?"
Her question annoyed Fu Siming, but he didn't interrupt. Pei Jing forced a smile and replied, "Madam, Gu Mai didn't fall. He grabbed the supporting steel bars by the bed and was rescued."
"oh……"
Receiving a slightly displeased look from Fu Siming, she said, "Master Fu, Madam, I'll head out now." She then considerately closed the door behind her.
Song Xingyao looked up at her, somewhat uncertain, "Is she really dead?"
Pulled into his arms, Song Xingyao heard his tone, which seemed somewhat relaxed, "Yes, it's all over. She fell and died on the spot."
Song Xingyao's eyes reddened, not because of Fu Yao, but because she heard the sound of Fu Yao's body hitting the ground when she fell, and it reminded her of Wu Mu.
The damp touch on her shoulder told Fu Siming that she remembered everything.
Before her memories returned, she experienced such a dangerous situation once again. He recalled the sharp pen tip mixed with black ink and Song Xingyao's blood, which was only a fist's distance from her carotid artery.
His back was covered in cold sweat.
He tightened his grip on her arms.
Song Xingyao felt a little uncomfortable from his tight grip, but she didn't say anything.
She knew the man in front of her. Although he hadn't said anything since she woke up, his irritability and unease were undisguised.
Song Xingyao didn't want to stay in the hospital, so Fu Siming took her back to Haiyan. When Fu Xunzhi saw that she was injured, his eyes were red as he blew on the wound for her. "When I fell before, Grandma blew on it for me like this, and it didn't hurt anymore."
Although Fu Xunzhi felt sorry for Song Xingyao and wanted to sleep with her, Fu Siming still took advantage of him being asleep to carry him back to his own room so as not to touch Song Xingyao's wound while sleeping.
Song Xingyao had only been staying at home for two days when Fu Siming, using a hand injury as an excuse, stopped her from handling official business, saying she was so bored she was practically growing flowers.
I received a text message from Bai Xiujin on my phone, and a little while later the doorbell rang.
Aunt Qi reacted quickly, rushing ahead to open the door, and said with some relief, "Oh, young madam, I can handle this. Your hand is injured, you should rest."
Seeing Qi Ma bring over a thin piece of medicine, Song Xingyao felt embarrassed. "Qi Ma, my injury will be completely healed after applying the medicine for two more days. It's not like I can't even hold a piece of paper."
Aunt Qi disagreed. "That's not true, Madam. Your wound is so deep and long. It hurt me to watch you being disinfected. Besides, it's not good for a woman to have such a long scar!"
He then handed her the unopened envelope he was holding.
Without arguing with her further, she saw Bai Xiujin's message, opened the envelope, and found a meticulously designed red invitation card inside, wrapped in an antique and elegant style.
After watching it, I realized it was actually Bai's mother's birthday banquet.
She quickly took a picture and sent it over, saying, "Xiaobai, I received it. I'll be there on time."
Bai Xiujin looked at the message he received on the screen and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
When Fu Siming returned, he was carrying an identical invitation. Seeing the items on the table, he scoffed, seemingly somewhat displeased, and said, "They sent two separate invitations just for my wife and me. I wonder what they're up to..."
The voice was very soft, but Song Xingyao still heard the awkward tone. She chuckled and stepped forward affectionately, squeezing his hand, which was mostly healed, "Oh dear, I didn't know our CEO Fu was so jealous. I thought he was a generous man."
"...I didn't." She tried to turn her face away, but since she was using her injured hand, she didn't dare to move it too much.
So Song Xingyao continued to rub his face.
With a teasing look in her eyes, she said, "Don't be jealous. There's nothing between Xiaobai and me, you know that. Besides, he and Yiming have a history."
Speaking of Qiao Yiming, this noisy girl hadn't come looking for her since she lost her memory. This time, she was actually being so obedient, which surprised Song Xingyao.
At this moment, Qiao Yiming felt a little guilty seeing Qiao Yiyang standing at his door, staring at him.
"Why did you suddenly stop going?" Qiao Yiyang asked with a hint of inquiry in her voice.
"Um... busy, yes, very busy. I have a new audition notice the other day. You know, I'm in the rising phase of my career. The annual multi-talented awards have already started. Um... I need to work hard and manage things well so that the public vote looks good."
She thought she had found a good excuse, but Qiao Yiyang's expression didn't change, so her voice got softer and softer.
Qiao Yiming simply didn't want to see Bai Xiujin for the time being after that incident, and that reason was perfectly reasonable.
But as soon as she finished speaking, she looked up and met her older brother's sharp and probing gaze.
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