Whether it was because of her slap or her final words about breaking up, Fu Siming's body remained frozen in place, and his face turned to the side.
He watched Song Xingyao walk out the door without reaching out to stop her.
He had just mentally rehearsed his plea and pleas a thousand times, but the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single one.
After she left, Fu Siming felt as if all his strength had been drained away.
He had never felt so panicked until Qi Ma came in and saw him still standing there in a daze. Fu Xun went up and took his hand. "Dad, what's wrong? Mom seemed a little angry and went out just now. She also said that she can't come home for a while."
Looking down at the soft touch in his palm, he realized that Song Xingyao was truly angry this time. She even told Fu Xunzhi without any hesitation that she wasn't coming back.
He really did lose Song Xingyao again...
He did not answer Fu Xunzhi's question, but only instructed Qi Ma to take good care of Fu Xunzhi, and then went back to his room alone.
Compared to her silent departure last time, he could still deceive himself that as long as she lived, she would always come back.
But this time, when she went from hysterical to calmly saying she wanted to leave, Fu Siming felt even more uneasy. It was like when they were crossing a log bridge together, and the person in front of him threw the only narrow plank that was passable into the water right in front of him.
He could only watch helplessly as the only path and hope leading to her drifted away with the current.
He sat bolt upright in bed, wanting to get out, but then remembered what she had said, "You don't believe me?"
He seemed to have found the problem, but didn't know how to solve it.
This sentence was like a curse, haunting his mind, more difficult than the endless economic figures and business strategies he usually dealt with.
The thought of leaving was firmly pinned to the spot by those words.
After leaving Haiyan, Song Xingyao did not immediately return to the Fu family, but instead called Qiao Yiming.
Qiao Yiming answered the phone, glanced at his parents sitting opposite him, and immediately stood up.
"Mom and Dad, Yao Yao wants me to go out. You should get some rest. I might be back late."
After saying that, he ran out in a flash.
The fact that Song Xingyao had arranged to meet at the Imperial Court Night Watch surprised Qiao Yiming.
This place is arguably the liveliest and most bustling spot in Jiangcheng at night, but it's also relatively safe. She had heard Qiao Yiyang mention that it was owned by Yuan Zhao.
When they arrived, Song Xingyao was already drinking alone in a quiet booth.
In Qiao Yiming's eyes, Song Xingyao had always been a sensible and obedient older sister. She had always followed Fu Siming obediently and subserviently. However, Qiao Yiming could still sense that she had a stubborn streak in her bones. Sometimes, her uncompromising manner would drive Fu Siming crazy.
That's so satisfying.
What annoys Qiao Yiming the most are those delicate and weak women in the industry; otherwise, he wouldn't always want to get close to her.
She poured herself a glass before speaking, "Sister Yao Yao, what happened?"
For the first time, Song Xingyao felt an urge to curse.
Since graduating from Sekro, Song Xingyao has met all sorts of people, including the elderly, middle-aged, and children. Some of them were unwilling to speak, some talked nonsense, and some talked to themselves, but in the end, she always managed to get them to honestly express their thoughts.
But Fu Siming was different. He was more difficult to deal with than anyone she had ever consulted before. When Song Xingyao thought of his face and his inability to speak, she felt powerless and angry for the first time.
"What do you think men are all about? What makes them think that something is good for you and something is bad for you?"
Qiao Yiming was a little stunned by her sudden complaint, but then he thought of the two men and felt a deep sense of agreement, so he finished the wine in his glass in one gulp.
“I agree with that. Look at my brother, he came up with some kind of three-point agreement for me, saying he would protect me. And those business people he sent, every time I say something, they always say they need to evaluate it. I want to ask, am I working for them?”
After saying that, he secretly criticized Bai Xiujin, but didn't say anything.
After the two women drank, they let loose and drank freely. Qiao Yiming felt his nerves relax a lot. Lately, he had been worried that his affair with Bai Xiujin would be exposed, and he felt a bit stressed just thinking about that name.
In the private room of the Royal Court Night, Yuan Zhao looked at his friend beside him and was thinking that he didn't plan to drink with him this time. Tomorrow was the old man's birthday, and he didn't want to make him angry when he got back.
But the next second, when she saw Fu Siming putting it into his mouth, she still reached out to stop him.
"Drinking so fast? Do you want to die?"
"let go."
Fu Siming spoke coldly.
"You ask someone to drink with you, but you don't even say why. Is it so hard for you to open your mouth?"
Yuan Zhao never expected that her sharp words would stab Fu Siming in the heart again.
Fu Siming chuckled lightly, "Heh, Song Xingyao said she wanted to break up with me, saying I didn't trust her. How could I not trust her? If she wanted my heart, I would give it to her without hesitation. How could I not trust her?"
Yuan Zhao looked puzzled and released his hand from blocking him from pouring the wine. "What did she say? What did you do this time?"
Yuan Zhao spoke almost subconsciously. Although she hadn't had much contact with Song Xingyao, she had investigated the woman privately.
She wasn't the kind of submissive woman who would follow men around like a timid person. Even when I first met her, she seemed like a virtuous wife and loving mother, but her stubbornness and strong will were quite different from the people I usually met.
Fu Siming: "The disappearances of the Fu and Bai families were man-made. It was the Sige family who tried to cooperate but failed. They used this method to try to get Grandpa to agree to cooperate, but they didn't expect to be rejected. Song Xingyao found out about it."
When Yuan Zhao heard these words from him, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. Then, recalling the recent rumors, he understood.
He picked up his wine glass with his slender fingers, took a sip, and said, "So, she left you because of this?"
...
After a moment of silence, Fu Siming finally spoke, his voice tinged with a rare hint of uncertainty, "I thought so too, but then again, it doesn't seem so. She keeps saying I don't trust her."
No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a knock on the door.
The lobby manager walked in, nodded to the two of them, and leaned close to Yuan Zhao's ear, "There's a fight downstairs... It's President Qiao's sister and Mrs. Fu..."
Downstairs, things were bustling. Two men who had come up to chat with the woman neatly covered their foreheads, while the woman in the booth drank with her husband as if it were none of her business.
It seemed like this had nothing to do with the two of them, but almost everyone around had seen them each taking a bottle and cracking open the heads of the two men.
Yuan Zhao felt that he was born to clean up messes, so why was it like this again?
He stood up and glanced at his friend. "Let's go, your wife is here."
After saying that, seeing that Fu Siming hadn't moved, she added, "He got into a fight with someone."
The man on the leather sofa cursed under his breath and stood up.
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