There were so many little incidents that day that Qiao Yiming put aside his original plan to gossip about Song Xingyao and Fu Siming.
Instead, she was teased by Song Xingyao, which annoyed her. Why did she always think of that night whenever she thought of this man?
Good heavens! This is so shameful!
Song Xingyao has gone astray! That's what she thought.
After Haiyan left, Song Xingyao stayed at the Fu family's house and didn't move out again. Fu Quan was getting old, and given recent events, she didn't want him to worry, so she decided to move back in to take care of him.
Song Xingyao stood at the door, her hand pressed against it, and saw a familiar figure in the corner, who had been standing there for who knows how long.
The shadow seemed to realize it had been discovered, stiffened for a moment, and then shifted to the shadows inside the wall.
Song Xingyao walked over quietly, while Fu Siming's face remained upright, showing no sign of being caught peeking...
He truly deserves to be the president of the Fu Group.
Song Xingyao's voice was soft yet irresistible, "I wonder what President Fu means by hiding at someone's doorstep late at night? Is Tiansheng planning to develop a detective business?"
The two had already met once at noon, so although their words were still sarcastic, the atmosphere between them was better than yesterday afternoon.
Fu Siming was speechless. He had been waiting here for a long time before he realized that this woman had only just returned. He only wanted to take one look and then leave. After leaving the hospital, he had no interest in working at all.
He just wanted to see her, and ideally, not be accompanied by some inexplicable androgynous, manipulative men.
Yes, that's what he thinks.
No matter what Song Xingyao says that attacks him, as long as she is still willing to talk to him, and as long as there is no one else around her.
He pulled her into his arms, his voice hoarse from the evening breeze, carrying an indescribable vulnerability and sensuality.
"Please don't have anyone else, okay? I'll figure it out. You can scold me, you can hit me, just don't leave me."
Like a vulnerable, homeless dog, Song Xingyao felt his face rubbing against her neck, hot and itchy.
Song Xingyao felt she must be crazy to think that way, but she steeled herself and pushed her away anyway.
A cold voice drifted into his ears, "Fu Siming, you didn't come here just to see if Shi Yu was the one taking me home? Now that you've seen it, go back. If my dad sees you, he'll be angry."
Hearing her tell him to leave, Fu Siming stubbornly said, "I don't care about anyone else, I only want you, Song Xingyao, please don't be angry anymore."
Song Xingyao was almost mesmerized by his deep, affectionate gaze, but a gust of evening wind brought her back to her senses: "If you really put my feelings first, you wouldn't have made so many decisions on your own, and you wouldn't have kept anything from me. Fu Siming, I've said it before, I'm not your possession, and I don't want to guess what you're thinking. Since you haven't figured it out yet, then figure it out before you come to me."
After saying that, she turned and left Fu Siming's embrace, leaving him standing alone in the wind in silence.
Song Xingyao didn't turn on the light. She stood by the window looking at that corner and saw Fu Siming standing there for a while before getting into a car. She breathed a sigh of relief.
Collapsed on the bed, recalling his aggrieved expression, she suddenly found it somewhat amusing that she could still see such an expression on his face. It reminded her of when she had lost her memory and he brought Fu Xunzhi to her, pretending to be a pitiful single father.
Ah, men.
The next day, Song Xingyao didn't rush back. Instead, she drove to check out the orphanage at the project site before returning to the hospital.
Hearing from Luo Luo that someone was already waiting for her in the meeting room, she hurried over.
A middle-aged woman dressed smartly sat on the sofa in the reception room. When Song Xingyao came in, she stood up to greet her.
After sitting down again, Song Xingyao realized that it was Director Yang Yi of the orphanage she had visited that day.
When I arrived at the orphanage in the morning, the staff said the director was out. I never expected the two of them to meet here.
"Dean Yang."
Yang Yi grasped her hand excitedly, as if she had grabbed a lifeline. "I've long heard that Dr. Song is a renowned expert in child psychology. I didn't expect her to be so young. She's truly young and accomplished! I came here for that charity project. The government allocated a funding quota to our orphanage this time, and I went to great lengths to contact the hospital director. But I heard that you still need to consider our project, so I came here in a hurry. I hope I haven't bothered you."
Song Xingyao withdrew her hand without showing any emotion and replied politely, "You're too kind. I think we share the same thoughts because Director Yang is so concerned about the children. This is also my first time taking on this type of project, so I want to learn more beforehand to make sure I can take it on. I went to the orphanage this morning, and the staff said you were out. I didn't expect you to come here instead."
Hearing her words, Yang was extremely excited, fearing that she would not agree.
He took out two orphanage record books from his bag. "Look, I've brought all the information about the children here. To be honest, most of them are abandoned girls."
After pausing for a moment, she continued, "Girls are sensitive, and we've tried several psychological counseling services before, but the results weren't very good. In fact, they all said they wanted to end the project early after just a few days. Since it's a free psychological project, I couldn't say anything. Now that we have this opportunity, I really hope that these girls can receive more scientific psychological counseling and grow up healthily. Although they were abandoned at birth, I've always treated them like my own children."
At this point, Yang Yi choked up and rubbed his eyes.
Song Xingyao casually flipped through the documents in her hand and discovered that this orphanage not only had a gender imbalance, but that 95% of the children were girls. Some of them were even adopted out, but would be sent back for various reasons.
This is indeed a very strange thing.
Song Xingyao frowned as she finished reading the documents in her hand, then tried to calm Yang Yi down. Although she saw the expectant look on Yang Yi's face, she still said, "I will think about it carefully. Dean Yang, you can go back now."
Even so, she still planned to sort out her thoughts before making a decision.
Dean Yang knew he couldn't rush things, but he had at least tried, so he didn't stay long.
Back in her office, she organized everything into a document and discovered that the dean had forwarded a notification to her email.
A moment later, Lolo brought in an envelope.
"Professor Song, this is something the dean asked me to bring to you. It looks like an invitation."
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