"And those things you went through a while ago, Si Ming was the one who helped you handle them in the end. How could you do that? Fu's is your grandmother's life's work. How could you let it get tainted by these things? If you get caught, your life is over, you know that? You're brothers. If you still don't understand, kneel down and think it through. Then go apologize to your mother. She has never favored any of you. You chose to end up like this."
After saying this, he left the two brothers kneeling in the ancestral hall and returned to the main house.
The two knelt on the spot, silently pondering their father's words.
Fu Bowen never expected that his family knew what he had done, nor did he expect that Li Hao from last time was Fu Siming's man.
Fu Siming, however, was thinking about what his father had just said: "You're always like this, thinking you can handle everything. What do the people close to you think?"
He seemed to understand why Song Xingyao was angry; it was because he always habitually believed that he didn't need to let his loved ones know about anything, and that he could handle everything on his own.
It was because he knew that the matter was related to the Fu family, but he kept it from her, afraid that she would leave.
The more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen. This was true for Fu Yao in the past, and she didn't want Song Xingyao to know. It's true now as well.
He finally understood! Why Song Xingyao had told him back then that he didn't trust her.
So that's how it is!
An inopportune smile appeared on his face, and Fu Bowen glanced sideways at Fu Siming beside him.
He quickly got up and left the ancestral hall.
He was driving very fast; he was about to see Song Xingyao and explain things to her!
The car stopped at the Fu family's gate, but Song Xingyao was still in the hospital looking at the project-related materials. Tomorrow she would be going to the orphanage to hold the first project promotion meeting. She had reviewed the materials she had prepared twice before standing up from her office chair.
A sudden knock on the door made Song Xingyao shudder. So late?
Pushing open the door and seeing Shi Yu standing outside, Song Xingyao breathed a sigh of relief. "You came so late, you scared me to death!"
"I saw your office light was still on when I passed by. I guess you're looking at tomorrow's documents. Do you really not need me to go with you tomorrow?"
While packing her things, Song Xingyao said, "No need. There's a promotional event tomorrow. You haven't finished dealing with things at your studio yet. It would be a waste of your talent to go to the promotional event, and it would also take up a whole day of your time."
Knowing that she was the type of person who didn't like to trouble others, Shi Yu didn't say anything more. "Okay, I'll take you back."
"No need, I'll take a taxi. The place where the Fu family lives isn't on the way to yours, and I'll have to go around in circles."
Her instinctive refusal made Shi Yu frown, and he said again in a voice that brooked no refusal: "I'll take you."
"...Alright, let's go."
The two didn't talk much on the way. Song Xingyao was thinking about the project promotion for tomorrow and felt uneasy. Perhaps it was because this project didn't feel like an ordinary charity project.
When the car stopped in front of the Fu residence, Shi Yu keenly noticed that Fu Siming's car was parked not far away.
So he took the initiative to get out of the car and open the car door for Song Xingyao.
"We've arrived. I've been thinking about this the whole way. If I was really that worried, why did I even take on this project in the first place?"
Hearing him tease her, Song Xingyao's tense nerves relaxed slightly.
Stepping out of the car, Song Xingyao instinctively shivered as the early spring evening was a bit chilly.
Shi Yu draped the coat hanging from his arm over her shoulder, and Song Xingyao subconsciously took a small step back, somewhat resistant, "No need, it's just a short walk."
"Instead of arguing with me about what you're wearing, you should be thinking about tomorrow's promotional event. You'd better not get sick."
Song Xingyao, who had initially wanted to refuse, stopped making any further moves after hearing his words.
However, Song Xingyao still felt that Shi Yu's way of doing things and his tone of voice tonight were inexplicably domineering, which made her feel slightly uncomfortable.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind the car, interrupting the strange atmosphere of their conversation: "What are you doing?"
Song Xingyao's hand was still on the men's jacket on her shoulder.
She was stunned for a moment when she saw Fu Siming suddenly appear.
In Fu Siming's eyes, her dazed expression inexplicably carried a hint of guilt.
With a hint of anger, Fu Siming stepped forward, took off the clothes she was wearing, and threw them into Shi Yu's arms.
Their actions were full of venting their anger, which immediately made the atmosphere between the three of them awkward.
Song Xingyao: "How did you... get here... with your face?"
She watched as Fu Siming took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, awkwardly buttoning up all the buttons.
Staring at the injuries on his face, the untreated wound at the corner of his mouth still had traces of blood seeping out, and it had already dried.
After buttoning up his shirt, Fu Siming ignored Song Xingyao's question and walked past her to Shi Yu, who was standing to the side, saying, "Mr. Shi, please stay away from my wife."
She emphasized the word "wife" before looking up apologetically at Shi Yu. "I'm sorry, Shi Yu, you should go back first. I have something to tell him."
After saying that, she pulled Fu Siming away. Fu Siming's hand was held tightly by her, and her eyes were still fixed on Shi Yu, who was standing there.
This scheming guy who studied psychology must have done it on purpose...
Song Xingyao laboriously pulled him to where Fu Siming had parked his car. "What happened to your face? Did you get into a fight with someone?"
She had never seen Fu Siming with such bruises on his face before, and he seemed reluctant to speak.
Song Xingyao also got angry, but instead of saying anything, she patted his back with a little force.
She immediately heard the man take a cold breath. Song Xingyao was puzzled; she hadn't used much force, had she?
"Song Xingyao, you're the third person to hit me tonight." Fu Siming's voice carried a hint of grievance.
She came to see him before she had finished dealing with the Fu family's affairs, only to find him and Shi Yu being all lovey-dovey in front of the door. She was both angry and aggrieved.
His aggrieved voice sounded like a child's whine to my ears.
Song Xingyao's voice softened involuntarily, "You...get in the car!"
Reluctantly, the two of them got into the back seat of the car.
He was in such a hurry to get out of the car that he didn't turn off the engine, and now the car is very warm inside.
Song Xingyao: "I took off my top."
"..." Fu Siming wasn't used to Song Xingyao talking like this, but he couldn't help teasing her, "There's no need to be in such a hurry, you're coming back to Haiyan with me..."
She rolled her eyes, poked her finger at the spot she had just typed, and pressed it down.
Fu Siming then realized what she meant, stopped playing around, but still didn't listen to him.
The old man's two blows landed squarely on his body, and the wounds must have been horrific.
He didn't want Song Xingyao to worry.
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