Realizing this, Song Xingyao sensed that things were not simple, so she sent a message to Fu Siming.
She remembered Fu Siming telling her to be careful about her contact with Sun Jiming's family.
After waiting for a while without receiving a reply from him, Song Xingyao had no choice but to drive back first.
After having dinner at the Fu residence that evening, Fu Quan, feeling rather listless, prepared to rest.
When Song Xingyao saw the message pop up on her phone, she glanced guiltily at Fu Quan across from her.
After he went upstairs, Song Xingyao pushed open the door and went out. As soon as she reached the corner, she was pulled and pressed against the wall, and the familiar sandalwood scent entered her nose.
Song Xingyao slapped him hard and lowered her voice.
"What are you doing here?! What if my dad sees you?!"
As he spoke, he glanced at the window diagonally behind him.
Fu Siming pinned her against the wall, saying, "He can't see from this angle."
"..." Song Xingyao asked helplessly, "Why didn't you reply to my message?"
Fu Siming: "I have a dinner appointment with Sun Jiming tonight, so it's not convenient."
Only then did Song Xingyao notice the faint smell of cigarette residue on him.
Before she could speak, Fu Siming finally pulled away and stared into her eyes: "You said that Sun Jiming is involved in the orphanage project, what's going on?"
"At the project's promotional event today, I saw that the children were very close to him. Hmm... it didn't seem like the first time they met. Instead, they were as harmonious as a real father and daughter."
Song Xingyao said this because she had seen how Sun Jiming treated Sun Hui. How could a father who was afraid that his child's autism would embarrass him get along with other children?
Fu Siming was silent for a while, then said, "I understand. Be careful. I will investigate. Don't investigate on your own. Sun Jiming is a very cunning person. I'm afraid he might harm you."
“Hmm…” Song Xingyao knew what he meant, and besides, someone like Sun Jiming was not someone an ordinary person like her could fight against.
After finishing their business, Song Xingyao nudged him, "You should go back now!"
"You think I can just leave after you're done using me? Song Xingyao, aren't you being a bit too cruel? Is this all you can say to me?"
Seeing that she really intended to turn around and leave, Fu Siming immediately blocked her path with his body, locking her between the walls.
"..." Song Xingyao originally intended to talk to him about this, but seeing his awkward expression, she immediately understood.
She tiptoed and quickly gave him a perfunctory kiss on the face.
Their lips left their cheeks faster than 99% of couples.
His resentment deepened, and just as Song Xingyao was about to speak, the man in front of her sealed her lips with his.
A nimble tongue, carrying the faint scent of wine from the table, invaded her territory, sucking and licking her lips forcefully. Song Xingyao's back was pressed against the wall, and her hands were placed on her waist by Fu Siming.
Song Xingyao felt like she couldn't breathe, so she gripped his clothes tightly and let out a soft moan.
When the atmosphere became ambiguous, the butler opened the side door. "Hey, I clearly saw Miss come out just now? The car didn't drive off, where is she?"
The questioning voice snapped the two out of their rapture, as Song Xingyao stiffened upon hearing the butler's voice.
Fu Siming let her go.
Realizing Fu Siming's trick, she forcefully pinched his firm waist with the hand that was originally on her side.
"Hiss! Murdering her husband?"
"Fu Siming! Shut up!" She covered Fu Siming's mouth, then turned to look at him. Fortunately, the door was already closed.
"If someone sees this, my dad will find out tonight, not even tomorrow!"
Unlike Haiyan's villa, Fu's villa had other people living nearby, so it didn't have the same level of privacy. That's why Song Xingyao was so scared when she thought about this and glared at him fiercely.
Pulling the hand off his mouth, Fu Siming's eyes held a mixture of unsatisfied desire and grievance. "Why are you making it sound like we're having an affair? We're a perfectly legitimate couple, okay?"
...
Unable to refute him, Song Xingyao changed her words to appease him, "Okay, it's getting late. Next time, send me a message in advance and I'll come find you!"
Song Xingyao swore that she had never even had a puppy love, so to go straight to experiencing the thrill of "cheating" was a bit too advanced for her.
Seeing that she was looking around absentmindedly while speaking, Fu Siming didn't press her. "I understand. I'll investigate what's going on over there. I'll let you know when I have news. Don't act alone. You must tell me anything, understand?!"
He spoke seriously, and Song Xingyao nodded earnestly.
Watching Fu Siming drive away, Song Xingyao straightened her clothes before pushing open the door and going inside.
When the housekeeper saw Song Xingyao come in from outside, he asked, "Miss, did you go out just now? I didn't see you when I went out."
"...Hmm...I have some indigestion, so I'll just take a stroll around the neighborhood."
Upon hearing this, the housekeeper immediately put down what he was holding and went to find medicine for her.
Song Xingyao immediately said, "It's okay, I'm much better now, I'll go upstairs first."
Sure enough, Song Xingyao saw her swollen lips in the mirror and cursed the man inwardly.
Fu Siming did not go back directly, but drove directly to Ang's residence.
Ang came out of the bathroom and saw him sitting on the sofa. He teased, "It's rare to see you here. Your wife can't go home, and you still have your son, right? Why did you come here?"
Touching on his sore spot, Fu Siming glared at him, "Aren't you going to look for someone?"
Ang became interested: "You have news?"
"First, help me investigate. A new restaurant recently opened in Jiangcheng. I suspect that place has some connection with Sun Jiming. Also, what is the relationship between Sun Jiming and the children in the orphanage? I suspect that there is something unusual between Sun Jiming and the people in the orphanage."
"Hmm, that's it?"
Fu Siming looked up. "Anything else?"
"Where's your message? Seriously? You followed me all the way to my house just to send me a task? I think you're a real capitalist. I should have never let you invest. Now I'm practically your second personal assistant."
This was the first time Fu Siming had seen him so unable to hide his emotions. He pressed send, stood up from the sofa, and left his house.
Ang opened his phone, which showed a photo of Lin Qingyi pushing her suitcase out of the airport, with a middle-aged woman beside her. A detailed address was attached to the photo.
“West suburbs…” Ang murmured.
Unexpectedly, the publicity team produced the promotional video overnight.
The next day, a headline appeared on the trending news list: "Sun Jiming participates in charity promotion, getting along well with children in a friendly and down-to-earth manner."
There was much discussion, but most of the text actually praised Sun Jiming's participation in charity.
Song Xingyao overheard many of her colleagues at the hospital discussing this matter, and naturally, Song Xingyao, who appeared on camera with him, also received a lot of attention.
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