Hearing what the woman said, Sun Jiming's voice softened a little, but it was still quite serious: "I told you, I have important business to attend to in Jiangcheng this time. It would be bad if someone took pictures of me. You should take the child and go back to Beishi to wait for me."
Upon hearing his words, Song Qiao immediately pulled away from his embrace. "Hmph, you're just scared, scared that Li Xinyi at home will find out!"
"What am I afraid of her for?" Seeing the woman in his arms acting up and looking annoyed, Sun Jiming immediately stepped forward. "I'm worried about you and Xin'er. I've already said that once this period is over, as soon as the election results are out, I will immediately divorce that woman Li Xinyi."
Song Qiao pouted, turning her body halfway around, "That will take a long time. I don't want our Xin'er to be like this, unable to be seen by others."
As she spoke, her voice trembled with a hint of grievance and a sob, making Sun Jiming feel anxious and restless.
He forcibly pulled her into his arms, and Song Qiao, who had been struggling, immediately went limp and collapsed into his embrace, continuing to speak.
"Xin'er's birthday is coming soon. How about we celebrate it in Jiangcheng? After that, I'll take him back here. After all, this is where I grew up, and he's never been here before."
Sun Jiming couldn't resist Song Qiao's bright and lovely eyes looking at him, and his heart softened for a moment. "Okay, how about this, you don't have to stay in the hotel anymore. I've found you a villa. You can stay there and be more comfortable. You won't feel so uncomfortable being confined to the hotel."
Since he had already given in, Song Qiao knew when to stop and immediately kissed him on the cheek.
Sun Jiming pounced on her, and the two of them, ignoring Song Xuan inside the room, indulged in their wanton behavior on the sofa.
Song Qiao helped him straighten his clothes, then reluctantly clutched his tie.
Although Sun Jiming didn't want to go back and face that uninteresting woman who always had a cold face, his absence all night was too conspicuous.
He reached out and gently pinched her nose, then said soothingly, "Alright, I'll come see you again when I have time. Tomorrow I'll have someone help you move to the villa area, and I'll come see you when I have time."
One was enthusiastically welcoming, the other coldly rejecting; Sun Jiming couldn't let go of either one.
She snuggled into his arms, and seeing how soft and delicate she was, like a fairy, Sun Jiming really wanted to press her down on the sofa and do it again.
But he still managed to pull her out of his arms, squatted down, and said goodbye to Song Xuan as he came out of the room before leaving.
He went around to the fourth floor, where his secretary was waiting for him in the pre-arranged conference room so they could go out together.
Back at the hotel, he was furious to see Li Xinyi still the same as before, locked in the room with the child.
How can you blame men for cheating? No man who marries a woman like Li Xinyi could resist going out for a nice meal.
That's what he thought.
But he forgot that Li Xinyi would always wait for him to come back for a late-night snack after his busy schedule, and she would even give up her original job to come back and cook for him.
In the end, all he got was a paternity test report sent to him by someone else on his first birthday, which showed a 99% match with his paternity test results.
So, when his child was less than two months old, he got another woman pregnant, which is disgusting.
Li Xinyi had finished drinking the water in the room. She thought he would not be back so soon today, just like yesterday, but she did not expect to run into him as soon as she stepped out.
Just as she was hesitating whether to go out, she noticed a deeper lip print on his dark blue tie.
If you don't look closely, you really can't tell.
So he went to that woman's place for a full meal before coming back. No wonder he came back so early.
Admiring Sun Jiming's mastery of time management, she closed the door in front of him and called room service.
She had thought that Sun Jiming would at least be more restrained in Jiangcheng, but she didn't expect him to be so lenient with that woman.
She chuckled self-deprecatingly, her expression of disgust vanishing, and made up her mind.
The next morning, before Song Xuan was even fully awake, Song Qiao pulled him out of bed. He looked sullen and was full of morning grumpiness.
Song Qiao didn't expect the people Sun Jiming arranged to arrive so early. She quickly changed her clothes and pulled the child out of bed.
He respectfully greeted the secretary of Sun Jiming, who was not a disciple of his.
The secretary said in the same way, "Miss Song, please leave. I'll have someone take the things to you later. I'll take you and the young master there first."
They carried the child all the way to the underground parking lot and drove out, taking a route so secretive that even transporting a corpse wouldn't be noticed.
Song Qiao sighed in admiration at Sun Jiming's meticulousness; even if she chased him here, there was no way he could have leaked a single word.
She knew that Li Xinyi would bring the child to Baiyun Mall yesterday, which is why she specifically brought people there.
Unexpectedly, he ran into Song Xingyao. Seeing the shock on her face, although he was humiliated, he still felt like he had gloated. She definitely didn't expect that he would have such a day. Just thinking about it made him feel great.
Who cares who Fu Siming is? What does money matter in the face of power?
The secretary, sitting in the middle of the business class seat, was typing away on her phone with meticulous precision.
The car drove all the way to a villa in the western suburbs. It looked more like a large resort area, but there weren't too many people. The villas were also far apart, making it a good place to relax.
Song Qiao slightly raised the corners of her mouth.
How could she not understand what Sun Jiming meant?
He looked so reluctant yesterday, yet he still sent the mother and child to this remote mountain village. He said the hotel wasn't comfortable, but he was just afraid of being seen and having trouble finding pleasure.
She laughed self-deprecatingly, but when she turned to look at Song Xuan, her expression had changed to that of a loving mother. "Let's go, get out of the car."
The secretary led the way and opened the door for them. Song Qiao went inside and found a female housekeeper already waiting. Upon seeing them, she immediately stepped forward, bowed, and greeted them.
The secretary pointed at her and said, "Miss Song, this is Butler Li. You can tell her if you need anything."
He then took out a card from his pocket and handed it over. "This is the card and the key. The gentleman asked me to give it to you. The PIN is your birthday. If you need anything, you can call me. The gentleman is quite busy and there are some occasions when it's not convenient."
Song Qiao smiled and accepted it, politely thanking her, "Thank you, Secretary Xia, I understand."
He turned around, his expression immediately turning cold, a hint of resentment in his heart: Why should I hit you, you're just a dog following behind Sun Jiming.
Butler Li was a shrewd person, and he naturally noticed her expression. He calmly led her to her room to settle in.
I went downstairs to inform Secretary Xia, listened to his instructions for a few minutes, and then hurriedly left.
Butler Li was quite experienced in his profession. Although he didn't know who the man in this house was, given his position and arrangement, he must be a difficult mistress to please.
A moment later, she heard Song Qiao calling her loudly.
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