After returning from the orphanage that day, Song Xingyao discussed it with Shi Yu for a long time, marking all the strange things in the interview.
Finally, the problem was discovered: there was a large amount of repetitive content in the answers in the sample. This further confirmed that these children were indeed trained for the questionnaire.
It was less of an interview and more of a recitation of a set of standard answers in different ways.
The project had reached a bottleneck, so Song Xingyao decided to go see Fu Siming first and tell him about Sun Jiming's mistress.
Since the matter was sudden, Song Xingyao decided to go directly to Tiansheng to find Fu Siming and give him a surprise.
Tiansheng Top Floor.
The entire secretariat on the floor was bustling with activity because the bidding for the international exchange area was about to begin.
In the office, the chairman of the bidding committee was reporting to Fu Siming when he noticed Fu Siming frown. He knew there must be a problem with the bid, so he immediately lowered his head, waiting for the storm to break.
Pei Jing stood beside him and glanced at him, looking at the man in front of him with a hint of sympathy.
The attached budget and the tender amount are inconsistent. Such a basic mistake was not checked, and I'm sure I'll get a severe scolding.
Pei Jing noticed that the office area outside the door had suddenly become lively, which contrasted sharply with Fu Siming's cold expression.
If we don't stop them, I'm afraid no one will escape this meal today.
Pei Jing bowed slightly, left the office, and went to the secretary's office area.
Seeing the woman before him, he was somewhat surprised. "Madam? What brings you here all of a sudden?"
"I'm here to visit the set," the administrator said, placing paper bags one after another on the table. Song Xingyao glanced in the direction of Fu Siming's office. "I heard someone was giving a work report, so I'm waiting here."
Recalling Fu Siming's expression just now, I was still shocked, but wasn't the person in front of me my savior?
He figured he'd said enough of his scolding and led Song Xingyao over, saying, "Madam, why don't you knock on the door? Mr. Fu isn't in a good mood today."
Song Xingyao knocked twice, and without waiting to see if the man inside heard her, she pushed the door open and went in.
Fu Siming's face was dark, and he had just finished cursing.
He saw Song Xingyao leaning against the door with a smile, looking at him.
He immediately dropped his serious expression.
Looking at the man standing to the side, head bowed and being scolded, he waved his hand impatiently, "Get out. If you dare to hand over this kind of thing again, take it and get out of Tiansheng."
"Yes...yes..." He seemed surprised to have escaped this time, thinking he would be packing his bags and leaving today!
Cold sweat trickled down his face, and he looked at Song Xingyao with gratitude as he left.
Pei Jing thoughtfully closed the door for the two of them.
Song Xingyao remained standing there, calmly watching the still-angry man slowly approach her.
As he reached his hand to his ear, the next second, the glass in the room switched to one-way glass.
Fu Siming pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder, and smelled her pleasant scent through his nose.
Gone was the sharpness of his earlier insults; his voice was now lazy as he asked, "What brings you here?"
She placed her hand on his head and stroked it a couple of times, like petting a pet. "What's wrong? Why are you so angry?"
The two whispered to each other for a while before finally putting some distance between them.
Song Xingyao looked at him, her weariness impossible to hide.
"I heard that Tiansheng is going to participate in the bidding for the comprehensive construction of the international exchange zone. Is it very difficult?"
Fu Siming shook his head, "It's alright," then said, "If it weren't for Sun Jiming."
He let go of Song Xingyao and walked to the window, looking out. Song Xingyao followed behind him.
"Looks like I came to the right place? I came today to bring you some news. Sun Jiming's mistress has come to Jiangcheng."
"?" He turned around and glanced at Song Xingyao.
“Do you remember the day I took Xunzhi and Li Xinyi out? We met at the mall.” She paused for a moment. “His mistress is Song Ping’s daughter, Song Qiao.”
Fu Siming's face showed a rare moment of disbelief, but he wasn't as surprised as Song Xingyao, because this was an insignificant person.
“She also brought a child with her, but I’m not sure if the child is related to Sun Jiming. I think this shouldn’t be difficult for you.”
After speaking, Song Xingyao raised her hand to smooth out the furrowed brows he had been frowning over as he was thinking.
"Try this approach, and stop frowning, it makes you look older!"
Upon hearing the last two words, Fu Siming involuntarily relaxed his brows.
"What do you mean, Song Xingyao? You despise me?" He pulled her into his arms, locked her waist, and tightened his grip.
Song Xingyao struggled instinctively, "I thought President Fu thought he had unlimited personal charm, after all, he once pretended to be a miserable single father in front of me."
Upon hearing her bring up old grievances, Fu Siming immediately shut her up.
He kissed her so hard she felt dizzy, and somehow she ended up in the lounge.
It wasn't until her back touched the soft cushion that Song Xingyao immediately snapped out of it, pressing against his shoulder, "Ugh!! Ugh!"
She took a deep breath. "This is the office. Don't do this. People will definitely notice that you want to be the center of gossip."
"Who dares?!" Before she could even finish saying the word "gossip," the rest of her words were drowned out by the man's advances and the softness beneath her.
When Song Xingyao woke up again, the man beside her was gone, and the neon lights outside the building were faintly shining through the window.
She grabbed her phone and glanced at it—it was already 10 o'clock!
There were two missed calls from Fu Quan on my phone.
Are you crazy?!
When the call connected, Song Xingyao gave a guilty reply, saying she was still working overtime at the hospital, and Fu Quan didn't ask any further questions.
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