The housekeeper naturally noticed that something was wrong with her, but dared not approach her to disturb her.
Qiao Yiming believed that as long as he rushed to the front line to clarify things, everything would return to normal and everyone's efforts would not be in vain.
But it seems she was still thinking too simply; she had never truly explored the depths of the entertainment industry.
All the hard work everyone put in for half a year has to be started all over again.
She really wanted to slap herself for drinking so recklessly.
Now I can really take a break from acting and rest for a while.
After feeling frustrated all afternoon, Qiao Yiming called Song Xingyao.
She was initially puzzled by the unfamiliar caller ID, but when she heard a familiar voice on the other end, Song Xingyao sat up straight.
Fu Siming, who had just been leaning against his neck, was unhappy that she was moving so far away from him with such large movements.
Seeing his distress, she spoke to Qiao Yiming while reaching out to touch the man's hair, seemingly to comfort him.
Instead, Fu Siming pulled down her perfunctory hand, put it to his lips, and took a light bite.
The tingling sensation made her involuntarily gasp and hiss.
Then she glared fiercely at Fu Siming and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. See you tonight."
He quickly hung up the call.
"Fu Siming, are you a dog?"
The next second, she was pinned down on the bed by the man, his eyes filled with intense possessiveness, yet he didn't seem to be in a hurry to make any further moves.
Fu Siming: "And who is it that wants to possess you?"
Since Song Xingyao visited the set last time, the two haven't seen each other for several days. It was only with great difficulty that Song Xingyao was finally coaxed back, and now someone else is trying to take her place next to her.
Fu Siming was naturally extremely unhappy, and his displeasure was written all over his face.
Song Xingyao laughed rather happily, "You stingy girl... It's Yiming, she asked me out tonight."
Hearing the name Qiao Yiming, he knew he couldn't keep this woman. He knew about the recent uproar, since he was the one who recommended Qiao Yiming for "Ten Days".
In a way, Qiao Yiming was the catalyst for their reconciliation, but he was still reluctant. The closer the matter of the international exchange zone came, the more anxious Sun Jiming became. They didn't have much time to meet to begin with, and now someone was disturbing them.
Fu Siming's face was naturally extremely sour.
Song Xingyao knew she was in the wrong. She had originally planned to have dinner with him in Haiyan today, but now it seemed that they wouldn't be able to have dinner together.
Grabbing his neatly tied tie, she pulled him towards her and then, following the movement, placed her hands, one on top of the other, around his neck.
The distance between the two quickly closed. Fu Siming knew what she meant, sighed helplessly, and in an instant, her soft lips pressed against his.
The pleasant scent of orange blossom wafted into my nostrils.
He was naturally unwilling to be left behind and couldn't let go of this woman's guilty conscience and her selfless expression of love.
He forcefully sealed her lips with his, forcing Song Xingyao to tilt her head back and endure the man's passionate kiss. The intense onslaught made her weak.
But Fu Siming had no intention of letting her go. Her hand was slowly pulled away by the kiss, and slowly slid down until he forcefully placed it on her waist.
His hand slipped under his waist, and the two bodies pressed even closer together as a result of the movement.
With her other hand, she braced herself against the man's chest, and with a flick of her fingers, she loosened his once neat tie.
A soft, ambiguous moan escaped his lips. Fu Siming pulled away, looking at the woman's flushed face and her slightly rapid breathing.
He glanced again at the tie on his chest.
While she was still a little dazed, he whispered in her ear, "Song Xingyao, what if someone sees you holding my tie like this?"
Hearing his words, she belatedly glanced at the man who had just finished eating and drinking and had acted like a hooligan, and then he was acting innocent after getting the benefit!
hatred!
How come I'm losing again!
Once Song Xingyao's breathing had returned to normal, she simply lay down, haphazardly tugging at his tie until it became even more disheveled, saying, "So what? You're the one who's embarrassing yourself."
I'm leaving!
Before anything happened between them, Song Xingyao quickly got up and ran away, as nimbly as a lion dodging its prey.
Fu Siming wasn't annoyed. Watching the woman flee quickly, he got up and stuffed his messy tie into his suit, looking satisfied and content.
Qiao Yiming's invitation to Song Xingyao for drinks resulted in Bai Xiujin arriving at the villa only to find it empty-handed.
When Song Xingyao arrived at the Royal Night Pavilion private room, she could tell from the wine bottle that the woman had already drunk two glasses.
He quickly reached out and snatched the cup away.
"Didn't you say you'd quit drinking?"
Seeing that she was sullen, Song Xingyao put her coat on the sofa and sat down next to her.
He gently patted her back.
Upon seeing the people around me, the grievances I had felt earlier resurfaced.
"Sister Yao Yao, do you think my personality is really not suited for the entertainment industry? My dad said everyone there is shrewd and calculating, but I naively thought that as long as I stepped in and resolved everything, everything would continue as planned... but it still got pulled from the schedule..."
Song Xingyao knew that Qiao Yiming had the temperament of a child. Although he was much more mature now than when they first met a few years ago, he had never experienced too many setbacks and blows.
She spoke softly, “There’s no such stereotype that people with certain personalities are suited to certain things. You handled it very well. It’s just that many things can’t be judged by just one aspect. After you went live, the online public opinion changed. You were successful. Perhaps, for other reasons, going on ‘Ten Days’ now wasn’t the best time.”
Her words seemed to give Qiao Yiming a shot of adrenaline. "Really?"
Her bright, sparkling eyes longed for a positive answer.
Song Xingyao nodded, raised her hand to press the bell, and the waiter brought in a bottle of sparkling water shortly afterward.
"Don't just drink alcohol. If you get too drunk, I won't be able to carry you away. Add some of this. You don't want your brother to film you drunk again in the middle of the night after you shamelessly said you were going to quit drinking, do you?"
Her teasing words actually seemed to have some effect.
Qiao Yiming obediently accepted the glass of wine mixed with sparkling water. It really didn't taste very good; it felt like his tongue was fighting with chili peppers.
Song Xingyao noticed that she had reduced the frequency of her drinking, and her goal had been achieved.
I just heard about her being harassed by a fanatical fan. No wonder she's so down today. The Qiao family has covered it up very well. Even she hasn't heard a word about it.
However, seeing that she didn't seem to be too affected by this, I felt a little relieved.
With someone listening to him, Qiao Yiming felt much better. He felt that these past few days had been the most turbulent time in the young lady's twenty-odd years of life.
When Song Xingyao saw Shi Yu's message on her phone, she planned to go to the restroom to wash her hands and make a call, but she heard sobbing coming from a toilet stall.
She calmed down and walked in that direction, only to meet a pair of bright eyes peeking out from behind a crack in the door, red and still glistening with tears.
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