Fu Yao woke up much earlier than the doctor expected. When the doctor examined her, he said that her physical condition was better than expected and transferred her to a regular ward.
Fu Siming didn't say a word the whole time, his face was serious as if he was thinking about something.
Fu Yao, lying on the hospital bed, said weakly, "I'm sorry, Si Ming, I just..."
He heard her voice, which was different from her usual outgoing and cheerful nature; it was cautious and timid. Feeling annoyed, he interrupted her.
"You should rest well. I've arranged for a caregiver to come and look after you this afternoon. I have some urgent business to attend to back in China."
"Si Ming, did I delay your business? It's alright, you can go back now."
The words were spoken hastily, yet they sounded quite sincere, as if she genuinely cared about him.
"Mmm," Fu Siming replied and prepared to leave, but Fu Yao got off the bed at that moment and hugged him from behind.
The woman behind him, tears streaming down her face, cried out at the top of her lungs, "Si Ming, did you really marry her? Have you really forgotten me?"
He was too lazy to deal with this entanglement, but remembering what the doctor said about her not being able to handle any stress, he still pried her hands open, turned to look at her, and said, "I was always waiting for you, but you took the initiative to leave."
"What about our childhood days? What about the memories of the little cabin? Have you forgotten them all?"
"Some things, once missed, are missed forever. At first, she was just a substitute for you. But now, it seems that's not the case."
After saying this last sentence, Fu Siming turned and left. Fu Yao collapsed to the ground, finally realizing that this man seemed to have changed his mind. In just a few months, he had fallen in love with someone else.
But she never imagined that the time she spent with him was stolen from her life.
The No. 1 hospital in China.
Old Master Fu has woken up. Fu Bowen, Fu Ting, and Jiang Man are all in the room.
The doctor said the old man had suffered a heart attack from the stress, and that his family should not agitate him when he wakes up.
Fu Ting was a very filial son and was usually a man of few words. Fu Bowen had a lot on his mind, so he didn't dare to speak up.
Only Jiang Man, with her straightforward personality, clashed with Old Master Fu's stubborn temper.
"Where is Little Song?"
"She said she wanted to be by herself for a while, so she's probably still in Lingyun now."
Grandpa Fu listened anxiously: "How can you leave her alone at a time like this? What if she gets upset?"
"Dad, calm down. Yao Yao isn't that kind of person. She's a calm and collected person. Ah Ming did such a bastard thing. Give her some time to process it."
"That brat, I think he's gone mad. What kind of person would abandon their bride at their wedding to go find another woman and let their woman suffer such cold words? I really want to beat him to death with a stick."
Seeing the old man's great anger, Fu Bo, fearing things might get out of hand, added, "When he gets back, you'll have to teach him a lesson."
Just as Jiang Man was about to join in the scolding, she saw a message from Pei Jing: "Madam, President Fu is already on his plane back to China."
"That old man Wu's granddaughter is something else. They should have cut ties with her a few years ago, otherwise things would have turned out like this."
"Alright, Dad, rest first. Your health is the most important thing. When he comes back, you can discipline him however you want."
"Yes, your good son has caused this mess, so you should handle it properly and don't mistreat little Song."
Jiang Man asked Lao Lin to bring a few people from the old house to look after the old man, and then she left with Fu Ting. Fu Bowen saw that his parents were busy dealing with his younger brother's mess, so he left on his own.
On the top floor of Lingyun, Song Xingyao was so overwhelmed by the emotions she had been suppressing these past few days that she could hardly breathe. After Jiang Man left, she thought about what she should do next, and then she fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, it was just before dawn. The only thing on my screen was a text message that Fu Siming had sent five hours earlier: "Wait for me to come back."
She carefully checked the time the text message was sent; it wasn't the day before the wedding, but five hours earlier. Otherwise, she would have felt like she was in Inception.
The wedding hadn't even started yet, and this message was also Fu Siming's promise to come back.
She didn't reply to her. She took a piece of clothing from the closet, took a shower, and then took a taxi back to Haiyan.
She didn't go to the old house, but returned to Haiyan first. For her, this was Fu Siming and her "home".
The thought sent a jolt through Song Xingyao's heart, like a rubber band about to snap, and the next second her skin would feel intense pain.
Since the wedding preparations began, the couple lived in the old house for a long time. There were still people who came to clean it regularly, but it didn't feel very lively.
Song Xingyao carefully examined every corner from upstairs to downstairs, even more meticulously than she had in the past few months.
She didn't have much with her; she only had two changes of clothes and the documents she had taken from the Song family earlier in her thin backpack.
A childhood photo of Fu Siming, which Jiang Man had given him a few days ago, fell out of the bag.
The little boy in the photo, with a sour face, picked up the item and dusted it off gently. Song Xingyao said, "I haven't even had a chance to tell you yet that the night you saved me by the river and we spent together in the cabin was the happiest time of my life. You were the first person to lend me a helping hand. I never expected that you would save me twice. I recognized you at first glance when we were at the hospital, but it seems like you don't remember what happened that night at all."
"Over the years, you've found someone else, but I don't care, as long as you're happy. But now, she's coming back, and our game should end."
She wanted to put the photo back on Fu Siming's desk, but she couldn't bear to. This ten-year-old boy was the hero who saved him.
She took out a card from her bag containing 500,000 yuan, which was the money he had given back to Song Ping.
The ring on her hand was a gift that Fu Siming originally intended to give to Song Xingyao on the day she started writing, but because of what he said to Qiao Yiming, he threw it on the floor of the study, and Qi Ma picked it up the next day.
That day, he pulled Fu Siming aside and asked him why he wanted to give him a ring. The man awkwardly replied, "...If you don't want it, then forget it."
He didn't even help her put it on; Song Xingyao happily slipped it onto her finger herself. After that day, she thought he had some feelings for her.
She didn't take the two bright red marriage certificates with her either. Song Xingyao gently stroked the photo of the two of them with her fingers, but quickly pulled them back, scratching them on the sharp edges of the misaligned photo.
A trickle of blood immediately seeped from my hand; the bittersweet taste and the sharp pain were both caused by it.
The items were neatly arranged on the table. Song Xingyao casually picked up a piece of white paper, wrote the password on it, and turned to leave.
The doorbell rang crisply the second the door was closed, then remained silent for a long time.
Song Xingyao used her remaining savings to find a hotel to stay in before deciding to slowly look for an apartment.
Ms. Wu hasn't given us any information yet about when she can return to work. Until then, she needs to find a job to support herself. Once this matter is resolved, they should have no further contact.
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