The information in her words was fragmented and disjointed, but it was clear that she had not been taken back by the family that had adopted her.
Qiao Yiming listened from the side, completely bewildered.
Fu Siming's phone beeped, and Song Xingyao glanced at it before handing it over.
Seeing the name above, I realized he was the president of a medium-to-large investment company in Jiangcheng. I had met him once before at a dinner party with Fu Siming; he was a rather refined man with glasses.
Their eyes met, and Song Xingyao continued, "Is the man you're talking about him?"
She nodded timidly.
Fu Siming understood, took the phone, and immediately sent a message.
Song Xingyao felt there were still many things she didn't understand, but the people in front of her seemed just as confused as they were. For now, they would settle her in.
Dean Yang couldn't act rashly either. Although she felt that Dean Yang was unlikely to be involved in this matter, the parents' information had been reviewed by her after all.
Qiao Yiming took the initiative to say, "Then come back with me. I've been living alone lately anyway, so having another person won't hurt."
The party had just ended when Qiao Yiming took the girl named Xiaowen back to the villa.
Song Xingyao got into the car with Fu Siming, still thinking about Xiaowen's matter, when Shi Yu called.
She then realized that she had said she would call him back, but she had forgotten.
Hearing that he contacted her because of the project, Song Xingyao perked up.
Fu Siming kept an eye on the conversation between the two while driving.
Finally, at a red light, he heard Song Xingyao say, "Then I'll go over there now."
Fu Siming snatched the phone away. "I heard what Mr. Shi said. It's inconvenient for me to go over today. It's getting late. Goodbye."
When she got the phone back, Song Xingyao found that the call had already ended. "Fu Siming! Why did you hang up on me!"
With a rare glimmer of hope, Song Xingyao's voice rose a little.
The man in the driver's seat looked displeased after she yelled at him, and he sped up a bit.
She wouldn't say a word to him. When the car stopped on the side of the road, she saw Song Xingyao texting Shi Yu and snatched the phone from her hand again.
"Why ask him? The orphanage, Liu Shanshan, why don't you ask me? You have readily available resources right here, why go to such lengths, running away from your husband's car in the middle of the night to see another man? Song Xingyao, I'm not that generous!"
The car was filled with a strong sour smell.
Song Xingyao chuckled softly, looked at Fu Siming who didn't intend to continue driving, and unbuckled her seatbelt.
After thinking about it, it seems that the sound was a bit too loud just now.
She just wanted to know about the project's anomalies as soon as possible, almost forgetting that there was a jealous man right next to her.
She softened her voice to coax the man in the driver's seat next to her, but Fu Siming looked out the window and wouldn't look at her. The way this man acted up was like a child.
She gently tugged at the man's sleeve, then quickly planted a kiss on his cheek.
Fu Siming wasn't angry at first, but he was annoyed that Shi Yu and she had to meet every day because of work.
"husband."
The two light, airy words echoed in the quiet carriage, startling Fu Siming.
He turned around and met Song Xingyao's gaze.
What did you call me?
"Didn't you hear that? Since you didn't hear it, then..."
Fu Siming moved past her and leaned close, causing the temperature inside the car to rise suddenly.
Their breaths hit each other's faces. "Say it again."
Fu Siming spoke persistently. Since their marriage, Song Xingyao had never called him that before. Those two words felt like a light feather tickling the skin of his heart, making him feel a little itchy.
Song Xingyao cupped his face in her hands and solemnly uttered those two words, "Husband."
The next second, a highly masculine scent, carrying a clear sense of desire, touched his lips—not a fleeting touch, nor a surging, passionate one.
It was a rare, gentle nibble, as if it wanted to meld her into its very being.
Song Xingyao synchronized her breathing with his movements, as if it were a moment they had both been looking forward to for a long time.
Unconsciously, she climbed onto his neck, feeling her consciousness becoming somewhat blurred by his passion.
The sensitivity of skin touch is nothing compared to the fiery sensation of fireworks exploding in one's mind.
Like the gentle patter of water droplets falling into a pond, her consciousness wandered in the long river of Fu Siming's intertwined love and desire, as if a long time had passed.
When they parted, Fu Siming smiled as he looked at the rosy, triumphant smile on the woman's face.
He knew that he would probably be controlled by this woman for the rest of his life.
Somewhat helplessly, he said, "Song Xingyao, you've also learned the art of using your beauty."
"Don't worry, it'll only be used on you." She made no attempt to hide that this was her scheme.
He took a deep breath. "A fairy!"
Song Xingyao steered the conversation back to the previous topic, "You're not angry anymore? So what did you find out about Liu Shanshan and the orphanage?"
Fu Siming: "When Ang went to investigate the orphanage last time, he was spotted by Liu Shanshan. Later, it was discovered that Sun Jiming had hired people to guard the orphanage dormitory area, perhaps to prevent the children from running away? Ang was discovered that time and was shot in the shoulder."
"Shot?!" Song Xingyao exclaimed in surprise. So the man she saw being chased that day was Ang?
He looked up and met Song Xingyao's gaze. "You saw it?"
"...That day I was doing an interview, and Liu Shanshan went to the archives to review the case. I saw a man being chased by several people from the window of her office. I wanted to take a picture, but Liu Shanshan came in unexpectedly."
Fu Siming frowned. It seemed that Liu Shanshan might be a spy that Sun Jiming had specially placed in the orphanage.
Song Xingyao was clearly aware of this as well. Liu Shanshan was present at almost every one of their interviews, and the researchers almost never spent time alone with the children.
She recalled the child's sudden change of tone and explanation during her last solo interview.
Could it be...?
Looking up, he saw the man in front of him with his brows furrowed, and he knew Fu Siming's doubts.
"Don't worry, if they wanted to harm me, there would be no need for them to let me take on this project and then go through all the trouble to ensure its successful completion. I think those children are their ultimate target. Don't worry, I will protect myself."
Song Xingyao cut him off before he could finish speaking.
Hearing the man click his tongue, she said, "Song Xingyao, do you think you understand me better and better? But you're wrong this time. I don't intend to persuade you to stop. I will protect you. You just need to do what you want to do."
His words startled Song Xingyao slightly, and then the two smiled at each other.
Yes, that's really reassuring.
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