Song Xingyao, who was sitting on the sofa, was stunned by his words. She thought: Shouldn't he be the one who is happiest and agrees?
The man in front of her had a stern face. Apart from saying "no," she didn't hear another word. The room remained silent for a long time before Song Xingyao's voice came again.
"Didn't she come back after you waited for her?"
Fu Siming stared sharply at her face, trying to see a trace of doubt and sadness in her eyes, so that he wouldn't feel the atmosphere was so suffocating. But her eyes were crystal clear, as if she didn't care at all. Her calm and composed demeanor made it seem as if she could walk away at any moment.
He was somewhat angered. He strode up to her and looked down at her. Song Xingyao didn't even raise her head, as the light in front of her was completely blocked by the man's tall figure.
His neat attire showed no sign of the haste or haste to return home; there wasn't even a single wrinkle. His black shirt was neatly tucked into his trousers, and the metal of his belt gleamed even in the dark. She stood frozen in place as Fu Siming used his fingers to lift her chin, forcing her to look up.
They were too close, and her long neck was bent, which soon became very sore. She began to struggle a little, and Fu Siming leaned down to press her down. However, she only thought that Fu Siming had just returned from that woman's side, and she felt a little nauseous. When the two of them got close, Song Xingyao broke free and rushed to the sink to vomit.
Fu Siming seemed surprised by her strength and pushed her away, but when he saw her vomiting by the sink, his anger flared even more.
She didn't vomit much, only some acidic fluid welled up, and with each movement, tears streamed down her face, staining her eyes red. She splashed water on her face a few times before finally suppressing the nausea.
She didn't know when, but Fu Siming had already walked up behind her. She looked up and saw the man's furious expression in the mirror.
He said, "I said I won't get a divorce, and that's final. Song Xingyao, from the first day of our marriage, you have no right to say it's over."
After saying that, he left, leaving Song Xingyao standing there in a daze. Their first conversation after the wedding ended unhappily, and Song Xingyao was the most confused. She felt that Fu Siming's personality was too hard to understand. Had he not had enough of playing games yet?
Or perhaps, he has actually fallen in love with her a little?
The thought only lasted a second before Song Xingyao wanted to slap herself to bring herself back to her senses.
After vomiting, she felt nauseous and ordered some light food from the hotel's dining service. While eating, she thought about how to discuss and handle the divorce. No matter how comfortable she was with Fu Siming, she never thought of locking someone she didn't love by her side.
Especially since this person is still entangled with others, this is also the reason why she chose to continue the wedding. If Fu Siming came back, she would still be willing to stay by his side, but he broke his promise and is with other women.
Even with self-deception, she couldn't accept it. The food in her hands, reflecting her thoughts, tasted bland and tasteless, and she felt herself becoming increasingly tired lately.
It seems the wedding preparations were too much of a hassle.
After leaving the room, Fu Siming was in a hurry to leave. He leaned against the car and took out a cigarette from his pocket. He had quit smoking some time ago, but Jiang Man was urging him and Song Xingyao to have a child, so she asked him to quit smoking.
But today, hearing Song Xingyao's calm tone and the barely suppressed disgust, he felt a surge of annoyance and drove quickly to the Imperial Court Nightfall.
Yuan Zhao and Ye Si were already sitting in Nightfall No. 1. Ye Si, unusually, had drunk quite a bit. He was a doctor and usually kept to himself, but today, for some reason, he was drinking as wildly as Fu Siming.
A scantily clad woman was pressed against Yuan Zhao, feeding him wine from an exquisite glass. Her ample bosom pressed against his strong, muscular arms, a sight that made one's blood boil.
The girl sitting next to Yes didn't dare to approach. Yes was usually a refined and gentle person, but when he was drinking himself, his crazy behavior exuded a chilling aura that made people afraid to get close to him.
Yuan Zhao squinted at his brother's actions of constantly pouring wine, while the woman beside him, who looked like a little white rabbit, shrank back. He had specially found her for him today, thinking of her usual serious demeanor, but upon seeing her today, he felt that she was suitable for him. However, Ye Si did not even glance at her.
What a waste of effort!
The way he looked like he was about to drink himself to death gave him a headache. He sent the person away and said, "What's wrong with you now? Don't drink yourself to death here, or your old man will beat me to death."
Yes's father is a grumpy and stubborn professor with strong academic abilities, but his temper is terrible. As a result, Yes has always been respectful and polite. If this gets back to his father's ears tonight, Yes will probably get beaten half to death.
Upon hearing this, Yes paused for a moment, but he did not respond to the question.
He placed the cup heavily on the table, then leaned back on the sofa, rubbing his slightly sore eyes, lost in memories.
He had witnessed Bai Xiujin and Song Xingyao's conversation in the hotel garden during the wedding. He was feeling a bit dizzy from being toasted by the guests and was standing behind a flower bed in the garden to get some fresh air.
He saw Song Xingyao's reddened eyes and her forced smile, which was somewhat jarring. A news headline popped up on his phone, with the faint sentence, "Now you know," drifting away on the wind before reaching his ears again.
He never expected that her strong and calm expression and reddened eyes would disturb his peace of mind; she was his good brother's wife.
Thinking of this, his thoughts became even more chaotic. He was angry because Fu Siming had abandoned Song Xingyao and had to bear the gossip alone for Fu Yao, but he had no right to stand on his brother's side. Even if he did, it seemed that he should rightfully stand on his brother's side.
Just then, the door was suddenly opened.
Fu Siming had a sour face, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop sharply as soon as he entered.
Yuan Zhao thought to himself: Well, another troublemaker has arrived. Is it too late to leave now?
But his actions betrayed him; he made a phone call and ordered a few more bottles of strong liquor to be delivered. Since they wanted to drink, let them drink; let them drink some good stuff; once they got drunk, he'd just pack it up and throw it back.
He sipped his drink slowly, sensing that Ye Si and Fu Siming were not getting along tonight, as Ye Si kept urging Fu Siming to drink, and the latter drank it all.
Ye Si lay on the sofa with two buttons undone, while Fu Siming, also somewhat incoherent from being drunk, muttered, "Divorce... Dream on, Song Xingyao, don't even think about running away..."
Yuan Zhao then realized that this person had fallen in love with the substitute while playing a substitute game? Although he had known Fu Yao for longer than Song Xingyao, he had never had any good feelings towards Fu Yao.
He'd seen too many women; that woman's pretentious green tea act was utterly beneath him.
He really wanted to be a good person, but it turned out he didn't even have Song Xingyao's contact information...
So he called Pei Jing and asked him to notify Song Xingyao to come pick him up.
Pei Jing was also puzzled by this request, but he still followed the instructions and called Song Xingyao.
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