Pei Jing called Song Xingyao twice but she didn't answer. After Fu Siming left, she went to two more job interviews, but was politely rejected both times because she was recognized as Mrs. Fu.
In Jiangcheng, trying to find a job under the name of Mrs. Fu is like begging in the capital with a golden bowl as a reward—who would dare to throw money into it? Song Xingyao hadn't expected that finding a job would be so difficult.
During her undergraduate studies, she majored in psychology. However, due to her strong learning ability, she supported herself through various competitions and contests by working part-time.
After graduation, Song Ping felt that her major was useless and wouldn't make any money. Looking at her face, he came up with this dirty trick and sold her off.
With her phone lying quietly to the side, screen upside down, Song Xingyao lay in bed after washing up, worrying about the work ahead. She naively thought that she needed to resolve the Fu family's affairs as soon as possible so that she could return to her peaceful life.
She still felt that she should go back and visit Grandpa Fu and Jiang Man and her husband first. Even though she was going to divorce Fu Siming, the Fu family was still very good to her. Besides, the old man had fallen ill at the wedding.
As I thought about it, I became drowsy and my consciousness gradually blurred.
She didn't know how much time had passed when a knocking sound suddenly rang out at the door, startling Song Xingyao from her sleep. As she became more awake, the knocking became more frequent, and news stories about drunkards sneaking into female guests' rooms at night suddenly flashed into her mind.
She frantically wondered if she had locked the door, while reassuring herself that the hotel's security couldn't be that bad. Just as she was about to pick up the landline on the bedside table and call the front desk to have them handle the situation, the sound at the door made her stop.
"Song Xingyao...open the door..."
Was she hallucinating? Was it Fu Siming's voice? Although his pronunciation wasn't clear, his voice was all too familiar to her.
She ran from the corner of the bed to the door and saw through the peephole that Pei Jing was standing upright with a drunken Fu Siming hanging on him. She put on a light jacket and opened the door.
Pei Jing helped her drunk boss up, but her expression remained businesslike. "Madam, Mr. Fu has had too much to drink. He asked me to drive him to your residence." Her respectful words carried a rare hint of helplessness.
Before Song Xingyao could speak, Fu Siming saw that she was wearing a thin knitted cardigan over a silk slip dress, so he quickly stepped forward to block Pei Jing's view with his body and then rested his heavy head on Song Xingyao's shoulder.
"Madam, I'll leave Mr. Fu to you." Pei Jing saw his actions, and a crack appeared on her composed face. She couldn't wait to leave.
Song Xingyao wanted to say something, but seeing the man panting heavily, she softened and let him stay.
Even though the man was drunk, he didn't put all his strength on her, but she still had to use a lot of effort to get him to the sofa.
He leaned back on the sofa, his face not flushed from drunkenness, but his occasional dazed expression carried a hint of lust. Song Xingyao blushed at his gaze, and her delicate shirt was already wrinkled from his tugging. Seeing this, Song Xingyao sighed before starting to take care of him.
But Fu Siming was not at all sluggish from being drunk. He caught Song Xingyao's soft sigh and pulled her onto his lap as she was about to leave. Before she could react, he pulled her back with a force and she cried out in surprise.
The unexpected pain of the fall was followed by the soothing scent of woody perfume and alcohol emanating from the man.
Fu Siming buried his head in her face, and his warm breath tickled Song Xingyao, causing her to unconsciously reach out to touch him.
"Fu Siming, you... let me go..." The two were in such an intimate position that she finally couldn't help but speak up.
"Let you go, where do you think you're going?... You're not going anywhere, you're stuck with me..."
His pushing motion stopped because of those words. Noticing that the woman in his arms had finally calmed down, he loosened his grip a little.
"Fu Siming, do you know what you're saying? Do you know who I am?" Song Xingyao asked incredulously.
...
The man seemed lost in her warm embrace, remaining silent for a long time.
In the last second before losing consciousness, he murmured, "Yaoyao...why can't I find you?"
These words sent a rapid chill through Song Xingyao's body. Wasn't that it? He was still looking for the old her after all. She used all her strength to get up and break free from the man's embrace. All the sounds around her vanished, and she began to feel nauseous again.
Why would he come here drunk and say all this to me? What does he take me for...?
The man, fast asleep on the sofa, had no idea how much further he had distanced himself from the other man tonight. In his dream, he returned to the little wooden house, where the little girl said, "My name is Yao Yao."
It was like a beautiful dream; the two of them spent the warmest night together in the wooden cabin during that cold late autumn.
Song Xingyao had originally intended to clean him up, but her heart was still filled with bitterness, and her temper flared up. She left him alone on the sofa and went to bed to sleep.
Whether it was because of Fu Siming's words or because her sleep had been abruptly interrupted, she found herself unusually sleepless in the same space as Fu Siming. The man on the sofa seemed to be in considerable discomfort, occasionally letting out a muffled groan as he tossed and turned. This only made her more agitated, so she buried her head in the blankets. After a long while, sleepiness slowly crept back in.
The next day, Fu Siming was the first to wake up. Despite his long arms and legs, he had been curled up on the sofa all night, feeling very uncomfortable. After looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings, he noticed the small bulge on the bed, where Song Xingyao was curled up asleep.
He walked to the bedside and sat down, gently looking at her half-exposed face. He couldn't help but reach out and touch it. Although he didn't remember how he got there, he thought that since Song Xingyao had let him in, he still had a chance to get her to forgive him.
After a little tidying up, he returned to his original neat and tidy appearance as a noble young man.
Fu Siming called Lao Xu, and Lao Xu arrived shortly after. He looked up at the window of her room, where the curtains were still drawn, and told her to stay by herself for a while, as the Fu family was waiting for him to return.
To avoid Jiang Man getting so angry that she actually threw him to be a sparring partner for a Muay Thai coach, he went back to Haiyan to tidy up his old house, which he had just returned to. To his surprise, his father was still home when he entered.
The maid who opened the door called out loudly, "Young Master, you're back!" drawing their attention away from the breakfast on the table.
When Jiang Man saw him, she was so angry that she was about to rush over, but Fu Ting held his wife's hand to prevent her from slapping Fu Siming in anger. These past two days, he had been listening to his wife's anger so much that it was almost forming a blurry barrier around him.
He had always raised his son in a very unruly manner, and he was worried that his beloved wife might get sick from being upset, so he didn't look at Fu Siming with friendly eyes.
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