After they both went out, Secretary Xia stood at the door waiting for him to come out before nodding to him.
Sun Jiming had just suffered a setback, but now that things were settled with Ang, the most important thing was the second bidding meeting.
Although Fu Siming yielded and showed weakness, he always felt vaguely uneasy.
He also instructed someone to contact Zheng Zhonglai and keep an eye on the group of women to make sure nothing went wrong.
Only then did I feel relieved enough to leave.
Let's give Song Qiao a break for now. She's too cowardly to cause any trouble at this juncture. The most important thing right now is the election.
Anyone who tries to stop them will die.
Fu Siming suppressed the matter, but in order to deal with it, the Jiangcheng City Public Security Bureau still found someone who knew sign language to accompany the mother and daughter to take their statements and make a record.
Bumping into Fu Siming's figure at the door, Fu Siming said politely, "Thank you. You know who this matter involves. I will do my best to provide evidence. I hope there will be no word of this."
Yet his words carried an undeniable air of intimidation.
"Yes, the higher-ups have already given instructions."
After answering, the detective immediately pulled the still-stunned junior officer away from the hospital.
Although Sun Jiming is currently entangled with the election committee and unable to extricate himself, the kind of person who, if cornered, would be very difficult to guard against.
He made a phone call and arranged for two people to secretly protect Song Xingyao, making sure nothing went wrong.
Song Xingyao's project was dragging on without being completed, and instead she went to the orphanage like an ordinary volunteer, which made Liu Shanshan feel pressured.
But Sun Jiming wouldn't let her act rashly, saying that things were tense lately, otherwise she would have taught this woman a lesson.
How could she possibly manage so many mouths to feed all by herself? That old woman, Dean Yang, is quite fond of her and wishes she would come every day.
Liu Shanshan is now living a life burdened by scandals, and it's not easy for her to speak up, so she has no choice but to play along with her act after act.
In the process, Song Xingyao gathered all the children's detailed information and compiled a roster. She slowly talked to each of them in detail and eventually uncovered some clues.
The child who gave me the medicine last time was named Xiaoyu, but after not seeing her for a few days, she looked terribly haggard.
Song Xingyao bypassed Liu Shanshan and spoke privately with the dean, asking him to take the child to see a doctor.
They then used the excuse that teenagers are sensitive to keep the information from other children, thus convincing Dean Yang.
Dean Yang has always been concerned about the child's health and had wanted to take him along before, but the child refused no matter what.
Hearing that Song Xingyao had persuaded her, she beamed with joy, "You really have a way with people, Teacher Song. I'll take her to see her myself."
Song Xingyao knew that the drug had side effects, and the sooner it was detected, the fewer children would be harmed.
She didn't know how Fu Siming was doing; he had been too busy to reply to messages on his phone lately.
Song Xingyao called Pei Jing and learned that the second round of bidding was about to begin.
Almost everyone at Tiansheng is busy with this.
She recalled the atmosphere when they parted that night, and for some reason, her chest felt heavy.
On the rooftop of the apartment building, when Song Qiao was once again being whipped by the crazed An Suqin, she could no longer bear it and ran downstairs as fast as she could.
His disheveled appearance was a far cry from the glamorous days when he was enjoying the good life with Sun Jiming.
She felt a pang of regret; if she had known it would turn out this way, she would have preferred to spend her life as his mistress.
But now there's no going back; Sun Jiming would never allow her to return to his side.
What to do? She could only pace back and forth behind the building.
A moment later, a rustling sound came from beside him. He knew something was wrong and was about to run away when he lost consciousness. His vision went black and he fainted.
When she was woken up by the splashing water, Song Qiao screamed, "Ah! Don't kill me, don't kill me!!! It wasn't me, it wasn't me who spread the news, it wasn't me..."
Muttering to himself, he crawled toward the corner, cautiously surveying the dark basement.
The rhythmic thud of the men's leather shoes against the ground only made her heart race faster.
It was almost out of control.
A bright light flashed before her eyes, and Song Qiao couldn't see the face clearly, but she could feel the man's coldness. She kept shrinking back and shaking her head.
"It wasn't me...it wasn't me."
Fu Siming had his hands in his pockets, looking down at the woman who was terrified.
"Song Qiao, do you know why I called you here?"
The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar, but she knew clearly that it was not Sun Jiming.
Slowly raise your head to meet the gaze of the person in front of you.
"Fu Siming?" she remained wary.
The person next to him brought over a leather chair so that Fu Siming could sit down.
"I need the original paternity test results... and... evidence that Sun Jiming had an affair with you."
The rich, magnetic male voice sounded somewhat unsettling here, especially when asked to provide evidence of the mistress's affair.
"You...you think you can bring him down like this? Don't even dream about it!"
"Don't dream, Song Qiao. Do you think you can still get back to him now?"
"Heh..." He let out a light, mocking laugh.
"Don't overestimate yourself. You really can't bring him down. You know that going out means certain death, right?"
His tone was somewhat boastful, as if he wasn't worried that the woman in front of him would reject him.
"If I were to hand you over to him, how many days do you think you could live?"
"No! No! I beg you!"
Upon hearing the man's name, Song Qiao couldn't help but tremble. She then propped herself up and crawled toward Fu Siming's legs, but was stopped by the bodyguards on both sides who supported her limp body.
Fu Siming didn't want to see the person in front of him crying and begging for mercy. He stood up, left a sentence, and prepared to leave: "You still have one day to consider. If you don't cooperate with me, then I can only send you to see your old lover."
"No! Don't go! I'll tell you!! I also know that Sun Jiming hired someone to kill a man, I know..."
Song Qiao struggled and shouted in the hands of the two bodyguards.
Fu Siming stopped in his tracks, finally hearing something useful, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
She turned around, and the two men released her, letting her kneel on the ground.
"Fu Siming, I have conditions! I need you to protect me and let me leave the country safely."
"Ha, you're trying to negotiate with me?"
Fu Siming spoke with disdain and a cold voice.
"I have evidence...I know where this man is! You wanted evidence, didn't you? I have it!"
Seeing that Fu Siming didn't intend to agree, she hurriedly began to repeat herself!
"Then we'll see if you're worth surviving."
After Fu Siming finished speaking, he waited for her to reply.
Song Qiao swallowed hard. "Yes... this man was pursuing Li Xinyi. Sun Jiming wanted to marry her, so... so he had someone hit him. Sun Jiming thought he was dead... but I investigated... he's not dead. His family changed his name and hid him!"
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