"Get over here, you brat!" Jiang Man shouted at the door. The maid next to her quickly retreated, leaving the family of three alone.
Even though Jiang Man is usually easygoing, she rarely has such a temper.
Fu Siming knew that his mother was really angry and anxious. He walked to the dining table and stood quietly in front of it without waiting for her to greet him.
Seeing her son's tired face, Jiang Man calmed down a bit. Unexpectedly, it was Fu Siming who spoke first.
"Mom and Dad, I'm sorry."
An apology extinguished all her anger. Jiang Man said coldly, "You just say sorry, and then what? You're not going to tell me you're going to divorce Yao Yao and get together with that woman, are you?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice from the other end say, "I didn't."
Jiang Man was relieved. It seemed he wasn't so confused after all. "What about Yao Yao? Yao Yao was the one most affected by this incident. Do you know how the media in Jiangcheng are commenting on her? I can't even bring myself to say those things!"
After saying that, she leaned back in her chair angrily, and Fu Ting handed her a glass of lemonade at the right moment.
Fu Ting rarely spoke up, saying, "Ah Ming, you're a man, don't let women suffer. I'll stand in front of you to protect them."
Fu Siming nodded before speaking, "I'll handle the news. My relationship with Fu Yao is over. As for Yao Yao, I'll find a way to appease her."
Hearing this, Jiang Man finally felt relieved. It seemed that she had not misjudged him; her son did have feelings for Song Xingyao. Otherwise, given his temperament, he would not have said anything to comfort her.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but rack her brains for ways to help the young couple. As a mother-in-law, she was really worrying herself sick. Fu Ting saw his wife sitting quietly and knew that she was thinking about random things again. But this time, he felt that the young couple should solve their own problems, otherwise the problem could not be solved at its root.
He pulled Jiang Man away, casually adding, "Your grandfather is being discharged from the hospital today, so just stay home."
When Song Xingyao woke up, she found that the man in the room had already left. She checked her phone and found that Pei Jing had missed a call and a message from Old Wu before she went to sleep the night before.
[Little Song, the second round of exhibitions is about to begin, and the studio's work needs to restart. Let's discuss it in detail at the studio tomorrow. Contact me in advance if anything comes up.]
Including the wedding preparations and the turmoil, Mr. Wu had been resting for more than a month. She had thought that Mr. Wu's work would not resume so quickly, and the interviews were not going well, so she was preparing to take back her old profession of translation. Unexpectedly, the work problem was solved today.
She replied to the message and quickly put the unpleasantness of last night behind her. She thought about work tomorrow, but decided to visit Grandpa Fu today. She called Jiang Man and learned that today was the day Grandpa Fu was being discharged from the hospital. She planned to accompany Grandpa Fu directly from the hospital this afternoon.
After tidying herself up and having lunch, she wondered if it was because she hadn't rested well yesterday. Although her favorite dish was fish, she had no appetite today and felt overwhelmed by the fishy smell. The Chinese restaurant in the hotel was filled with a greasy atmosphere, so she only ate a few bites before thinking about escaping as soon as possible.
Without giving it any thought, Song Xingyao hastily ate a few bites and headed to the First Hospital, where she happened to see Ye Si going upstairs in the elevator.
He looked like he had just arrived at the hospital. He wasn't wearing the familiar white coat; his neat and tidy casual clothes accentuated his refined and scholarly demeanor, and there was no trace of yesterday's hangover.
Song Xingyao greeted him politely, and then the two fell silent again. Ye Si looked down at the woman in front of him. She was wearing a pure white dress with ruffled edges and a navy blue knitted cardigan. She looked very thin, and the cardigan clung to her skin, making her appear even more slender.
Ye Si suddenly had a selfish thought: it would be nice if the elevator could go a little slower.
"We've arrived at the 22nd floor!" came the female elevator announcement. The two were on the same floor. Old Master Fu was staying in a special ward at the hospital, which was on the same floor as Ye Si's office.
Ye Si was somewhat dazed. He followed Song Xingyao to the old man's ward. Song Xingyao found it a bit strange, but he was a doctor and a friend of Fu Siming, so it was normal for him to come to see the old man.
Pushing open the door, Fu Mingtang saw Song Xingyao and Ye Si, two younger members of the family, enter together, and greeted them with a strong, energetic voice.
"Grandpa!" "Grandpa Fu!" Two voices rang out at the same time.
"Oh, Yao Yao and Xiao Ye are here!" Upon seeing the two of them, the old man's eyes crinkled with joy, indicating that he had indeed recovered quite well, and the special care had certainly played a positive role.
Song Xingyao stepped forward and took the old man's hand to support him, while Ye Si spoke up from behind.
"Grandpa Fu, are you recovering well?"
"It's all good, it's all good. I'm getting old, and even staying in the hospital for a few days makes me feel uncomfortable. It's better to go home sooner. Come over for dinner sometime! Don't listen to your dad, all you do is delve into academics!"
"Okay," Ye Si replied politely without refusing, and then said, "Grandpa Fu, I'll come to see you again when I have time. I'll go back to my office now."
Grandpa Fu remained silent in the ward, letting Song Xingyao help him leave. The old man was also quite moved. If any noble lady had encountered what Fu Siming had done, she would have felt resentful. Therefore, he felt even more affection for Song Xingyao.
"Grandpa, it's so good to see you're feeling better. It's all because of our own mistakes that you fell ill." Song Xingyao was happy to see the old man in good spirits.
"What does this have to do with you? It's all that brat's fault. You've been wronged."
Hearing this, I lowered my head and thought to myself, if Grandpa knew that they were getting a divorce, he would probably be sad again. My thoughts became even more chaotic, so I simply gave up thinking about it.
"Alright, Grandpa, let's go home."
The two chatted easily along the way, neither wanting to bring up the wedding again, which made the atmosphere heavy. When Fu Mingtang heard that she was about to go to help Old Wu hold a second charity exhibition and auction, a fleeting look of worry crossed his eyes, but he quickly hid it away, which Song Xingyao did not see.
The two entered the main house together, and unexpectedly saw Fu Siming's tall figure stand up from the sofa. The latter also did not expect to see Song Xingyao again so soon, and a hint of joy flashed across his face without being noticed.
The old man listened to Song Xingyao's rambling on and on, and his mood calmed down considerably. When he saw Fu Siming, he surprisingly didn't put on a sour face.
Old Lin, sensing the situation, stepped forward to take Song Xingyao's place and prepared to help the old man upstairs. He spoke to Song Xingyao with a gentle smile, "Girl, stay for dinner tonight and stay here."
Before he could refuse, the old man called out to Fu Siming, who was standing dumbfounded by the sofa, to come upstairs.
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