After going downstairs and having breakfast, Song Xingyao began another long wait, unsure of what she should do.
She pondered what Fu Siming had said yesterday: "Try to adapt to your role."
Song Xingyao stared at the two red notebooks in her hand, wondering whether she should play the role of the wife assigned to her by these notebooks, or play the role of a caged bird who uses the identity of a wife to make him happy.
Lost in thought, she saw the boy standing by the stream, handing her his coat. His eyes were indifferent, but he stubbornly said something warm: "If you catch a cold and faint, I won't be able to carry you."
So that's how he was back then, Song Xingyao thought to herself. She stopped thinking about those things and secretly decided to stay with him and make him happy.
The phone rings suddenly, and you know who is calling without even picking it up.
"Bring me the files from the desk in the study. I'll have Lao Xu bring them to you." A deep voice came from the other end of the phone.
“Okay. Wait for me a moment. I’m here…” Song Xingyao jumped up from the sofa and ran upstairs with a clatter.
"It's pressed down on the pressure plate on the right side of the desk."
"Hmm... I saw it." After Song Xingyao finished speaking, a beeping sound came from the other end.
After tidying herself up, she finally decided to tie the light pink silk scarf from the closet around her neck.
When she went downstairs, Lao Xu was already waiting for her at the door.
Throughout the journey, Song Xingyao simply gazed quietly out the window. When the car stopped in front of Tiansheng, a doorman came over and opened the door. She walked in, looking slightly flustered, carrying a sealed paper bag of documents in her hand, which didn't seem like she was there to discuss anything.
A woman with a good figure approached the receptionist with a smile and asked, "Hello, do you have an appointment?"
Song Xingyao didn't think of anything else: "I'm here to deliver some documents to Fu Siming."
Um... the receptionist probably didn't expect her to say that, but still maintained a professional demeanor and said, "Um... do you have an appointment with Mr. Fu?"
"I don't".
"I'm sorry, but we can't let you up without an appointment."
"Can I wait here?" Song Xingyao didn't know what to do when she heard her words.
"This is the office area. Please wait over there for a moment," the receptionist politely pointed to a rest area in the corner.
"Thanks."
The receptionist returned to her post and spoke to her colleagues, her previous politeness and professionalism gone.
His face was full of disdain: "She actually said she wanted to see the president. If just anyone could see the president, that would be ridiculous."
Song Xingyao hadn't expected that coming to the company to see Fu Siming would be so difficult. But what if he needed the documents and couldn't get them delivered?
After sitting for a while, she suddenly saw Pei Jing, who had come to pick her up from the hospital that day, appear in the lobby.
She quickly got up and went forward to wave to him. Pei Jing was taken aback for a moment before stepping forward to greet her.
"Madam, why are you sitting here?"
"Um... Fu Siming asked me to come over and deliver some documents, but the receptionist said I couldn't go up without an appointment."
Pei Jing was actually instructed by his boss to come down and pick someone up. He led Song Xingyao up to the private elevator.
The young women at the front desk were almost speechless with astonishment.
"Who is this woman?"
"Did you see that?! Assistant Pei came down to greet her personally!"
"They even used the president's private elevator!"
"It couldn't be the CEO's..."
"Don't talk nonsense, be careful."
Upon hearing this, even the strongest curiosity was suppressed. Openly discussing the boss's gossip was truly suicidal.
The elevator quickly stopped at the top floor. Stepping out of the elevator, there were only two cubicles and an open office area. Floor-to-ceiling windows filled the office with sunlight. Although it was called an office area, it was more like a round table for business negotiations.
Pei Jing led Song Xingyao to the room with Fu Siming's nameplate on it and knocked on the door.
"Mr. Fu, your wife has arrived."
Fu Siming looked up at the woman at the door and asked, "Why didn't you call me when you couldn't come up?"
"I was afraid of making things difficult, so I rushed out and forgot my phone at home," Song Xingyao answered cautiously.
Fu Siming sighed softly, then gestured for her to sit down on the sofa in front of his desk. "Sit down for a while. Pei Jing will take you to Yimei this afternoon. There's a banquet tonight. Come with me."
"Okay." It was still that simple word, as light as a feather, that tapped into his heart. Her submissive and unwavering demeanor made Fu Siming a little irritated.
Song Xingyao leaned back on the sofa.
Staring at the sunlight streaming in and illuminating the pen tip on the table, the man's slender fingers made the pen dance smoothly across the paper, the sharp tip like a spear ready to pierce someone's sturdy shield at any moment.
She stared intently, wondering if this was how men climbed to the top of the pyramid.
Fu Siming caught the light in her eyes. He put down his pen and slowly walked up to Song Xingyao, who then snapped out of her daze.
"Is it pretty?" Fu Siming raised an eyebrow as he looked at her.
"It looks beautiful," Song Xingyao blurted out, then lowered her head again.
Fu Siming knelt on one knee on the sofa, pinched her chin with his hand, leaned down and gently kissed her, then bit her hard.
Song Xingyao cried out in pain, and only then did the man pull away.
Fu Siming pressed the intercom to call Pei Jing, "Take her to Yimei and wait for me."
"OK."
A long-haired man walked out of the design center, patted Pei Jing's shoulder affectionately, and then exclaimed when he saw Song Xingyao next to him, "Wow, why did you send me such a beauty?"
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