Song Xingyao stood there for a long time, so long that even the doorman saw her. Ever since Song Ping and his wife caused trouble last time, plus the big event of the wedding, Song Xingyao's photos had already spread all over the company's gossip group.
The doorman merely saw her but didn't go over to her. He just kept an eye on her pale face, keeping a close watch on her. If something really happened, he could go up to her later.
Lily, the receptionist, reacted quickly this time. She had just come out of the reception room when she spotted Song Xingyao at the door.
Seeing that she had been standing there for a full five minutes without making any other unnecessary movements, I was considering whether to notify Assistant Pei.
By this time, the woman had come to her senses. The lingering warmth of the setting sun made her head feel slightly hot, and she kept thinking about what Song Ping had just said.
The harsh threat forced her to calm down; she should have known all along that being sold to the Imperial Night Palace was a potential problem.
Since marrying into the Fu family, no one in the Fu family has ever inquired about her family background, but if they find out about this, the Fu family will definitely be greatly affected.
How could she not know the power of public opinion? She herself had been swept away by the whirlpool of public opinion.
Song Ping is a bottomless pit that can never be filled; he will only keep extorting money from her. She only regrets that she failed to leave any evidence in her haste.
When Song Ping asked for 500,000 last time, Song Xingyao said that it was the money she had spent eating and drinking at the Song family for so many years. Although it seemed like a good amount, it was definitely enough.
She had said back then that the Song family had nothing to do with her anymore, but now Song Ping's shameless and greedy behavior was exposed once again.
She didn't want Fu Siming to solve everything, partly because it was a shameful thing for her self-esteem, and partly because she never believed, nor could she believe, that anyone could solve her problems for a lifetime.
Still frowning, before they knew it, the afterglow of the sunset painted the sky a fiery red.
At this moment, Fu Siming walked out of the company in a hurry, but unexpectedly, their eyes met when he looked up.
Fu Siming's face showed a hint of anger. Song Xingyao saw his expression but didn't react until the man stopped in front of her and pulled her into the car at the door.
But he didn't use much force. After being shoved into the car, Fu Siming finally spoke: "Didn't I tell you to have Lao Xu pick you up from get off work? Why can't I get in touch with him?"
She picked up her phone, pressed the power button, but there was no response. It turned out the phone had been switched off after the call ended...
"I..." she was about to say something when she was interrupted by the angry man in front of her.
"Do you know how scared I was when Lao Xu told me there was no one in the studio and your phone was off?" Her voice rose considerably in anger.
After he finished speaking, there was a long silence in the car. The driver in the front seat didn't dare to breathe, not knowing where to drive the car. Fortunately, the car was well soundproofed, so Fu Siming's angry expression didn't get out.
Otherwise, tomorrow's gossip in the break room will be, "Fu Siming, the doting husband, is furious because his wife has gone missing."
Fu Siming mentioned a place name, and the driver immediately started the car, afraid of offending his boss.
The driver was new. The driver who had always driven Fu Siming was Old Xu. Because he was steady and skilled, Fu Siming didn't trust anyone else to follow Song Xingyao, so he brought in a new driver from the old house.
The car had been running for a while when Song Xingyao's voice finally came through: "Sorry, my phone died. I went to the showroom with Bai Xiujin this afternoon. I was in such a hurry that I forgot to call Lao Xu."
The sight of Song Xingyao standing at attention, ready to be beaten, instantly extinguished his anger, like a newly lit flame being put out by a bucket of cold water. It was always the same; she could always calm him down with just a few words.
Realizing he had spoken too harshly, the awkward man remained silent.
Seeing his expression, she said reproachfully, "It's all your fault. You turned off my alarm this morning, making me oversleep. I was worried about being late, so I didn't notice..."
All of Song Xingyao's previous emotions were swept away by Fu Siming's anger. Now she felt a little wronged. She had come to settle scores, but instead she had been swayed by his emotions.
Fu Siming still didn't speak, but his gaze had already shifted from the window to her. Seeing her puffed-up face, the corners of his mouth unconsciously lifted up.
This side of Song Xingyao struck him as somewhat novel, and the fluctuating emotions he sensed from her brought him a sense of pleasure.
But neither of them realized at what moment their feelings of grievance and pleasure subtly shifted.
He reached out and pulled her into his arms. He had originally wanted to tease the woman in front of him, but when he saw her tightly clenched hands, he slowly and forcefully opened her fists, revealing slight nail marks on her palms.
He spoke while gently rubbing her palm: "I was a little too hasty."
Her voice softened. Song Xingyao wasn't the type to hold a grudge, especially given his aloof nature. If he was willing to back down, things would be much better between them.
Soon the car stopped in front of a high-rise building with an extremely ostentatious decoration. The sign was a bright white spotlight sign, and the word "White Night" looked somewhat abruptly bright in the twilight, for some unknown reason.
Song Xingyao looked at the man beside her, "Aren't you going home?"
The mention of going home made Fu Siming chuckle. "Yuan Zhao's new shop invited us over."
"Oh... I always hear him investing in these kinds of entertainment things, and it seems like he always invites you guys over?"
“He’s having a falling out with his family! He’s been dabbling in investments on his own all these years, and it’s rare to see him showing any interest, so he often comes to our gatherings.”
He patiently explained that this was the first time he had mentioned his friends on his own initiative. He had often seen him with Yuan Zhao and Ye Si before, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the three of them didn't get along.
...Never mind, I guess there's not much difference between rich kids.
After the two went inside hand in hand, they thought the exterior was already quite ostentatious, but the interior was even more surprising...
The spacious hall was simply decorated with a few white porcelain tableware pieces. On a square table covered with white silk, there were stacks of crystal glasses as tall as a person, filled with clear, pale yellow champagne. The bright sunlight overhead was reflected by the liquid in the glasses, making them look as dazzling as gemstones in a crystal box.
The chandelier overhead was a diamond-encrusted curtain, exuding extreme luxury.
The hall was already filled with young men and women holding wine glasses, chatting amongst themselves. Even Song Xingyao, who didn't use social media, recognized some of the well-known rich second-generation heirs.
Upon seeing Fu Siming and Song Xingyao enter, some people began to look at them.
Song Xingyao felt a little awkward. The last time she was stared at by so many eyes was when she and Fu Siming attended a banquet for the first time, when everyone was speculating about her relationship with Fu Siming.
But this time, they came here as a married couple, and the sheer number of eyes on them made it seem less than friendly.
More and more people looked over, and Song Xingyao realized that their gazes were passing over her and Fu Siming and looking behind them, so she turned around to look too.
Behind her, Fu Yao, dressed in a pearl white halter dress, was standing there without her noticing.
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