Song Xingyao was completely outmaneuvered by him. She had originally wanted to see the man lose his composure, but she hadn't expected him to be so shameless. She thought to herself, "I underestimated him. You really can't compete with a man in terms of shamelessness."
She was about to push the man away and get up when she didn't expect him to grab her waist tightly. "My disobedient hands were already being held."
In the end, Song Xingyao had to beg for mercy and say she was tired before the two of them slowly cooled down with a low growl from the man.
The monitor on the table reflected their flushed faces. Their once neat yukatas had slipped off their shoulders in their passion, revealing glimpses of their cleavage, a fiery sight that was hard to look away from.
Fu Siming's shirt was crumpled from being gripped, but his face was full of satisfaction, his allure undiminished.
Fu Siming got up and casually draped the handmade suit jacket from the coat rack over the woman before carrying her to the bathroom to wash.
By the time they put her on the bed, Song Xingyao had already taken a nap in the afternoon and was still fairly awake, but after being tossed around by the man for a while, she was too lazy to move.
She felt strands of hair being lifted from her shoulders, a warm breeze gently caressing her scalp, and the man's slender fingers casually playing with her hair. Song Xingyao drifted off to sleep.
Fu Siming sat on the edge of the bed, drying her hair while staring at her small face, sometimes impatiently pulling away the hair that was blown messy and stuck to her face.
She seemed to have lost some weight. Her clothes, as she lay down, outlined her figure. Song Xingyao had no excess fat on her body. Recently, due to her pregnancy, her appetite had been poor, and her face looked noticeably smaller.
He pondered how to properly nourish her, so she wouldn't be as thin as paper, as if she would be blown away by the wind.
The next morning, Song Xingyao woke up early. His phone suddenly beeped once, and then beeped twice more a moment later. Fu Siming, who was lying next to him, didn't react at all.
She pulled her hand out of the man's arms, picked up the screen, and saw that the information on the phone was somewhat eye-catching.
[Unknown number: Ah Ming? Is this your number? I changed my number after returning to China, I didn't expect you were still using the old one.]
[Unknown number: You can save my number. By the way, remember to come to the banquet on Friday, I'll be waiting for you.]
The man behind her suddenly moved, and Song Xingyao immediately put her phone back, somewhat lost in thought.
So he still decided to go to the welcome banquet? Why didn't he say so?
Song Xingyao wanted to shake him awake immediately and question him about why he hadn't told her, but she calmed down.
I promised to trust him and wait a little longer. He probably hasn't had a chance to tell me yet. There are still several days left, right?
Suppressing her discomfort, Song Xingyao left the man's embrace, washed up, and went downstairs.
After a while, when Song Xingyao was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast, she saw him already dressed neatly and smartly coming downstairs.
The well-tailored handmade suit, paired with a white shirt today, looked brighter and less serious than the previous black suit. The pearl cufflinks on the cuffs softened his originally cold demeanor.
Seeing that she was staring at him, Fu Siming walked straight up to her and gently kissed her forehead.
This is what Qi Ma saw when she brought out the food. "Young Master, breakfast is ready."
Unlike Song Xingyao, the man showed no embarrassment at being caught, and calmly finished his breakfast.
During the meal, Fu Siming felt that the woman in front of him was looking at him somewhat unnaturally. A hint of doubt flashed through his mind, but he did not delve into it.
After finishing their meal, the two went out together. In the car, Fu Siming said, "Old Xu will pick you up from get off work tonight. I'll be going home a little later."
Seeing Song Xingyao's scrutinizing expression, he added, "I'm going to meet Uncle Qin."
She turned away, not looking at him again: "Oh."
Her lukewarm response made the atmosphere between them a little cold. Fu Siming was unaware that she was feeling down and waiting for him to say something to her.
Seeing that he didn't bring up the matter, Song Xingyao used the excuse that she didn't have a good appetite to divert most of the man's suspicious attention.
The strange feeling that Fu Siming had felt due to the unnatural expression of emotion quickly disappeared.
He was a little nervous. "Didn't you say you were going to find some time to get checked out? You've lost a lot of weight recently. I'll have Aunt Qi cook lunch and bring it over to you."
"No need, my place is far away, it would be too much trouble to come and go."
"That won't work either. I noticed you didn't eat much this morning. It's a special time now, and you're all skin and bones if I pick you up." His tone was firm.
Seeing that she couldn't persuade him otherwise, Song Xingyao stopped arguing, knowing that he would eventually stick to his own ideas anyway.
However, she did take his suggestion to go for another check-up to heart. She really should make time to go. She's been too busy lately and felt bad about taking too much time off. Besides the person who takes care of her, she's the only other person in Old Wu's studio.
There are only three of us in total, and it's not good for me to keep taking leave. Besides, it's still the official preparation period for the exhibition. It will be better next week when the on-site arrangements are almost complete.
Song Xingyao was so busy that she forgot about the little incident in the morning, but she didn't expect that Fu Siming would not come back to Haiyan for dinner for several days in a row, and the time they met was shortened to the short time when he was occasionally woken up at night.
Ever since Fu Siming learned from Qin Liangshan that overseas forces wanted that piece of land in the south, he has been invited to dinner parties every day.
The land auctions in the south are about to begin, but due to the sensitive timing, Fu Siming did not directly contact those people.
Huahai is the largest real estate company in Jiangcheng, so cooperation invitations kept coming to them one after another, but no one knew about the private relationship between Huahai's President Qin and Fu Siming.
The two of them didn't go anywhere else; they gathered all the information right there in Pinglan's courtyard.
Qin Liangshan: "The person in charge of Oran contacted me. They didn't mean to take over the land themselves. Even if a new small company has the financial resources and ambition, the Jiangcheng government would never give them the land. Although I didn't meet with the person in charge of Oran, the information is basically true."
Fu Siming exhaled a puff of smoke. "The Sige family directly used their overseas residency quota to significantly boost their chances in this bidding process. I heard that the higher-ups intend to develop an economic and trade development zone here that connects to overseas markets. So Gu Mai simply used the Sige family's endorsement to seek cooperation."
Seemingly surprised that this junior knew so much, his eyes revealed admiration.
Qin Liangshan then responded, "If Huahaishen makes a move, the partner will naturally be guaranteed success. However, Huahaishen has been launching too many projects recently. Even if they have a big appetite, they still have to consider whether they can handle it all."
In the world of business, the last thing you should expose is your own weakness.
However, the relationship between Fu Siming and Qin Liangshan and his wife can be seen as both taking care of the younger generation and offering an olive branch to businessmen.
Hearing this, he stubbed out his cigarette one last time. "Thank you, Uncle Qin. I'll consider it."
Then Pinglan's voice came from behind: "Fu Siming, you should smoke less!"
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