The two men also concealed the heaviness of their conversation and turned to enter the hall.
At the dinner table, Pinglan wondered why Fu Siming hadn't brought Song Xingyao along, and told him not to always be so busy with work that he neglected her.
Fu Siming said helplessly, "Am I that kind of person? Yao Yao has been helping Old Wu with his exhibition recently, so I didn't bring her along. I'll definitely bring her here in a while. She still misses your cooking from last time."
"You're good at making me happy!" Pinglan laughed happily.
After the meal, Fu Siming asked the driver to deliver the packaged new dishes that Pinglan had researched to Haiyan, and then went back to the company.
Pei Jing and his office secretary have been working overtime for many days in a row. The lights of the skyscrapers are as bright as the stars at night.
These past few days have been a crucial period for preparing bidding documents and conducting compliance reviews. Everyone at Tiansheng knows that since the bidding information was released for land in the south, everyone has been like hungry wolves eyeing their prey.
Fu Siming often arrived home late at night, only to find the woman on the bed sleeping restlessly, kicking the blankets everywhere. After a hurried wash, he would hold her close in his arms, and they would sleep soundly every night.
Whether it was because her excessive sleepiness was getting worse or because she was too tired from being busy during the day, Song Xingyao clearly felt someone was beside her, but when she got out of bed, the man was nowhere to be found.
If it weren't for the lingering warmth of the faint sandalwood scent in the quilt, she would have thought it was all an illusion.
Song Xingyao's follow-up examination results are in, and the child is healthy.
She waited for him to come back every day so she could say those words to him, but she would always fall asleep while waiting, and the man was rarely seen during the day.
It was rare to see Fu Siming like this, so the matter must be quite troublesome. She recalled that the last time Fu Siming suddenly disappeared for half a month, it was also like this, and it was difficult for the two of them to even meet.
Before I knew it, Friday arrived.
Fu Siming only learned from Qin Liangshan yesterday that Huahai Real Estate did not actually intend to be the first bidder this time, but rather as a cooperating bidder.
The Jiangcheng government also agreed, which gave Huahai more say in this bidding process, as Huahai naturally had the right to choose its partners.
In fact, once Tiansheng has prepared according to the requirements, it is basically a sure thing.
After Pei Jing finished reporting the day's itinerary, he reminded her, "Ms. Fu's welcome dinner is coming up later."
He then realized that he had forgotten to tell Song Xingyao about this, and quickly took out his phone to call the woman.
But then I heard through the receiver: "The number you dialed is currently busy, please try again later..."
After the cold, mechanical female voice rang out twice in succession, Fu Siming's unease began to rise rapidly.
There are plenty of people in the business world who will stop at nothing to compete for resources. Fu Siming used to take such threats lightly, but the unease and fear in his heart made him unable to ignore them.
Seeing Fu Siming's expression, Pei Jing asked, "Master Fu?"
He suppressed his unease and said in a low voice, "Check Song Xingyao's location. We can't reach her by phone."
Fu Siming called Grandpa Wu again, and the call was answered shortly afterward. "Grandpa Wu, is Yao Yao still with you?"
"What's wrong? Little Song hasn't been in the studio this afternoon; she's been at the exhibition hall the whole time!"
"Okay, Grandpa Wu, please let me know if she goes back."
I had just finished hanging up when I heard the beeping sound, so I quickly hung up.
Pei Jing sent the exhibition hall address to his phone.
Because it was in the suburbs, quite a distance away, and today was the last day for venue decoration, Song Xingyao anticipated returning late. She sent Lao Xu back, telling him she'd contact him later to pick her up.
I never expected to lose contact with them.
The one-hour journey was shortened to 40 minutes due to the heavy traffic during the evening rush hour. Fu Siming arranged for someone to clear the way.
Looking at the completely dark exhibition hall in front of me, the original antique charm seemed somewhat eerie under the night sky.
Fu Siming walked in somewhat nervously; none of the lights were on.
Song Xingyao lay on a bloodstained stone next to the stairs, lying casually to the side. The blood on her head had dried somewhat from the autumn wind blowing through the hall.
The bloodstains on his face, dried by the wind, made his pale skin look even more eerie. His thin body lay helplessly on the ground, and Fu Siming's heart clenched.
His breath seemed to stop. He gently lifted the person from the ground, held them securely in his arms, and then rushed outside.
The woman in his arms was like a thin piece of paper, so fragile that she would drift away with the slightest touch. For the first time, Fu Siming felt the pain of losing someone, a pain as sharp as needles pricking him.
There were many cars waiting at the entrance to clear the way, but the person in the driver's seat seemed to be seeing Fu Siming for the first time. His scarlet eyes flashed with an uncontrollable ruthlessness, which made everyone present feel a chill.
A large convoy of vehicles took people to the hospital closest to the exhibition hall, and the people at the hospital were drawn to the convoy parked at the entrance.
When the dean was notified to receive Fu Siming, he was still drinking tea in his office.
He appeared in the ward the next second.
The doctor came out of the treatment room and said that the patient had fainted after being hit by a heavy object. The wound had been mostly treated, and a concussion could not be ruled out, but further CT scans were needed.
Unexpectedly, Song Xingyao woke up at this moment, awakened by a sharp pain after the wound was cleaned.
The pain and swelling in her forehead made her frown. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar environment. She saw Fu Siming rushing in anxiously and pulling her into his arms so tightly that she could hardly breathe.
She was still a little confused. "What's wrong?"
His bloodshot eyes were now filled with the joy of something lost and found, and the doctor standing nearby didn't dare to approach and disturb him.
It wasn't until the doctor came forward to take her for a checkup that she realized, "I'm pregnant, can I skip the CT scan?"
Fu Siming looked down at her bargaining, and the doctor next to him didn't dare to refute her. Instead, the man's voice rang out first: "No, you hit your head and need to be examined."
Upon hearing this, the doctor dared to come out and explain, "We have sophisticated head detection and protective clothing, so you can rest assured."
Looking into the man's eyes and hearing the doctor's words, Song Xingyao hesitated for a moment, but still chose to believe him.
She gently squeezed Fu Siming's palm to indicate that she was alright, but in reality, she did feel quite dizzy and uncomfortable.
When she was pushed back, Song Xingyao saw Fu Siming at the end of the corridor, lighting a cigarette and leaning against the wall, his clothes disheveled and not bothering to straighten them.
Their eyes met, and he stubbed out his cigarette in the metal ashtray next to him before walking over.
The backlighting shone on him, and his chilling aura made him look like a demon in the dark.
His anger and ashen face sent chills down Song Xingyao's spine. She had never seen him like this before, and for a moment she wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.
Just as the man squatted down in front of her, the nurse who had been pushing her from behind deftly stepped aside, leaving space for the couple.
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