Fu Siming stared at her as if the woman would disappear from his sight at any moment.
Fu Siming: "Why didn't you make Lao Xu wait? Do you know how scared I was?"
He spoke in a cold voice, without joking as he used to, and a subtle fear flowed through his voice.
"I... I thought I'd spent the whole afternoon there, and I didn't want to keep Lao Xu waiting too long, so I sent him back first. I never expected this to happen."
Knowing she was in the wrong, Song Xingyao's voice grew softer and softer.
"That's his job. His job is to wait for you and then safely take you to your destination. You know something happened to you, don't you feel guilty?"
His cold tone was devoid of any warmth, showing no regard whatsoever for the fact that the person in front of him was a patient.
She remained silent for a long time before realizing that her so-called concern had also brought enormous pressure and burden to others.
Seeing that she remained silent and did not respond, he knew that she had heard what he said, so the man spoke again, his tone slightly gentler, "You are in a special period now, and you can't be as casual as before. This time I contacted you in advance and found that you were missing. What if something else had happened if I had been any later?"
Song Xingyao nodded, then frowned as a soreness in her head overwhelmed her.
The man who had been squatting in front of her got up and pushed her back to the ward. Not long after, the doctor came over with the examination report. Fortunately, the injury was not deep; it was just a superficial wound, but she had lost a lot of blood.
As usual, the doctor advised me to go home and rest well, and to replenish my nutrition.
At the party, Fu Yao was surrounded by a group of rich second-generation men and women. Her white fishtail fitted dress accentuated her graceful figure, and her neck was adorned with a camellia flower embroidered with lace, making her look pure yet alluring.
Fu Yao is known in the industry for her innocent and naive persona. Holding a glass of juice, she toasts one person after another. Occasionally, when someone teases her to have a drink together, she just shyly declines, saying that she really can't drink alcohol.
Sitting in the corner, Qiao Yiming poured the champagne in his hand into his mouth in one gulp, shook his head, and said, "I really can't stand it. What a show-off!"
Qiao Yiming could be considered Fu Siming's most devoted fan. After all, he was handsome, capable, and his cool aura captivated her completely. Even her brother said she was obsessed.
Although she didn't like Song Xingyao, she hated the hypocritical, innocent girl in front of her even more.
Two years ago, she went to Country S with her friends. It was her friend's birthday, and she booked a venue to have fun with everyone. Qiao Yiming didn't want to go at first, but she couldn't resist the friend's enthusiasm and ended up having a couple of drinks with him.
Isn't this perfect? I saw Fu Yao passionately kissing a man in a corner booth. To call it a passionate kiss is an understatement; it was more like Fu Yao took the initiative to get close to him. The man was clearly unmoved by her advances!
Such things happen in bars, but since Fu Yao was Fu Siming's girlfriend, Qiao Yiming had her face etched into his bones and wanted to slap her whenever they met, so he naturally recognized her at a glance.
Later, the two left the table, and Fu Yao was carried out by the man. Unfortunately, the man was wearing a metal mask, so his face could not be seen. Otherwise, they would have caught them in the act.
Even if she was naive, she knew what had happened afterward. So when she heard that Fu Yao was going back to China, she was worried that Fu Siming would rekindle their old relationship and was prepared to expose her.
It's a pity. Judging from Fu Siming's expression, he probably has no interest in her anymore. In that case, there's no need to bring this trivial matter to Fu Siming's attention.
After drinking around, Fu Yao excused herself to go to the restroom and returned to her prepared lounge. A message from an unknown number on her phone read "Done," and she was overjoyed.
Now that no one was around, she didn't want to pretend anymore. She poured a glass of whiskey into the glass on the table, but didn't drink it. She just held it in her hand and swirled it around. The bright liquid gleamed coldly under the bar lights.
The reflection of her smile showed as she whispered, "Ah Ming, are you satisfied with the gift I gave you?"
Since sending out the invitation that day, she hasn't received a single reply, whether by phone or text message. So she found out the location of the exhibition hall from Wu Xian.
Knowing that they had recently hired some interior decorators, they planned to create an accident to make Fu Siming suffer a loss.
Fu Yao didn't make her move until the day of the banquet. She thought she had already given Fu Siming plenty of opportunities, but he didn't cherish them, so she had no choice but to give him a little reminder.
Anyway, a renovation accident like a rockfall will definitely not be traced back to me.
She remembered that someone had just asked her: Why didn't Fu Siming come?
The more she watched with amusement, the angrier she became. She threw the glass in her hand to the ground with a thud. The spilled liquor caught on the carpet and filled the room with a strong smell.
Fu Yao tidied herself up and walked out of the lounge. A man walked out from around the corner of the cabin. His casual yet noble attire revealed a sinister aura that sent chills down one's spine, but he looked no different from the playboys present that night.
He watched the woman in the plain white dress sway gracefully before him, his gaze becoming more intense, before she disappeared down the corridor.
In the hospital, Song Xingyao recalled that it was Friday. Hadn't he gone to Fu Yao's welcome party? Why would he suddenly find her?
Despite having many questions, she was so dizzy that she soon fell into a deep sleep. When Fu Siming came in, he saw the woman's pale face and her slight frown as she turned over, which caused her headache.
He sighed, and then his phone beeped. Pei Jing had already found the list of renovation workers and the person in charge of the on-site art installation.
The stone was intended for decoration, but the setting was loose, so it fell and hit Song Xingyao. Although everything pointed to an accident, Fu Siming felt that there were not so many coincidences.
There have been many troubles lately, and land in the south is about to be auctioned. There are many hidden dangers around us, so we can't let our guard down.
He sent a message to the other end, instructing them to question him carefully. Just as he was about to enter the room, he heard Song Xingyao's phone ring.
Song Xingyao was still asleep. Seeing the name displayed on his phone, he immediately answered the call.
"Hey? I heard there was a rockfall on the field? You're injured."
He glanced at the woman on the bed, then walked out of the ward into the corridor before speaking.
"I didn't expect you to be so quick to get the news. But my wife is none of your business." Fu Sixiang recalled his clingy gaze when she tried on her wedding dress, and the thought made her feel annoyed.
Bai Xiujin was surprised that Fu Siming answered the phone, and quickly composed himself. "Fu Siming? Is she alright now?"
"Whether it's good or bad, what's it to you?" Fu Siming's words were truly infuriating.
Seeing that he wasn't going to talk to her properly, she should have hung up, but she still said, "I know Tiansheng is planning to acquire land in the south. Don't drag him into your own business matters."
Unexpectedly, both of them felt that this incident was not an accident.
Bai Xiujin personally contacted the interior decoration team, so he knew their skill level and how could they possibly make such a simple mistake.
After a moment of silence, a "hmm" came from the other end of the line, and then the call ended.
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