"Fu Siming? Are you trying to drive me crazy? What's wrong with this woman?"
Seeing the woman disappear, Jiang Man finally couldn't help but shout at Fu Siming, who was standing to the side.
Fu Siming said nonchalantly, "It's just like what you see."
"Ah Ming, are you... still not forgetting her? But is it fair to her that you've chosen to marry a woman like her?"
"As long as she stays by my side, she can have anything she wants. I treat her well, so what's unfair about that?"
Hearing her son's almost obsessive words, Jiang Man had words on the tip of her tongue, but then seemed to remember something and ultimately kept quiet.
She looked at Fu Siming with concern, and finally said helplessly, "When you have time, take her home to meet the old man. He was so angry when he found out about this that he didn't even eat dinner."
"Okay, Mom. You go back first, I'll ask Lao Xu to take you."
"No need, the driver is still waiting in the garage. I'll go back first." Jiang Man left these words, gave Qi Ma a few more instructions, and then left Haiyan.
At the corner of the stairs, Song Xingyao didn't want to hear it, but the words "Have you not forgotten her yet?" rooted her to the spot.
She remembered the words spoken in the restroom: "You only look a little like him, that's why Brother Fu is willing to play with you for a while."
Her throat felt like it was blocked, her heart was being torn apart, and it felt like something was collapsing.
Afraid of being discovered, she grabbed the railing to get up but then fell back to the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes and dripped, staining the hem of her skirt.
She rushed into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the shower, and let the icy water pour over her head. She clutched her heart, wanting to cry out loud, but no sound came out.
Song Xingyao didn't understand. Didn't she know from the beginning that Fu Siming had ulterior motives for being with her?
She said this afternoon that no matter what her status was, she wanted to make him happy, didn't she? She said she was willing to do anything to stay by his side, didn't she?
Thinking about this, Song Xingyao suddenly understood her role.
Yes, all she needs to do is stay with him and happily complete this game of husband and wife. What does it matter if she doesn't know where the end is?
Song Xingyao tidied herself up and walked out of the bathroom.
Seeing Fu Siming sitting on the edge of the bed beckoning to her, she obediently walked forward. Fu Siming pulled her to sit on his lap, played with her hair, and then took out a hairdryer to dry her hair.
She looked up at the image in the dressing mirror, lost in thought; they looked like a sweet newlywed couple.
Fu Siming dried her hair and placed a light kiss on her forehead. She saw the tenderness in his eyes, but she also knew that through that face, he was looking at someone else…
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