Watching Fu Yao's figure disappear into the restaurant, Qiao Yiming turned to look at Song Xingyao. He saw that her expression hadn't changed at all, as if no one had come at all, let alone that the person was her husband's ex-girlfriend...
Somewhat anxious, she said, "You just let her go like that? Didn't you hear? She said she was going to Tiansheng!!! She's going to find Brother Fu! How can you be so calm? He's practically blatantly blatantly blatant, how come you, the Empress, haven't reacted at all? Or is it that you don't actually like Brother Fu at all? No wonder you asked me so coldly before if I liked him... Then why did you marry him?"
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"That's not right either. The way Brother Fu looks at me with such deep affection, even a dog would be confused..."
In one long speech, she played out all sorts of tactics, from forceful acquisition to emotional indifference, and even went so far as to ask when they broke up...
Song Xingyao got a headache listening to this, so she took a mini pastry and stuffed it into her mouth while she was talking. "Alright, even eating can't shut you up."
"What's the use of being anxious? I'll go up there and pull her hair, then tell her, 'How dare you seduce my husband?'" Qiao Yiming almost choked on his pastry when the expressionless man said this.
Only after she swallowed it did she start laughing heartily, oblivious to those around her. Song Xingyao was also infected by her laughter, her lips curving slightly to reveal a small dimple, her eyes sparkling with an unusual smile.
"So you can laugh! Why do you always act so profound? Calligraphy is supposed to be an old person's hobby, but you make yourself look so lifeless. You'll only attract old men like my grandfather, not someone like Brother Fu! I have to say, most men still prefer someone like Fu Yao who seems innocent on the surface, but who knows what kind of mess she is behind the scenes!"
"Seeing her makes me lose my appetite." She raised her hand and called over a waiter, "Just put it on the tab, and write down Qiao Yiyang's name."
Song Xingyao couldn't help but tease, "So you used your brother's money to treat him to dinner?"
"Who cares! He's the one who pays for my living expenses!" She waved her hand dismissively, then said a few words to the waiter, and someone started loading bags and packages onto the car.
After getting in the car, Qiao Yiming insisted that she go to Tiansheng to find Fu Siming, saying that what if that woman tried something?
With no other options, she got off at Tiansheng and instructed Lao Xu to take her to Qiao's. She carried the packing bag that Qiao Yiming had casually handed her, and winked as she said, "Fu Yao always brings things with her, so you can't go empty-handed."
Song Xingyao felt a heavy weight in her hands, but she had no idea what she had packed.
This was her third time stepping into Tiansheng. This time it went much more smoothly. No one stopped her or greeted her. She naturally walked into the elevator, pressed the floor button, and went up.
As soon as the door closed, the group of young women at the front desk exchanged glances, their expressions revealing a complex mix of emotions...
"Not long after Fu Yao went up to see the president, the empress arrived..."
"They're not here to catch...adultery," she said, swallowing the last word.
"Shut up, okay? This is the company. Watch your mouth. Besides, Fu Yao and the president's wife are obviously not the same person, alright?"
"Huh? What's different? How did you know?"
"Didn't you see that we had to ask Assistant Pei for permission when Fu Yao arrived? But Assistant Pei specifically instructed that the President's wife can go up directly!"
"yes!"
The gossip at the front desk stopped after a while, but everyone was secretly watching to see if there would be any big news on the company forum that afternoon...
Top floor.
Song Xingyao had just stepped out of the elevator when she unexpectedly ran into Pei Jing at the door.
"Assistant Pei," she nodded slightly in greeting, "Is Fu Siming in his office?"
Pei Jing was taken aback for a moment, and immediately began to think about how to reply, because he knew that the president was currently in the office with Fu Yao.
Even if there's nothing wrong with it, the fact that the CEO and his ex-girlfriend are alone in a room while his wife is asking him about the CEO's situation makes him sweat a little.
But he quickly replied respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Fu and Ms. Fu are talking about something."
This word is innocent enough, isn't it? To a businessman, it carries absolutely no ambiguity.
"Okay, thank you." But the president's wife walked towards the president's office without changing her expression, and he couldn't help but turn around to look at Song Xingyao's back.
He thought: His wife is truly unfazed by change. His girlfriend would occasionally get jealous because he was working for capitalists all the time, but she was completely unmoved even when she heard that her husband was with his ex-girlfriend.
Before Song Xingyao could even reach his office, Fu Yao had already pushed the door open and said, "Then I'll take that as your agreement." Although her voice wasn't loud, everyone in the open office could hear her clearly.
Everyone looked toward the source of the sound and saw the president's wife and the president's ex-girlfriend brush past each other. The latter even greeted them quite generously: "You're here. I just finished talking with Si Ming. I didn't expect you to come."
The ambiguous tone in their words and the hostess's manner made even the people in the secretary's office feel nauseous, but no one said anything, since it was just a short walk from the president's office.
As they passed each other, Fu Yao carried the scent of sandalwood. It was really just a faint fragrance, but she was all too familiar with it—the scent she smelled every night when they embraced as they fell asleep.
As she placed her hand on the doorknob, she was still wondering what kind of conversation could leave a woman smelling of a man's perfume.
Those scenes from movies and novels flashed by and were soon forgotten.
Pushing open the door, Fu Siming, who was sitting at his desk, looked somewhat impatient, but when he looked up and saw that it was Song Xingyao, he immediately put down what he was holding and stood up.
"What brings you here?" He naturally took the takeout box from her hand. "Did you buy this for me?"
Song Xingyao didn't speak, but after entering the room, the open takeout box on the coffee table came into view. She looked away before speaking, "Well, I had lunch with Qiao Yiming at Pinhua Pavilion at noon. I figured I had plenty of time to get back to the studio, so I came over."
Fu Siming recalled that Fu Yao had just left and Song Xingyao had just entered. Could it be that the two hadn't met?
He waited for her to ask, but Song Xingyao was also waiting for him to speak; their tacit understanding prevented either of them from bringing it up.
Seeing the box on the table open, Song Xingyao joked, "It seems President Fu has already eaten, so all my bringing was for nothing."
Calm yet awkward, he didn't reply, but instead pulled her to sit down at the coffee table, pushed the things on the table aside, and then opened the box she had brought.
Even the packaging is the same, except one is swept aside and the other is being patiently opened.
"Let me see what you brought me..." The last two words were abruptly cut off.
Upon opening the lid, the aroma of stewing soup immediately filled the entire office. Fu Siming looked at the food in the exquisitely packaged box in front of him and glanced meaningfully at the woman beside him.
Song Xingyao was somewhat puzzled by his gaze.
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