She was also surprised by what she saw. They hadn't ordered any soup like this at the table. At most, they had just ordered a sweet soup. How did it turn into a bowl of soup?
But it must be said that the soup is rich in flavor but not greasy, with a delicate fragrance from mushrooms and herbs that Song Xingyao was unaware of.
"Um... I don't know if you've eaten yet, it's lunchtime..." Song Xingyao's voice grew softer and softer until it finally disappeared.
Turning her head, she met the man's meaningful gaze and spoke.
"What's wrong, Mrs. Fu? Are you implying something? It's all my fault for being too busy lately... Actually, I don't need any supplements at all. You're pregnant, and you're still giving me so much nourishment. You're too good at this..."
He suppressed a wicked smile and deliberately didn't say the last few words, which only made the atmosphere more ambiguous.
Upon hearing his words, Song Xingyao stared intently at the man in front of her with her round eyes, and then a blush quickly spread across her face.
Then, she frantically tried to cover his mouth, "You...you...what are you saying? I didn't!"
But before she could touch his face, Song Xingyao's hand was grabbed by Fu Siming, who then pressed her down onto the sofa. "Then why did you send me such highly nutritious things? Cistanche deserticola? Goji berries? Hmm?"
"It seems I need to do something to clear up your misunderstanding..." As he spoke, he gently stroked her waist with his other hand. When Song Xingyao was touched by his fingers, the warmth of her blush was transmitted to his fingertips through her clothes.
Her body trembled slightly as she felt the man's fingertips nimbly swirling through her clothes. Her hands were pinned above her head, and she could only watch as the man's Adam's apple bobbed and his face grew larger with passion.
He only released his grip when he saw the woman beneath him with her tense body and her face flushed red, unable to look him in the eye.
"Although I really want to prove it to you, the way you are now, I'll be the one who suffers in the end. These past few months have been really tough. I need to find a time to arrange for a nutritionist to come back and help you get some nutrition, just to be on the safe side..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Xingyao cursed Qiao Yiming in her heart. He had made her look so embarrassed by giving her a gift.
Although the man in front of him said that, he still finished all the nourishing soup that Song Xingyao brought before saying to the woman on the sofa, "There is a rest room inside. You can sleep first. I will call you when Lao Xu arrives."
Having just been "harassed" like that, Song Xingyao was in no condition to fall asleep, but Fu Siming pressed her down onto the bed. After a while, enveloped by the familiar scent, she slowly closed her eyes...
Even though it was just a short lunch break, Song Xingyao had a dream.
Song Xingyao dreamed that she and Fu Siming returned to that night in the wooden house. When the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms, keeping each other warm, even though Fu Siming was already grown up, his embrace was just as warm as the embrace of the ten-year-old boy in the wooden house, which was captivating.
Such a beautiful scene was interrupted in an instant by a woman wearing a mask.
She tore off her mask, pulled the two apart, revealing a bloodied face that was extremely horrifying. She screamed, and then, in front of Fu Siming, forcefully grabbed her long hair and said: You are the imposter!
Finally, watching Fu Siming's indifferent back and that blood-stained white robe slowly disappear from her sight, she was left alone in that small, enclosed, extremely cold space.
"Wake up! Song Xingyao! Wake up!"
She opened her eyes abruptly, gasping for breath; the pillow was stained with a thin layer of sweat from her forehead.
Fu Siming sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her with a worried expression.
"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Song Xingyao reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair. How could she have such an absurd dream? Still shaken, only the warmth of the man's hand could slightly dispel the chill she had experienced in the dream.
"It's nothing... I just had a dream."
He wanted to press her further, but not wanting her to dwell on it, he naturally changed the subject, "Would you like to take the afternoon off to rest?"
"No need, I'm fine. It's about to open, and I'm pretty much done with things. I don't need to go to the exhibition hall this afternoon." With the opening imminent, Song Xingyao, though startled by the nightmare, still refused his suggestion.
He reached out and smoothed the strands of hair that were clinging to her forehead. Knowing that she would definitely insist on going, he didn't insist anymore. "I'll pick you up after get off work."
"good."
Song Xingyao left the office at the time when it was already afternoon and time for work to resume.
People in the office area saw that Song Xingyao had just come out of the president's office and still looked tired. They all looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze, and it was hard to say whether she was innocent or not.
But the person in the center of attention was completely oblivious, lost in thought about the dream they had just had.
Given their current situation, Song Xingyao could actually bring up the matter of their childhood encounter directly with Fu Siming.
However, the many twists and turns in their meeting and relationship made Song Xingyao firmly believe that he definitely did not remember her, and that she was the only one who needed redemption.
How could someone like him, born at the top of the pyramid, be moved by unfamiliar warmth? Otherwise, why did he never come back to find her after she waited for so long?
Anyway, their current relationship has long since resolved the obstacles from their first encounter, and besides, it's always been him, isn't that enough?
The car stopped in front of the studio. Song Xingyao stood there for a while to compose herself before going inside, completely unaware that behind the tree, Song Ping was staring at her with a gleam in his eyes.
Song Ping hid behind a tree trunk like a rat in a sewer. His desperate attempts to hide made him appear even more sleazy and despicable. Compared to their last meeting in Tiansheng, his greedy gaze was even more undisguised this time.
Ever since he took the money last time, Song Ping regretted not asking for more. After paying off his gambling debts, he became even more reckless and incurred huge debts. As a result, his family sold their house and vacant shops and went into hiding, unable to see the light of day.
The family was in constant turmoil, their only activity being that every time the creditors found them, they would grab their bags and rush to find a new place to move.
The debt collectors even went to Song Qiao's school to cause trouble. Song Qiao felt extremely ashamed and applied to withdraw from school. She was slapped by An Suqin and disappeared.
In a short period of time, the Song family, which could barely hold on by its original framework, has fallen into such a state of decline.
An Suqin suggested to Song Ping that he go to Song Xingyao to ask for money. She had met Fu Siming before, and although she eventually got the money from him, just by looking at him, she knew that this man was not someone they could easily manipulate. She didn't want to court death.
Unexpectedly, after the last phone call ended, Song Xingyao blocked her directly, making it impossible to contact her, and her plan to get the money back fell through.
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