Song Ping glared fiercely at the woman in front of her. She felt that An Suqin was right. "That brat is an ingrate. She doesn't know how to repay kindness even though she has a good life."
While complaining, they never considered what kind of life Song Xingyao had lived in the Song family before.
Today he finally managed to catch someone at Tiansheng and followed the car all the way here.
He casually spat on the lawn, pondering how to get Song Xingyao to give him the money willingly.
The studio's decor clearly indicates it's not an ordinary home. This brat found such a good job; the pay must be high. If her colleagues knew about that scandal, Song Xingyao would definitely be eager to get rid of her and give him the money directly.
Just thinking about it makes him put on a lewd smile.
When Song Xingyao entered the office, she found that Qiao Yiming was already there. Judging from the time, Old Wu's lunch break was not over yet, so she was the only one there.
Meeting Qiao Yiming's smiling eyes, she knew that Qiao Yiming had done it on purpose at noon.
She leaned closer, "Hehe, how about it? I specially packed you a super nourishing soup!" Then I heard her boastful words, "You arrived later than me, so you've already been completely devoured, haven't you?"
Song Xingyao was speechless. She really wanted to tape her mouth shut. She reached out and pushed her head away. "Stop gossiping!"
Seeing her like this, Qiao Yiming felt smug, as if he had done a great deed. Song Xingyao could tell from her expression that she was overthinking things again, so she shook her head while holding her water glass.
When Mr. Wu opened the door, he saw the two joking around and smiled back.
He initially agreed to Old Man Qiao's request because he thought that Qiao's daughter was lively and cheerful, which would bring some life to the studio. Song Xingyao was not usually a talkative person, and after she came, the studio did become quite noisy.
When the two men saw Mr. Wu enter, they stood up and greeted him politely.
"You seem to be having a good chat?" He greeted her casually before getting to work. "The exhibition starts next Monday, lasts for three days, and then the auction is on Friday. Everything should be pretty much ready on-site."
"Don't worry! My senior sister and I just came out of there! We've already been checked." Qiao Yiming quickly said.
Then Old Wu spoke up, "Well, Xiu Jin said this afternoon he'll be taking the project manager from the Civil Affairs Department to inspect the site. Which of you two will go with him?"
Normally, when people come to the studio for social engagements, Qiao Yiming always keeps quiet and pretends to be dead. Her personality makes it really hard for her to deal with such boring and tedious official social engagements. But today, she took the initiative to say that she wanted to go, and even Old Wu was surprised by her energy today.
"Perfect timing, little Song, you should rest for a while. You still have a lot to do when the event starts," Old Wu agreed.
Although Qiao Yiming is straightforward, his manners and etiquette are innate qualities he acquired through upbringing. Besides, he was only checking the venue and there was nothing else going on.
Seeing this, Song Xingyao wanted to suggest that she join them, but the words stuck in her throat, and she nodded instead.
After finishing their business, Mr. Wu handed over two red invitations. Only after receiving them did the two realize that Sunday was Mr. Wu's 70th birthday!
Old Master Wu was unwilling to hold a grand celebration. His daughter, Wu Mu, was the only family he had left in the world. Fortunately, his son-in-law, Fu Quan, was an upright, filial, and loving man who treated him like his own father.
Fu Quan insisted that his 70th birthday shouldn't just pass by so casually, especially since it was the first year since the old man returned! So he started preparing for it early on and even advised the old man that Wu Mu wasn't in good condition right now, so it would be better to have a happy occasion to cheer him up.
The old man then did not refuse. Seeing Fu Quan's unwavering care and concern for Wu Mu over the past ten years, he was very satisfied with this son-in-law.
"Master! Happy birthday!" Qiao Yiming blurted out as soon as he opened the book! He didn't know where he learned this form of address from. "You don't look 70 at all. You look much more energetic than my grandfather. I think we should send him here to learn your health preservation methods."
"Hahahaha..." Old Wu burst into laughter at her words, "Say that in front of your grandfather next time!"
Song Xingyao also offered her blessings, and then she heard Old Wu say, "I'll give one to the two of you. You should also invite A-Ming, and Yi-Ming, if you have a partner, bring them to Grandpa to see too!"
Song Xingyao then realized that Fu Yao might have gone to talk to Fu Siming about this at noon. With a belly full of questions, she obediently agreed to Old Wu's request.
With nothing much to do in the afternoon, Song Xingyao practiced calligraphy in the attic by herself. After writing for a while, Qiao Yiming wanted to chat with Song Xingyao again.
Before long, Old Wu hurriedly called him over, saying that Bai Xiujin had called and said he needed to go over to see the scene right now, and asked Qiao Yiming to go over immediately.
Qiao Yiming had just agreed, but he was already grumbling and saying that this person was such a spoilsport.
The phone, which had been lying quietly to the side, suddenly lit up. [Qiao Yiming: Ugh, I ran into Fu Yao again. She's at the studio.]
Song Xingyao felt fine; she had no intention of going downstairs at all, so naturally she wouldn't run into her.
Knowing that Fu Siming would be arriving soon, she tidied up her desk and went downstairs to greet Old Wu, only to find that Fu Yao was still in the office.
It seems they were discussing the birthday banquet. Fu Quan had already entrusted the banquet to a professional company for planning, only occasionally reviewing some things himself. Fu Yao didn't spend much time with the old man and didn't have much of a relationship with him, but she took the initiative to offer to help Fu Quan with the banquet arrangements.
Fu Quan was both happy and surprised. Since Fu Yao went abroad, she had been in less and less contact with her family, and Wu Mu's condition was deteriorating. They would never have their own children in this life, and in the end, they would have to hand over the Fu family to Fu Yao.
Fu Yao offered to take responsibility, and he readily accepted. He thought that she was different this time when she returned to China. Those rebellious days when she ran away from home without a word must be over now, and she was much more composed.
After saying goodbye, Song Xingyao prepared to leave. The two had been talking for a long time, and Old Wu looked a little tired. Fu Yao offered to see her out.
Walking down the corridor, Fu Yao spoke softly, "I went to see Si Ming at noon to invite him to Grandpa's birthday party, don't misunderstand."
A hint of shyness and a sense of grievance, a fear of being misunderstood, were hidden in his eyes...
She didn't respond, and given Fu Yao's tactless remarks, she was even less inclined to engage.
She continued, talking to herself, "It's all because I was too anxious. If you were here with your grandfather, he would definitely invite you. If you had asked him, he would have come." Her tone was filled with undisguised disappointment.
Song Xingyao stopped and stopped moving forward, staring calmly at Fu Yao in front of her. She had a somewhat arrogant and haughty demeanor, and the sharpness she had never felt before made Fu Yao feel an undeniable majesty.
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