Song Xingyao usually has a very gentle and calm demeanor, making her seem like a soft persimmon that's easy to manipulate.
But in reality, Song Xingyao knew what was going on. Most of the time, she was too lazy to argue, but when things got to the point where she couldn't stand it anymore, she naturally had her own temper.
Song Xingyao: "Ms. Fu, we're not that close. I know you're Fu Siming's ex-girlfriend, everyone in Jiangcheng knows that, but now I'm his wife, and everyone in Jiangcheng knows that, including you. Since you know that some things will offend people, you still do them, so there's no need for you to pretend to apologize."
After saying this, her expression remained calm, but her eyes revealed a sense of distance and indifference.
Fu Yao was furious inside, but her face still showed a wronged expression. Her eyes secretly reddened, making her look pitiful. Any man who saw her would feel sorry for her.
The woman in front of him remained unmoved.
The two walked out of the studio together. Fu Siming had been waiting at the door for a while. When he saw her come out, he stepped forward and put the coat he was holding on her, showing their affection as if no one else was around.
Until Fu Yao called out, "Si Ming..."
Fu Siming then noticed her. In early winter, it gets dark early, and even the evening breeze feels like it can scratch your skin.
Fu Siming nodded to Fu Yao, then led Song Xingyao to the passenger seat and drove away.
Fu Yao watched the car disappear around the corner before her expression changed completely, her teeth clenched as if she wanted to devour someone alive.
Song Ping stood shivering in the shade of the tree. He had been waiting all afternoon, but unexpectedly, he saw Fu Siming. He remembered that An Suqin had told him not to provoke Fu Siming, so his plans for the afternoon had failed again. After the person left, he stomped his foot in anger.
Fu Yao was startled to see someone and shouted, "Who's there?"
No one responded, so she mustered her courage and went over. She saw a man dressed in sloppy clothes, with an oily face and a stubble beard. His face was filled with anger, and his lewd and cunning expression made Fu Yao unconsciously take a half step back, almost letting out a cry.
Seeing that she had come out with Song Xingyao, Song Ping figured that even though he hadn't managed to get Song Xingyao to hand over the money, it was good that she had embarrassed herself in front of her colleagues. Maybe that way, the brat would give her the money on her own initiative.
"I am Song Xingyao's father!" The man shouted as he saw her take a step back, worried that she was about to leave.
“Let me tell you, now that she’s made money, she doesn’t care about our lives anymore. What an unfilial daughter! She married the president of Tiansheng and left us to live a miserable life.”
As he spoke, he actually seemed on the verge of tears. Fu Yao sized up the man in front of her, considering how much truth there was in his words, and then a scheming thought flashed through her mind.
Song Ping continued to accuse Song Xingyao of her "bad" behavior, saying, "She even blocked me, and I can't find her anywhere. She wants to sever ties with us. We adopted her from the orphanage, but we never expected her to be such an ingrate!"
As if she had heard something interesting, she asked with some doubt, "An orphanage?"
Seeing that she was finally interested in what he was saying, Song Ping felt he could humiliate Song Xingyao right away, and raised his voice.
Fu Yao was worried that Wu Xian would come out of the room and see them, so she said to the man in front of her, "This is not the place to talk. I'll find somewhere else for a while."
When Song Ping heard that the woman in front of him was interested in his topic, his eyes lit up. It seemed that this brat had no friends anywhere and had even offended her colleagues. With her help, he believed that the money would be in his hands soon.
Less than ten minutes later, Fu Yao came in with her bag and took the filthy Song Ping to the private club where she had met Gu Mai last time.
This club offers a high degree of privacy and operates on a buy-out basis; as long as you keep paying, you can renew your stay. She has been reserving two meeting rooms here for years, one of which is a regular meeting room.
The other room was more private, and only she herself could go up there. The last time Gu Mai met her, it was here that she entertained him.
Song Ping was led through a winding path to the room door. The gold-plated key and lock fit together and silently opened the door.
Song Ping was stunned by the extravagant scene before him. Fu Yao politely invited him to sit on the sofa and thoughtfully had someone bring him some snacks to fill his stomach.
He had been thinking about finding Song Xingyao all day, following her all the way. He even spent the afternoon in that shabby forest. He was so hungry that he just grabbed a piece of cake with his hand and threw it into his mouth.
His yellowed fingernails were stained with pale yellow cream, which looked disgusting. He wolfed down his food as if he hadn't eaten anything good in eight lifetimes.
But he really hadn't eaten properly. Ever since he started owing money to loan sharks, he didn't dare stay outside for long, for fear of being caught.
Ironically, the small shop they opened a few years ago barely managed to stay afloat, except for hiring a chef themselves and occasionally asking Song Xingyao for help.
An Suqin, that woman, couldn't cook at all. Later, when Song Xingyao went to university, she didn't come home during her holidays. The two of them argued constantly, and neither of them wanted to do any work. Naturally, the small shop soon went out of business.
At first, Song Ping did make some money through gambling, but after Song Xingyao left home, his luck in gambling got worse and worse, and he lost all the money he had earned, and the losses kept increasing.
When Song Ping occasionally drank, he would blame Song Xingyao for these things, calling her a jinx who had taken away all his gambling luck.
Seeing that he had almost finished eating, Fu Yao pretended to be quite serious, completely hiding the disdain in her eyes, and asked, "Is that enough? If not, I'll have someone bring some more in."
Having eaten his fill, he contentedly wiped his lips with his hand and then casually rubbed them on his clothes. Fu Yao subtly distanced herself from him before returning to the unfinished topic.
"You just said that Song Xingyao came from an orphanage?"
"Yes! That brat was adopted from an orphanage. A fortune teller in the countryside told me that I should adopt a child to change my luck. We went, but who knew we would end up raising her and living this kind of life now."
After saying that, he sighed as if he regretted it.
Which orphanage?
"It's the Tianxin Orphanage on the outskirts of the city!"
Before Fu Yao could speak, he continued.
"The wild children in this orphanage are so ignorant. They don't know anything about filial piety or gratitude. They're just a bunch of bastards. No wonder nobody wants them. Song Xingyao is lucky to have a pretty face. Otherwise, I wouldn't have adopted her!"
He kept calling her a wild child and a bastard, oblivious to the growing coldness in Fu Yao's expression. She continued her incessant rant and rave.
He thought that someone like Fu Yao, who was high and mighty, must look down on these bastards. He never imagined that the glamorous Fu Yao was one of the bastards he was talking about.
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