Chapter 59 That Afternoon at the Orphanage



Fu Yao suppressed her anger and asked him, her expression completely calm, "Then why did you come to see her today?"

Finally, the question got to the heart of the matter. Song Ping also came to his senses. None of what he had mentioned before was anything fatal. He had come today to ask for money.

His eyes gleamed slyly, and he deliberately lowered his voice as he said, "That brat has been a prostitute before!"

"What? What evidence do you have?"

Seeing that she didn't believe him, Song Ping became anxious. He quickly took out his phone and opened his photo album, which contained photos taken when he planned to drug Song Xingyao that day.

In the photo, two burly men carry Song Xingyao to the Royal Night Pavilion and throw her into the backstage area. Song Xingyao's face is still stained with an unnatural rosy hue as she is carelessly tossed to the ground.

The video was secretly filmed and posted by Song Ping of the Imperial Court at Night. In fact, there was nothing outrageous in the video that could show whether she was selling herself. It only showed that she was drunk and unconscious, and her clothes were slightly disheveled from being dragged around.

But Song Ping personally delivered the person there, so of course he knew what would happen if she were sold there. He deliberately concealed the fact that Song Xingyao had been rescued by Fu Siming, and then embellished the story in the video.

Fu Yao found things getting interesting. Suppressing her excitement, she said calmly, "You want to use this to threaten her?"

"Hehe, clever. If she sees this, she'll definitely give me the money obediently." His eyes were lewd and greedy, and he grinned as if he had already received the money.

"If you could put in a good word for me with her, she might contact me again." He boldly and directly asked Fu Yao, believing that Fu Yao would definitely help her.

After all, the fact that they dared to bring her here today and say so much must mean they hate Song Xingyao to the core.

At this moment, she spoke up, "I can't do that. She's Fu Siming's wife now. Offending her is the same as offending Fu Siming. I dare not."

The refusal was obvious, making Song Ping even more anxious and uneasy; such a rare ally had finally been found.

He naturally considered Fu Siming's situation, which is why he wanted to find someone to accompany him.

"but……"

Seeing that things were turning around, he immediately replied, "I'll agree to whatever you ask. I just want money. If you want to buy this, that's negotiable."

Fu Yao rolled her eyes. She wasn't that stupid. This document clearly didn't prove that Song Xingyao was a prostitute. It was useless to her. Only this idiot would treasure it.

But she still kindly offered him a suggestion, "I have an idea. She's doing a charity exhibition right now. If those philanthropists hear that Song Xingyao is the kind of ungrateful wretch you described, what do you think they'll think..."

She didn't continue speaking, but Song Ping had already grasped the gist of it.

Having been given a new perspective, Song Ping thanked him repeatedly, then became engrossed in his own little drama, already imagining how embarrassed Song Xingyao would be in that situation, and how she would obediently give him money to get rid of him.

He chuckled and walked out of the reception room. Fu Yao saw his infatuated expression and unsteady steps, and a smile appeared on her face as well.

After a long while, she looked at the spot where the man had been sitting with disdain and called for people to come in and clean and disinfect it inside and out.

Back at her residence, she had already received Song Xingyao's investigation materials. Looking at Song Xingyao's file photo of Tianxin Orphanage, she finally understood where this familiar feeling of disgust came from.

More than 20 years ago, Fu Yao and Song Xingyao both grew up in Tianxin Orphanage. In those days, there were many children in the orphanage. Many of them were not born without parents, but were sent there because they were abandoned.

Fu Yao was like that. When Fu Yao was four years old, her mother remarried. The man disliked her for having a child, so he told the mother and daughter that if she was to marry, she could only marry by herself and not bring her child along.

After hearing this, Fu Yao's mother worried that the rich guy she had finally managed to hook would run away, so she sent her to a relative's house and she ran off with that man. As a result, the relative did not want to raise a child whose father was unknown, so she sent her to Tianxin Orphanage.

When she arrived, the headmaster named her Xiaoyao because she was the youngest child there. It was there that she met Song Xingyao.

Song Xingyao grew up in an orphanage. Before Fu Yao arrived, Song Xingyao was always bullied by the older children. After Fu Yao arrived, the children shifted their target to bully Fu Yao.

Fu Yao was unwilling to accept it, feeling that it was all Song Xingyao's fault that she was bullied, and she harbored deep resentment.

Sometimes, even dinner would be secretly mixed with mud and sand, making it impossible to eat.

The dean was a 40-year-old middle-aged woman who had no children. She had to take care of so many children by herself and also had to go out to solicit sponsorships. She simply couldn't manage so many things.

Therefore, Fu Yao always silently endured the conflicts between the children. When Song Xingyao saw this, she would secretly give her hidden cookies and candies.

Fu Yao accepted her kindness day after day, but in her heart she thought that it was she who had caused her to be in this situation, so she should naturally ask for some benefits.

She made a pact with the adults that as long as they didn't bully her, she would find a way to steal some candy for them. At first, they agreed readily, but later they weren't satisfied with that and started bullying Song Xingyao as well.

As a result, the two of them became punching bags for the children to vent their anger on. Later, as Fu Yao grew up, she began to secretly team up with the older children to bully Song Xingyao, but on the surface she still pretended to be on good terms with her.

Fu Yao chatted with Song Xingyao every night. Even such a young child knew that only when someone felt like they had a companion and weren't alone would they not fight back.

So in public, the two of them were good friends, but behind the scenes, she joined the older kids in making up stories and bullying Song Xingyao.

Until that day, a group of older children said they were going to go swimming and fishing in the river, but after fishing for a long time, they caught nothing. They were extremely bored and wanted to find someone to play with them.

So when they found Fu Yao, they scared her a bit, and Fu Yao immediately agreed to help them trick Song Xingyao into coming over to play with them.

She stumbled and fell as she ran back, excitedly telling Song Xingyao, "I caught a lot of small fish by the river! We can catch them and roast them to eat! That way we won't go hungry tonight!"

Although Song Xingyao felt that what she said was not a good idea, seeing how excited she was, with her hands and feet covered in dust, she did not spoil her mood.

She was about to go with him when Fu Yao hesitated and said that her clothes were all wet and the headmistress would scold her. She said she would change her clothes and then go find her. She told Song Xingyao to go and look at the fish she had caught first, pointed out a specific location to her, and then ran upstairs in a flash.

Song Xingyao believed it to be true and went there alone.

But Fu Yao changed her clothes and never went over again. Song Xingyao didn't come back that day either. That night, Fu Yao was very scared and also felt a little regretful. She was worried that something had happened to Song Xingyao and that someone would suspect that she was the one who did it.

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