Bang!
"Whether you can raise the money today or not, if you can't, I'll sell your whole family to fill this hole for you."
The man, with his greasy belly protruding, crossed his legs and stared at Song Ping kneeling on the ground in front of him.
Song Ping: "Didn't I already send that woman over?"
Bang! Another blow to the coffee table. "You have the nerve to say that? That woman was taken away that very night, and I almost got into trouble with the wrong people."
"If you can't pay back the money, sell me your other daughter too," the man said, his lewd gaze shifting to the two women blocking the corner.
"No, no, I beg you, let my daughter go. Give me three days, I promise I'll get the money for you."
Song Ping rubbed his hands together in front of his chest, one eye was already beaten so badly he couldn't open it, making him look somewhat comical.
The man with the big belly thought for a moment, then spat, "If you can't come up with this 500,000 in three days, I'll have someone gang rape your daughter in the store."
"Walk."
The large group of people left, and Song Ping was covered in a cold sweat. Song Qiao crawled to him crying.
"Dad, please think of something. I don't want to be sold."
An Suqin was also crying and wailing, which annoyed Song Ping. "Stop arguing!"
I just heard from the debt collector that Song Xingyao, that brat, was taken away by someone who's not to be trifled with. It seems someone bought her and is keeping her. As long as we can find her and extort money from her, it shouldn't be a problem.
Haiyan.
"Lu Fan will be coming over tomorrow afternoon, and we'll have dinner at the old house in the evening," Fu Siming said.
"Okay." Song Xingyao was never one to say much.
"I want to..." Before she could finish speaking, their eyes met, and Song Xingyao didn't know whether she should say it or not.
But she couldn't help herself, "I want a computer and some books..."
Fu Siming scoffed, "Didn't I already give you the card? And you think the driver deserves it? Don't you know how to use it? Or does Aunt Qi lock you in the house when she goes out?"
Having received the instruction, Song Xingyao wasn't bothered by his sarcastic tone; instead, she smiled back and said, "Thank you."
After staring at Song Xingyao's shallow dimples for a while, he coughed lightly, "Eat quickly."
After dinner, Fu Siming didn't rush back to his room. Instead, he took Song Xingyao to the rooftop, where there was a telescope that looked quite valuable.
Fu Siming sat down in front of her, searched for a long time, and then beckoned her, "Come here."
Only after Song Xingyao's eyes were through the binoculars did the person next to her begin to speak slowly.
Fu Siming talked to her for a long time about the Big Dipper and constellations.
But Song Xingyao's abstract thinking ability is really poor. After listening to him finish this, she still couldn't recreate the appearance of the Big Dipper.
But she was still drawn to the stars in the sky. When she was in the orphanage, Xiaobai told her that adults always said that her grandparents had gone to a very far place, which was in the sky. He said that after they left, they would become stars in the sky and watch over them as they lived well.
She was so engrossed in it that she seemed to see her family as the brightest star in the sky. Soon, she could no longer see any of them, and it was only through her tear-blurred vision that she came to her senses.
Song Xingyao lowered her eyes. How embarrassing, she could shed tears while looking at the stars.
Fu Siming looked at her, never expecting that she would be in tears again after just looking at the stars.
He gently wiped it away with his thumb, but the warm touch stung him. His reddened eyes and nose, and the expression of him trying to hold back tears on his fair face, something flashed through his mind.
But he moved faster, leaning in to kiss Song Xingyao's lips, his mouth still salty from the tears that had just soaked in them.
With a little effort, the woman shifted her position and hung around Fu Siming's waist, her hands unconsciously wrapping around his neck.
...
When she got up again, the bedside was empty. Song Xingyao felt that she had never slept so soundly before in the Song family. But next to this husband she had married in a flash, she slept much better than before.
But it's good, at least it saves me from having to think about how to deal with the embarrassment afterward when I wake up in the morning.
Thinking of last night, Song Xingyao buried her head under the covers again. The ambiguous atmosphere hadn't dissipated yet, and blush crept onto her face once more.
"Young Madam, the young master instructed me to stew some soup and he wants to invite you to drink it." Qi Ma's voice suddenly rang out.
"Ah... okay, I'll be right down." Song Xingyao didn't dare call Qi Ma in; the mess in the room hadn't been cleaned up yet, and she was really embarrassed.
After tidying herself up and the battlefield, Aunt Qi had already let the soup cool for a while. As she drank it, she relayed Fu Siming's words.
"Young Master said that Mr. Lu will arrive at 3 p.m., and that he will ask you to go to the company to see him once he is ready."
"Okay. Aunt Qi, this soup tastes really good, is there any more?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm glad you like it! I knew the young master was worried about you and asked me to make some nourishing soup because you look too thin."
Song Xingyao heard the words sound somewhat ambiguous, so she lowered her head and focused on drinking her soup, remaining silent. Qi Ma, however, didn't think too much about it and continued talking to herself.
“Young girl, you can’t always think about losing weight. Health is the most important thing. Look at your bones. When your wife wants to put a bracelet on you, you’ll be so skinny that you’ll have no flesh on your bones. You’ll be at a disadvantage.”
Lu Fan arrived earlier than expected in the afternoon, with a grand entourage as if he were serving a female celebrity on an advertising shoot, after all, he did bring a photographer carrying "long lenses".
This was the condition that Lu Fan and Fu Siming exchanged.
Lu Fan's studio has always taken on private styling jobs, but the schedule is really hard to book. So he takes advantage of these opportunities to discuss doing some photoshoots with them and then post them on his social media. This not only increases the reputation of his studio but also highlights their status.
In addition, Lu Fan is a person of good judgment and has a sense of boundaries when filming, so most people are willing to accept it.
So when Lu Fan heard that Song Xingyao was the model again, he couldn't miss the opportunity. He pestered Fu Siming for a long time, and although he initially disagreed, he eventually agreed.
In the past, he wouldn't have dared to even think about invading Fu Siming's territory. Perhaps he's changed his personality after getting married.
When she came out of the dressing room, Qi's mother was stunned.
Song Xingyao wore a dark blue cheongsam with bamboo patterns embroidered on the diagonal placket. The silk was tailored to fit her perfectly, outlining her graceful figure. The delicate beaded earrings swayed back and forth with her steps, making her look very dignified and beautiful.
Lu Fan stared at his masterpiece without blinking, quite satisfied, and casually took out his phone to send a picture to Fu Siming.
When Fu Siming received the picture, he was still in a meeting. Everyone watched as the president's phone rang, wondering whether to continue speaking or wait for him to finish reading it.
When Fu Siming saw the picture, he was immediately attracted by the woman's dignified and elegant appearance.
After Manager Lin finished speaking, he waited for a long time but Fu Siming still didn't say anything, and he was sweating profusely.
Fu Siming raised his hand, saying he would rest for a while and continue later.
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