When the older kids came back, they didn't say much. They were very guilty and didn't mention anything about what happened by the river.
Fu Yao was filled with fear and unease; could she be dead?
On the evening of the third day, Song Xingyao returned, wearing an unfamiliar little jacket. It was of exceptionally high quality, smooth to the touch, unlike the rough fabric of her school uniform.
The children breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Song Xingyao had returned. They were worried that Song Xingyao would tell the dean, so they kept quiet for a long time and did not dare to bully others recklessly.
Since returning, Song Xingyao has been somewhat absent-minded and often runs away. One day, Fu Yao couldn't help but follow her and discovered that Song Xingyao had gone to a somewhat dilapidated wooden house.
She called out to Song Xingyao, "Yaoyao, what are you doing?"
Hearing someone call his name, he turned around and saw Fu Yao.
Yesterday afternoon, when Song Xingyao went to the river, she happened to see the older children catching a fish. So she assumed that Xiao Yao had caught the fish, but the older children had discovered it and snatched it away. She didn't think that Xiao Yao had lied to her.
After all, that group of people often snatched things from others at the orphanage, even taking away the lunch boxes that were handed out to them.
Song Xingyao didn't tell Xiaoyao about being bullied by the river. She always thought of Xiaoyao as her younger sister, and she knew that Xiaoyao would be terrified if they had held her head underwater like that.
She had no idea that the well-behaved girl in front of her was the one who had caused her to be bullied.
So he told Xiao Yao everything about how he was rescued and how he spent the night in the hut.
She also felt lucky to have such a good friend to share things with in the orphanage.
Fu Yao remembered what Song Xingyao had told her that day, "He said he would come back to find me!" His eyes sparkled, like stars at dawn, deep and full of hope.
Fu Yao was displeased. On one hand, she thought he was stupid for listening to a stranger's words; on the other hand, she wondered why he was so lucky. Jealousy filled her small body.
Song Xingyao persisted in going there every day, believing that she could wait for him, for the little boy who saved her, but each day she was disappointed.
After a long time, a man came to the courtyard to adopt a child. He had a noble air about him, wearing a neatly pressed suit. The understated yet luxurious decorations and the gifts that the group of people behind him carried all indicated his extraordinary status.
Fu Yao pretended to chase after him and fell in front of him. The man didn't mind the dirt on her body, but wiped her face with a handkerchief and kindly helped her up.
The handkerchief pressed against her face was soft and smelled pleasant, like lying on the new cotton quilt that the headmistress had bought—gentle and warm. She thought to herself, she must get this uncle to take her home.
So for the entire afternoon, she pretended to be well-behaved and sensible. When the dean and he were talking in the office, she pretended to cling to him, hoping to take the opportunity to show off in front of him.
All the children in the orphanage wanted this opportunity, but Song Xingyao didn't. She thought: if she were adopted, the little brother would never be able to find her again.
So while the children in the orphanage were all trying their best to win affection, she ran away to the cabin and hid.
Later, the man casually asked the dean if the girl's name was Xiaoyao. He thought, this must be fate. His daughter's nickname is Yaoyao. Looking at her age, they are about the same. Is this a gift from heaven to compensate him?
So Xiao Yao naturally became Fu Yao. After Song Xing Yao returned, she had no companions and did not see her little brother again.
Later, she was adopted by the Song family, and as time passed, Tianxin Orphanage disappeared.
After looking at what she had in her hand, she suddenly lost her strength and slumped into a chair. She grabbed a glass next to her and smashed it against the opposite wall, breaking a chip in the relief mural and staining it with a bright red wine stain.
"How could it be her! Why her! Why did she have to marry Fu Siming in the end?"
She repeated the words to herself like a madwoman, then let out a sharp, piercing laugh, "Hahahaha...hahahaha."
"Hahaha, I never expected that Fu Siming would be looking for you, Song Xingyao."
"He fell in love with me first! He fell in love with me first! You're a complete fake, a total fake!!!"
Almost frantically, it turned out that the wooden house Fu Siming had mentioned before was to find Song Xingyao, but why her of all people?!
Her eyes were filled with surging hatred. Why should she be the one to go around being a substitute for others? It was bad enough that she was the daughter of the mentally ill mistress of the Fu family, but even the person Fu Siming loved wasn't her.
"Haha...ha..." She laughed as she tore at the note in her hand, as if that would make it seem like she had never seen it.
She tore sheets of white paper to shreds, which then fell from the sky. Her hand clutched Song Xingyao's photo tightly. She thought: Fu Siming must not know about this. Song Xingyao must disappear as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, her unfocused eyes regained their sparkle.
Barefoot on the carpet, she refilled her glass with wine, letting the taste of blood seeping from the bite she had just made slide down her throat. The pungent alcohol didn't seem to sting her at all; instead, it pleased her.
She recalled that at noon in Tiansheng's office, she had offered Fu Siming some pastries, but he had simply dodged them. His undisguised annoyance and rejection only fueled her hatred.
Before Song Xingyao appeared, she and Fu Siming were doing well. Even after she went abroad, he was still looking for her, wasn't he?
It's all Song Xingyao's fault. She interfered. Otherwise, how could Fu Siming have changed his mind? As long as she disappears and we rekindle our past affection, she will still be the one by Fu Siming's side.
Thinking of this, she finally calmed down a lot, and then she received an unexpected message on her phone.
Haiyan.
Song Xingyao was gently placed on the bed by Fu Siming. Her face and body were still flushed, and she looked at the man in front of her with a wronged expression.
Perhaps his masculine dignity was being questioned, or perhaps the nourishing soup he had eaten at noon only took effect in the evening, Fu Siming demonstrated to the woman in front of him whether he was capable or not.
The teasing whispers in her ear, carried by the steam, filled the entire bathroom with an ambiguous atmosphere that lingered even now. The cold walls and the hot male body trapped her, leaving her nowhere to escape.
The heat of passion made her tremble slightly. The two lingered in the bathroom for a long time until Song Xingyao cried and begged for mercy before the man was willing to let her go.
Her hands were still trembling from the exertion, but the man in front of her looked refreshed.
In contrast, she could only stubbornly stare at the man in front of her in protest. The sparkling light in her eyes and the alluring powder on her face made her look like a plump fruit with water droplets hanging in an orchard after the rain, tempting one to pick it.
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