Fu Siming dried her hair before lifting the covers and lying down.
Feeling the man's warm body like a heater, much warmer than the indoor heating, she naturally snuggled closer to him, and then a soft, calming scent emanated from him.
She remembered the faint sandalwood scent she had smelled on Fu Yao at noon, and the things Fu Yao had said that afternoon. She broke free from the man's embrace, turned around, and stared straight at him.
Fu Siming was a little confused by her stare before she finally spoke: "Sunday is Old Wu's birthday, and he asked me to bring you along."
But then the man's lips curled into a slight smile as he looked down at the woman waiting for his answer: "You know?"
"Huh?" Now it was Song Xingyao's turn to be confused. What kind of question is this? What do you know?
Fu Siming was referring to Fu Yao coming to the company to see him at noon.
She was indeed only inviting him to Mr. Wu's birthday banquet.
However, putting aside the relationship between the Fu and Fu families, it was possible that Old Wu would personally deliver the invitation to the Fu family, so why would she need to personally invite them?
Moreover, Song Xingyao is Wu Lao's apprentice. Even if he wasn't invited, he would definitely be invited. It wouldn't be surprising if he went as Wu Lao's companion.
Ever since their open and honest conversation, Fu Siming has been waiting for Song Xingyao to change her previously repressed personality.
But after waiting for a long time at noon, she still didn't ask me directly. Instead, I couldn't hold it in anymore, not wanting her to misunderstand me.
While Song Xingyao was still in a daze, she heard the man in front of her speak again: "I have already instructed the front desk that Fu Yao will need to make an appointment to come up to see me again."
After saying that, he pressed his lips to her brow. His hot lips, like the man in front of him, always stirred a burning sensation in her heart.
She was still stunned, but the turmoil in her heart, though well concealed, seemed about to spill out through her eyes unintentionally. A feeling of happiness that threatened to engulf her surged into her mind like a raging wave.
She hugged the man tightly around the waist, buried her head in his warm and broad embrace, and suppressed the soreness in her nose before finally uttering a muffled sentence: "I didn't doubt you."
"Sigh... Okay, you don't doubt me. It was me who insisted on explaining to you, Song Xingyao. Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to ask this question?"
Without waiting for a reply, she murmured to herself, "That's fine. I'll tell you when I need to."
This sigh was probably something Fu Siming himself didn't understand. He was so infatuated with the woman in front of him, worried that she would misunderstand, and hoped that she would be jealous and clingy, but she just wouldn't.
He seriously doubted whether he was possessed or if he owed her something in his past life. Thinking of this, he pulled the woman even tighter into his arms.
On Sunday morning, when Lu Fan arrived looking exhausted, Song Xingyao was having breakfast.
As soon as Qi's mother opened the door, she heard his complaints: "Ah Ming, you're off for the weekend, but I stayed at a nightclub with the artists last night. Please, I'm not your wife's personal makeup artist."
After saying this, he saw Song Xingyao sitting at the table looking at him, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all.
He even leaned forward, grabbed a small steamed bun from the plate, and stuffed it into his mouth. Unlike his usual refined and charming demeanor, the dark circles under his eyes were clearly visible, and he looked utterly exhausted.
After finishing the meal, she couldn't help but complain to Song Xingyao: "Your husband is a capitalist. I told him to have Su Li do your makeup, but he insisted that he didn't want strangers in the house."
His eyes were practically rolling to the sky. Fu Siming was on the stairs watching Lu Fan whisper in Song Xingyao's ear.
He coughed lightly. "Why are you talking so much?"
Upon hearing the sound, the two of them turned around simultaneously and saw him standing on the steps in comfortable home clothes.
Lu Fan chuckled awkwardly, feigning surrender, "Fine."
"It's Mr. Wu's birthday today, so keep it simple."
Hearing this, he couldn't help but shout, "Simple, you still want me to come? I said Su Li is a senior sister I poached from our professor, that's enough, don't go too far, making me make a special trip."
"Alright, stop complaining. We'll have someone come to Tiansheng tomorrow to sign the contract for the floor upstairs."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person in front of him shook off his tiredness, straightened his back, and stopped his unfinished complaints.
"I'll definitely make your darling baby look absolutely gorgeous, outshining everyone else and unmatched by anyone."
Then he put the last bite of his hand into his mouth and clapped his hands.
Then he extended an invitation to Song Xingyao: "Let's go, Princess, since your husband is a powerful capitalist."
Song Xingyao chuckled, but still placed her hand in his palm and they went to the dressing room together.
About half an hour later, she was brought out again. Her makeup was fresh and simple, so natural that it looked as if she hadn't applied any makeup, but she looked different from usual.
He looked at the door frame, satisfied with his work, and then nodded at Fu Siming with his chin, "No need to ask, I can tell from your expression that you are very satisfied."
Song Xingyao wore a light pink cheongsam, wrapped in a thin fur collar. The slit in the skirt swayed back and forth with her steps, occasionally revealing a patch of fair skin.
Fu Siming frowned. "It's too thin. Change it."
Lu Fan rolled his eyes at him, "Big brother, you guys never go outside... what's the point of all this..."
He stopped her from saying the last three words with a sharp look, and then reluctantly put on an extra-long, thin velvet robe for her again.
The flowing, lotus-white shawl made her already tall and slender figure appear even more elongated. The cheongsam and the shawl together added a touch of elegance, making her look neither overly formal nor overly dignified.
After tidying up, the three of them left Haiyan together. Fu Siming took her to a jade collection shop and picked up an exquisite square box.
Upon opening it, one finds a translucent, white jade pendant, with a lifelike jade Buddha carved inside.
The shiny Bodhi beads next to it and the woven gold thread rope design give the jade Buddha a more understated and dignified air.
“You don’t need to look at your husband with such admiration,” he said with considerable pride. “I have a good eye. My grandfather took a liking to this piece of jade years ago, so I bought it and had it made into a decorative piece and some beads. Old Wu and my grandfather get along well. They seem like enlightened old men who are very superstitious about these things.”
I didn't expect him to see through my reaction. Was it that obvious...?
Song Xingyao was indeed impressed. She only learned that Old Wu believed in these things by chance when she bumped into him having the habit of praying to Buddha and burning incense after waking up. She had never had so much contact with Old Wu, yet she knew so much about it.
She coughed lightly and changed the subject, "Mr. Fu, don't you believe in gods or Buddhas?"
"I don't believe in fate, I only believe in myself."
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