As soon as the car stopped at the entrance of Yun Jing, a doorman came out to greet them. When the two walked hand in hand into the banquet hall, many eyes turned to them.
Just as Song Xingyao said, everyone in Jiangcheng now knows how complicated the relationship is between Fu Yao, Song Xingyao, and Fu Siming. Song Xingyao and Fu Siming held hands as they attended the birthday banquet of Fu Siming's ex-girlfriend's grandfather.
It's really hard not to keep an eye on things and wonder what might happen today.
Fu Quan arranged the birthday banquet in a very respectable manner. The guests were all big names in the political, business and cultural circles, but most of them were old friends of Mr. Wu.
Before retiring from writing, Mr. Wu was a sociable person who got along well with others. However, fate is unpredictable, and his life was too turbulent. It was already difficult for him to maintain his composure in the face of all kinds of changes.
People used to lament the loss of calligraphy traditions that could have been passed down through generations, but now that he is willing to return, many people present are overjoyed.
The couple walked through the crowd and went straight to Mr. Wu, presenting their congratulatory gift and exchanging a few words of greeting.
Everyone in the industry knows that Master Wu has taken on a disciple named Song Xingyao. Apart from those invited to the opening banquet last time, everyone was quite impressed by her beauty. She was so beautiful and elegant, with a serene demeanor, delicate yet not gaudy, which was indeed very different from the temperament of young women in the world.
His eyes revealed a calm and gentle quality beyond his years, making people want to get close to him.
Everyone praised Elder Wu and Fu Siming for their good taste, and Song Xingyao generously thanked them one by one in response to the praise.
Even Fu Siming couldn't escape social obligations at such an event, so Song Xingyao wandered around the venue alone. She sighed, "It's really hard to get used to crowded environments."
Ignoring Fu Siming's advice not to go too far, she walked alone to the terrace at the end of the corridor. The early winter breeze slowly took away the warmth she had brought from indoors. She propped herself up with her hands and stared blankly at the crescent moon hanging in the distance.
Feeling a bit chilly, I prepared to go back.
Turning around, she saw a middle-aged man in a suit staring intently at her. Feeling uncomfortable under the gaze of a stranger, Song Xingyao nodded and prepared to leave.
For a moment, Fu Quan was in a daze, seeing Song Xingyao's hair piled up in a bun, her clear eyes, as if meeting an old friend, and he suppressed the shock in his heart.
She looks so much like her, exactly like she did back then.
Realizing his behavior was somewhat offensive, he politely bowed and said, "I'm sorry, I was very offended. When I saw you just now, you looked so much like my wife when she was young."
Even as he spoke those words, Fu Quan kept looking at her face, unable to look away from the charm between her brows, and then a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.
Song Xingyao sensitively noticed the disappointment in his expression, said "It's okay," and prepared to leave, but then heard him speak politely.
"You must be Xingyao. I am Mr. Wu Xian's son-in-law. My name is Fu Quan." He extended his hand.
She never expected to meet Teacher Wu's son-in-law here. She had heard Fu Siming mention him before. Fu Quan was a loyal and filial man who had taken care of his sick wife for ten years without fail and treated Teacher Wu like his own parents.
She reached out and shook hands with him, then stopped rushing to leave.
For some reason, the two felt an unusual closeness when they talked, with no sense of distance or boundaries. Despite the large age gap, they still had a very pleasant conversation.
Song Xingyao was well-spoken and perceptive. She could tell from Fu Quan’s words that he was sad and regretful, but she was able to comfort him in a subtle way.
Fu Quan was very sensible and knew that the two of them shouldn't spend too much time alone together, so he prepared to leave.
He left his contact information and thanked her, "Thank you, Xingyao. I don't know if anyone has told you, but you always have a kind of inexplicable approachability that makes people want to get close to you. It was a pleasure chatting with you. If you ever encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to Uncle Fu for help."
After saying that, he prepared to go back to the hall to entertain the guests. Just as Fu Yao came down the stairs and was about to speak with Fu Quan, Wu Mu arrived.
But then he saw Fu Quan and Song Xingyao chatting happily. Fu Quan rarely talked to him so kindly, but he was doing this to a stranger. At this moment, they seemed more like father and daughter.
The more ruthless she became, the more she realized that Song Xingyao had taken Fu Siming away and was now coveting her father. But she never considered that Song Xingyao was the one who treated her like an outsider and was unwilling to get close to the Fu family.
With that in mind, her intense desire for revenge grew even stronger. She went to Wu Mu's lounge, dismissed the servants, and went inside alone.
The woman by the window was gazing intently at the moon. She was well taken care of, and because she hadn't been out for a long time, her fair and translucent skin was as bright as the moon. She had a slender figure, and her hair was fluttering in the breeze. A scar was visible on her sleeve as she lifted it, which looked even more grotesque against her fair skin.
Aside from her slightly dim and melancholic eyes that give her a sense of aloofness, she is in no way different from any other beautiful woman in an ordinary household, which shows the care and attention she received.
She squatted down in front of Wu Mu, who was lost in thought, and said something to her.
Wu Mu's empty eyes suddenly brightened, and he asked, "Do you really know where she is?" Then he walked out of the room with her.
She knew that Wu Mu's unresolved issue was still the lost child. She overheard the doctor and Fu Quan's conversation and knew that Wu Mu's condition had deteriorated to the point where he was starting to hallucinate, which was why he attempted suicide last time.
The doctor suggested she be hospitalized for treatment several times, but Fu Quan hesitated again and again, still reluctant to let her go. So he found someone to watch over her all the time. Today was Wu Xian's birthday party, which he hadn't originally planned to have her attend, but she took the initiative to come.
Because her child went missing at home, she always stayed at home and was unwilling to leave. Before leaving today, Fu Quan was worried that there would be many people and some details that she might miss would upset her.
But thinking that her willingness to go out might be beneficial to her condition, they arranged for several of her personal servants to take her to the banquet.
Wu Mu's face lit up with a childlike expression of anticipation and joy at Fu Yao's words. Fu Yao whispered to her, "Your daughter is on the terrace," and then left her alone on the connecting corridor before departing.
Wu Mu excitedly headed towards the terrace, bumping into Song Xingyao who was leaving there. The sudden impact nearly knocked him to the ground, and his hand, which had been gripping the wall, stung with pain.
Because the woman in front of her bumped into her and then walked away as if no one was there, Song Xingyao looked back at the direction the woman ran in, but there was no one there except for the empty terrace.
She sensed something was wrong. She glanced at the woman a few more times and saw her pacing anxiously on the terrace before standing on the raised observation deck.
The railing only reached her abdomen; she could easily fall if she wasn't careful.
The woman paced anxiously up and down the small viewing platform, then collapsed to the ground, burying her face in her hands and weeping, muttering something unintelligible to herself.
Ignoring the pain in her hand, Song Xingyao turned and walked quickly in that direction.
Fu Yao stood at the corner at the end of the corridor, watching coldly.
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