After Fu Siming and Fu Quan comforted their wives, Fu Quan shook Song Xingyao's hands as they parted. "Thank you... If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't know Mu'er. Thank you. If you ever need anything in the future, just come to me."
After thanking her sincerely, Wu Mu was puzzled as to why Song Xingyao wasn't going home with him. Fu Quan could only coax her, "Yaoyao is already married. She has to go back to her own home and will come to see you again in a while."
Hearing this, despite her reluctance, she didn't say anything. She looked at Fu Siming, then nodded and said to Song Xingyao, "Bring him home when you have time."
Surprisingly, Fu Siming was willing to cooperate. He took Song Xingyao's hand and returned her invitation before getting into the car and leaving. Wu Mu stood there watching for a long time until the car completely disappeared from sight.
When Lao Xu parked his car in Haiyan, Haiyan was much more lively than usual. For example, Qiao Yiming and his sister, who had just been at the banquet, and Jiang Man and her husband, who should have been at the old house, had arrived in Haiyan before them.
As the saying goes, bad news travels fast. Such a big incident at the old man's birthday banquet quickly spread to every corner of the circle, including the Fu family's old residence.
Upon hearing that her daughter-in-law had almost been dragged off a building, Jiang Man quickly broke down the study door and dragged her husband straight to Haiyan.
Seeing that Song Xingyao came down, apart from the lingering fear on her face, she was alright, and he finally felt relieved.
Qiao Yiming also wanted to rush forward, but her older brother standing beside her grabbed her arm. Qiao Yiyang pointed at her with his eyes, implying that she should not forget what she had promised him.
Qiao Yiming pouted, somewhat unconvinced, but still obediently followed behind.
Fu Siming was pushed aside from Song Xingyao, and Qiao Yiming and Jiang Man surrounded her and headed towards the living room. Even the doctor who had been urgently summoned could not get close to her.
It was only after Qiao Yiyang and Fu Ting each pulled one away that the doctor had room to work. After the examination, the doctor was questioned by the family for a long time before they let him leave. Everyone present finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Meeting Qiao Yiyang's gaze, Fu Siming looked at the people surrounding Song Xingyao and then went to the study with her.
As soon as he entered, Fu Siming took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer of his desk and handed one to Qiao Yiyang. Soon, the faces of the two men were blurred by the rising smoke.
He hadn't smoked for a long time since Song Xingyao became pregnant, but today's events happened so suddenly that he was still unable to calm down.
Qiao Yiyang spoke up, "What happened tonight was not an accident." This was a statement of fact.
"Although Aunt Wu's condition has not been good recently, the doctor said that as long as she is not stimulated, she will not have any major emotional fluctuations. Something similar happened a few days ago, and I went to see her."
After saying that, he took another deep drag, watching as the tiny glint of light on the cigarette moved a long distance toward his finger.
The Qiao family can be considered distant relatives of the Fu family. Although they are separated by many generations and have no blood relation, Old Master Qiao has always been on good terms with Old Master Wu. He originally did not want to cause trouble this time, but since Song Xingyao was almost injured, he still hoped that Fu Siming would not blame the Fu family.
Fu Siming finished the last puff of his cigarette and forcefully stubbed it out on the marble windowsill.
"Hmm. I don't blame her; it was my own fault for not watching her properly," he said casually.
He turned around and met Qiao Yiyang's meaningful gaze.
Qiao Yiyang and Fu Quan shared the same feeling: Song Xingyao and Wu Mu in their youth did look very similar. Although Wu Mu's face now bears the marks of time, the resemblance between the two in their eyes and brows can still be faintly seen.
But he didn't say anything. After finishing his cigarette, he pushed open the study door and walked out. "I'll let you know when I have the results."
Then he went downstairs and took away the younger sister who was clinging to Song Xingyao, which made Qiao Yiming shout repeatedly.
Jiang Man instructed her to put herself first and not to rush into danger.
Still shaken, Song Xingyao agreed to everything, promising not to do it again.
"Where did Ah Ming go? Why isn't he by your side?" she scolded her son, completely forgetting that she was the one who pushed him away and took his wife for herself.
After letting the smell of smoke dissipate from his body, Fu Siming went downstairs and instructed Aunt Qi to tidy up the house so that Jiang Man and her husband could stay there.
He carried Song Xingyao upstairs, and Song Xingyao could smell the cigarette smoke on him very clearly.
Song Xingyao hadn't seen him smoke in a long time, and today's events had indeed frightened him quite a bit. Instead of rejecting the bitter smell of tobacco, she buried her head in his chest, breathing heavily, trying to feel his emotions.
Fu Siming gently placed her into the bathtub. The warm water finally relaxed Song Xingyao, and she completely let go of her strength, leaning against his arm. Her shirt was wet, revealing his strong masculine lines, which were extremely alluring.
But he remained unmoved. Even with his clothes clinging to his skin, damp and wet, his expression did not change. His warm hands gently caressed her skin, his movements incredibly tender, as if he were holding a piece of white jade in his palm, carefully wiping it.
He bathed her quietly the whole time, and even the blushing face of Song Xingyao from his touch failed to arouse any desire in him.
Song Xingyao didn't speak either, only the light pink color on her palms added a touch of warmth to the quiet atmosphere.
Only after he had placed Song Xingyao on the bed and tucked her in did he begin to remove his cumbersome tie and disheveled shirt. He then walked alone to the bathroom, tidied himself up, and lay down peacefully beside her, embracing her.
Hearing her steady breathing, he opened his eyes, looked at the slight furrow in the woman's brows, reached out and smoothed it, and they embraced in silence.
At the Fu family's old residence, Fu Quan coaxed Wu Mu upstairs, telling her to prepare a gift for Song Xingyao. He then sat on the sofa, while a row of servants in front of him slumped to the floor, heads bowed.
One of the servants knelt up and said, "Miss said... that she would take Madam downstairs herself and told us to wait in the hall first..."
The protagonist in these words was sobbing nearby, large tears streaming down his face.
She cried as she explained, "Dad, I really don't know. I took Mom downstairs and told her to wait for me there... then I went... went to the restroom. When I came back, she was gone."
"I really didn't know Mom would go to the terrace..." she sobbed as she finished speaking, then secretly glanced at Fu Quan's expression.
But his expression didn't reveal whether he had taken his words to heart. Fu Quan was usually kind and gentle, and he wouldn't make things too difficult for even the servants in his household.
It was rare for him to have such a serious and indifferent expression, which even startled the servants.
The servants knew they had neglected their duties. Fu Quan valued Wu Mu the most in this family, but because of them, Wu Mu almost fell from the building. It was already a miracle that they weren't sent to jail.
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