"Looks like Ah Ming is quite satisfied. Little beauty, your call came in. I'm off now~" Lu Fan raised an eyebrow and blew a kiss before leaving.
Song Xingyao hurriedly answered the phone, "Fu Siming, what's wrong?"
"Finished?" The voice on the other end of the line was cheerful; he sounded very happy today.
"Yes, Mr. Lu just left."
"Then come over soon. I want to see you."
"Okay..." Song Xingyao was a little dizzy from his words "I want to see you".
*
At the entrance of Tiansheng, Song Ping and An Suqin had been squatting there all day.
After going through many people, I finally found out that the person who took the person away that night was the owner of this place.
Looking at the towering, exquisite office building, he thought that this time, let alone 500,000, even 5 million would probably be within his reach.
But after waiting for almost a whole day, they didn't see a single ghost. Song Xingyao didn't appear, let alone the powerful old man who was keeping her.
Song Ping only heard the person who replied that he was Master Fu. Judging from this title, he guessed that he was an old man over fifty years old. No matter how old he was, as long as he could give money, he was a father.
He didn't dare leave to eat lunch; he was so hungry he was practically going crazy. If he couldn't wait any longer, he was ready to rush in and demand the person back.
Old Xu still left Song Xingyao at the door. An Suqin, with her sharp eyes, saw Song Xingyao get out of the car and patted the man next to her hard.
"Old Song, look, isn't that brat? She's even riding in a luxury car now! Come on, let's go up."
Song Ping was in pain from the beating, but he didn't forget his business and rushed forward. The doorman saw their posture and stopped them at the door.
"Sir? Do you have an appointment?"
Song Ping smiled ingratiatingly, "The woman in the cheongsam who just went in is my daughter!"
The doorman knew, of course, that he was talking about Song Xingyao, but Song Xingyao had gotten out of the president's car...
These two people look like they're here to cause trouble, and I'm afraid things will escalate later.
"Then please give her a call to confirm."
Seeing that the doorman was determined not to let him in, Song Ping shouted.
"Hey, someone's hitting me! You're just a security guard, what right do you have to hit me! I need to see my daughter!"
Seeing this, An Suqin added fuel to the fire, shouting, "Help! Someone's hitting someone! This is such a big company, and they've beaten my husband so badly he can't get up!"
Even with the best soundproofing, people still come and go, and several heads are peering in from the front desk.
Doorman: "Sir, if you continue to throw a tantrum here, I will call the police."
Upon hearing the alarm, the two seemed to have been struck a nerve, immediately falling silent and retreating to the side.
Song Ping simply lay down on the flower bed, determined to see if Song Xingyao wouldn't come out from there today.
Song Xingyao's ascent this time went very smoothly. Lily, who was at the front desk last time, was much more attentive this time. She personally led Song Xingyao to the elevator and even thoughtfully pressed the button for the top floor.
"Phew..." Lily breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she didn't hold a grudge against her for blocking her from going upstairs last time. There are only a handful of people in the entire company who can be received by Assistant Pei like that.
Back at his workstation, his gossip-loving spirit reignited: "So? Did she give you a hard time?"
"No, she even thanked me! You have no idea, it scared me so much I broke out in a cold sweat."
"Who exactly is she to the president?"
"But looking at her outfit, I could tell she came from a wealthy family and was very beautiful. She might just be our future CEO's wife!"
"Ah!!! President, he's a rare, high-quality, eligible bachelor in Jiangcheng!!"
Lily nudged her: "Don't even think about it. If you want to compete, you at least have to be as good-looking as her."
"Hmm... but why does she look so familiar to me?"
At the top floor, Fu Siming's meeting was not yet over.
Secretary Zhang Qiao led her to the office. Song Xingyao stood by the glass window, which was so clear that there wasn't a single water stain. The setting sun cast its afternoon warmth into the office, making her feel cozy.
The fine particles in the air surrounded Song Xingyao in a halo, and a few strands of her hair, which were tied up in a bun, bounced up uncontrollably.
When Fu Siming walked in, this was the scene he saw. The woman turned around with a surprised expression, which was different from her dignified appearance, but added a touch of vitality.
He walked quickly to her, lowered his head, and wanted to kiss her.
Song Xingyao gently pressed her hand against his chest: "We're going to the old house tonight!"
Fu Siming almost laughed at her words, but still kissed her. Seeing that Song Xingyao was about to collapse, he supported her waist and pulled her apart.
"I think you're the real enchantress."
Song Xingyao was busy taking deep breaths of fresh air, her hand resting on the glass. Her lipstick was slightly smudged and faded, but her swollen lips and dreamy eyes carried a hint of allure.
Fu Siming, however, returned to his desk as if nothing had happened.
"There's a lounge inside. Go tidy it up, and once you're done, we'll go back to the old house."
Song Xingyao dawdled for a while, and after her lips had swelled up for a bit, she reappeared in front of Fu Siming.
Old Xu had been waiting at the door for a long time. When Song Ping and his wife saw the car, they felt that Song Xingyao and her old lover would get out soon, so they rushed forward. Finally, he got his chance.
thump!
"Daughter! How can you abandon your father and mother?" Song Xingyao was so frightened that she took a big step back.
The doorman was terrified when he saw the two men so audacious as to stage an accident to extort money from Fu Siming's car.
He bowed repeatedly to Fu Siming, then called over several people to come and drag him away.
Song Xingyao's face turned deathly pale. Of course she remembered that night when she was drugged and sold to Huangting Yelan. If it weren't for Fu Siming, she would have been finished.
A warm sensation came from behind her, and she finally found support. She stood still, her complexion not much better, but she finally came to her senses.
What are you doing here?
Upon hearing Song Xingyao speak, the security guards in black grabbed him and didn't rush to take him away. Song Ping, with great strength, broke free and pounced on Song Xingyao.
As more and more people gathered, she looked to Fu Siming for help.
With a single glance, Fu Siming ordered his men to lead them all to the reception room on the first floor. The four of them were in the spacious reception room.
Song Ping was still looking around, thinking about how this brat had latched onto such a big money tree, and pondering how to set a price later. Song Xingyao didn't want to waste any more time.
"Tell me, what are you doing here?"
Song Ping looked at Fu Siming sitting next to him with apprehension, thinking to himself, "This brat is really lucky to have picked someone who is rich, powerful, and handsome."
In that instant, a new plan flashed through my mind.
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