Because public opinion was still in a heated debate, Song Xingyao felt she shouldn't go out anymore, so from that afternoon onwards she stayed home reading and sleeping, living a very peaceful life.
As usual, she got up in the morning and went to her study to practice calligraphy.
Fu Siming, worried that she would be bored, specially added a huge wooden table next to his desk for her to practice calligraphy. The giant mahogany carved tabletop and the writing implements placed on it were out of place with the minimalist business style of the room.
She was slowly grinding the ink stick and setting it aside when the phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.
She answered, "Hello?"
After waiting for a while, there was still no response from the other end. Song Xingyao greeted them again, thinking that someone had turned on a faulty phone, and was about to hang up.
A gentle female voice came from the other end of the phone, "Is this... Yao Yao?"
Song Xingyao was completely confused. "Who are you?"
"..."
There was a moment of silence before someone spoke, “I’m your mother… Can’t you recognize my voice…” The voice was full of grievance.
Song Xingyao then realized that it was Wu Mu. She had called her "Mom" that day to save her, and she never expected that Wu Mu would actually call her later.
Fu Siming had mentioned Wu Mu to her, but probably because she had almost fallen from the building with him before, Fu Siming didn't want her to have any more contact with Wu Mu.
She hesitated for a moment... but still responded, because her broken expression and resolute back that night were truly unforgettable.
"What's wrong... Mom..." She used the title somewhat awkwardly, a strange emotion stirring within her.
"I just lost my phone... This is a new one, so I haven't transferred all the information over yet."
She came up with a completely illogical reason, but the woman on the other end raised her voice after hearing it.
"Oh no, how could it be lost? Did someone steal it? Are you alright?"
Hearing that her first words were still about her, Song Xingyao felt a little guilty and quickly spoke up. She was not a liar and would be exposed if she asked any more questions.
"It's nothing, I just accidentally dropped it. Mom, why are you calling so suddenly? Is something wrong at home?" Her greeting sounded perfectly natural.
Even she herself didn't expect that she could lie so carelessly.
"No, no! It's just... I was saying last time I wanted you to bring Si Ming home for dinner, and I was hoping you could come home this weekend..."
After saying this, Wu Mu was still a little uneasy, as if worried that she would refuse. The cautious tone of his question stung her.
Wu Mu didn't know why she felt this way, but she felt a pang of sympathy for this woman.
But she didn't agree immediately, because Wu Mu had invited both her and Fu Siming, so she had to ask Fu Siming's opinion first.
"Mom, Fu Siming is quite busy. I'll ask him when he gets back, and then I'll send you a message."
Seeing that she hadn't refused the bento, Wu Mu thought there was hope and quickly said, "Okay, okay, you'll definitely remember! I'll wait for your call."
After ending the call, Song Xingyao was somewhat distressed, and even her writing became distracted; she had no idea what she was writing on the paper.
It wasn't until noon that Fu Siming returned to have lunch with her. He noticed that the Xuan paper on her table was covered with Wu Mu's name, so he took the opportunity during lunch to ask her, "What's wrong? Did Wu Mu contact you?"
"How did you know? Did you install a surveillance camera next to me?"
"Is it really necessary? You can't keep a secret at all."
……All right.
Song Xingyao then began to tell him the whole story.
Fu Siming frowned and asked her, "You want to go?"
"I... I am a little soft-hearted, but she wants us to go together. If you don't want to, then we won't go."
Looking at her expression, Fu Siming couldn't tell if she really thought that way, but he could guess that since she asked, she must have already considered going.
But he still had reservations about what happened that day.
Seeing that he didn't agree and instead frowned, Song Xingyao felt a little disappointed.
The answer Fu Siming gave the next second surprised her.
"You can go, but..."
Song Xingyao waited for him to finish his sentence.
"But we need to tell Uncle Fu first that we don't know anything about Aunt Wu's condition."
"Okay!"
After finishing his meal, Fu Siming continued eating, his eyes fixed on Song Xingyao's happy expression, but his heart felt heavy.
Song Xingyao had never felt the warmth of family. He had investigated and knew this perfectly well. Otherwise, she wouldn't have thanked him so many times because her family was good to her.
He was somewhat annoyed that he hadn't found Song Ping yet, giving them another chance to harm Song Xingyao.
After finishing his meal, he insisted that Song Xingyao stay with him for a nap, claiming that pregnant women need to rest more. But in reality, he was already used to having her in his arms, so even though the lunch break was short, he still had to rush back.
His hand rested on her stomach, his palm gently caressing her through her clothes, trying to sense a faint pulse of life, but her slightly protruding belly gave her no response.
If it weren't for the slightly protruding belly, Fu Siming would have started to doubt whether the baby in her belly was still there.
In about six months, he and Song Xingyao will have their own child.
The person in his arms felt his movement and asked, "Fu Siming, will you be a good father?"
I felt my question was a bit silly, so I added, "No, what I meant was, you should teach the baby from now on... You're so excellent, the baby will definitely be just like you."
Fu Siming felt a little uncomfortable upon hearing her words, but he didn't expose her. Instead, he asked jokingly, "What's wrong, Song Xingyao? Are you planning to let me raise them myself?"
“That’s not what I meant. This is my baby too. How could I be like that? I just think that since you’re so capable, you’ll definitely be just as capable as you when you’re in charge of educating him.”
Fu Siming ruffled her hair, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Song Xingyao smiled but didn't reply.
She changed the subject herself and asked the man behind her, "Why don't you ask me why I wanted to accept Wu Mu's invitation?"
"...No, okay, shut up, go to sleep."
Song Xingyao ignored him and continued, "It's because she made me call her 'Mom.' That day, I saw her sitting on that unprotected railing, and I felt that if it weren't for that 'Mom,' she might have fallen. I know she might be imagining me as her child, but I still can't bring myself to refuse her outright, because..."
Because she, like me, had lost her family, she wanted to say that, but she stopped herself, turned over, and looked into Fu Siming's deep eyes.
Then she smiled faintly, "Because she's different from me. I have a family now, but she's still immersed in the pain of loss..."
Just like I used to be... she didn't say those words out loud.
A large hand covered her eyes, plunging her into darkness.
The man uttered two words, "Sleep."
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