The second call Song Xingyao received was from Qiao Yiming. Like a wild tiger released back into the mountains, she used to indulge in extreme fun, but after spending some time working on serious matters, she felt unaccustomed to having free time.
The studio's group chat soon received the good news, and everyone was overjoyed.
Many of the staff members were actually volunteers from Jiangcheng University. Everyone was very enthusiastic about this charity event. Even after the incident, many people came to inquire about it. Fortunately, everything is going smoothly now.
Mr. Wu was worried that Song Xingyao, who was heavily pregnant, shouldn't overexert herself, so he told her that she didn't need to come to the site often.
Moreover, the preparations for this auction have already been handed over to a company personally selected by the Bai family, so the studio doesn't actually need to do much work.
But Song Xingyao insisted on completing the task, so Old Wu stopped arguing with her and let her participate. After all, the Qiao family's little girl was also there, so he wouldn't let her get tired.
Preparations for the auction were in full swing, and Fu Siming was only slightly displeased after learning the news, but he didn't say much.
The main reason is that you can't persuade this woman at all; in the end, all she does is act cute and then agree.
Fu Siming asked Jiang Man for a servant from the old house to take care of him.
Song Xingyao didn't want to be followed, but after seeing the man's expression, she knew it was a concession from him, so she stopped struggling.
Fortunately, the maid had a sense of boundaries and didn't follow her around all the time, giving her some breathing room.
The moment Fu Yao learned that Wu Xian's charity auction had resumed, she went to find Song Ping, who spent his days eating, drinking, and having fun at the hotel.
Ever since he learned that Fu Yao wanted to rely on him to get rid of Song Xingyao, he made increasingly demanding requests, whether it was for food, clothing, shelter, or entertainment. Once he tasted the benefits, he became unstoppable.
Fu Yao received calls from the front desk every few days saying that the man staying in that room was making four or five requests a day, and she began to regret her decision.
Song Ping is a shameless leech, enjoying the boundless happiness that Fu Yao pays for, except for the fact that he can't gamble.
Fu Yao never came back after leaving that money the first time, but the doctor she arranged came to visit twice.
His hand injury has mostly healed, and even without that finger, it doesn't stop him from having fun.
A closed protrusion remained where the little finger used to be, the pink new flesh and the intertwined sutures looking as grotesque as a clown's ripped mouth.
Song Ping felt that if he didn't kill Song Xingyao, he could stay here and enjoy the pleasure of being a kept man.
He was lying in bed watching a woman on his phone posing provocatively and dancing a sexy dance, while rapidly typing "harass" messages to the person on the screen.
The door to the room was pushed open.
Fu Yao walked in, carrying a plain black paper bag.
She threw the paper bag onto the bed, and its contents spilled out because it wasn't sealed.
The sharp dagger slid down the blanket to his calf, making him shudder. He quickly sat up, picked up his foot, and rubbed it.
On the bed were a bottle of medicine, a white towel, a short knife, and a retractable knife.
Song Ping picked up the items one by one, casually pinched them with two fingers, and waved them in front of him.
Fu Yao spoke up abruptly: "The day after tomorrow is the auction. Song Xingyao will be there. I will arrange for someone to meet you. You must take care of her backstage."
The calm tone made it sound as if he were being asked to kill a chick, not a living, breathing person.
"That white bottle contains a sleeping potion. Sprinkle it on the towel to prevent her from screaming."
Song Ping scoffed, kicked the bottle away with his toe, and then spoke.
"Killing a girl like this doesn't require this." He thought it would be best if Song Xingyao could kneel in front of him and beg for mercy; if she didn't react, it wouldn't be exciting at all.
Then his eyes darted around. "So, if she dies, you'll let me go abroad and give me the rest of the money?"
"Hmm." Fu Yao was too lazy to listen to him anymore and left the room directly.
The stench of the man in the room dampened her initial joy at having the chance to kill Song Xingyao.
After Fu Yao left, Song Ping began to plan his actions.
He felt he had a brilliant plan. Since Fu Yao said she would protect him, why should he go straight to Song Xingyao?
Why not just kidnap her, extort money from Fu Siming, and then kill her? You can get both sums of money and go abroad to live a carefree life.
The 200,000 yuan deposit that Fu Yao gave her a few days ago was converted into online currency as he requested.
He had already spent all his money on tips and flirting with female live streamers over the past few days, and only then did he realize that money really doesn't last long.
The thought of the sexy, curvy woman on the screen calling him "brother" made him incredibly itchy, and his hands itch to reach in and grab her.
This immense sense of accomplishment also made him realize that 200,000 yuan was not cheap at all. Fu Siming was so rich; he could probably extort 50 million yuan from him.
My God, fifty million! He must be truly living the life of a god.
He swore, his hands were as dirty as his mouth, and then he felt refreshed and fell asleep immediately.
On the day of the auction, Fu Yao came over early in the morning and brought him a set of cleaning clothes that fit him well.
Song Ping cursed a few times, clearly annoyed, but seeing Fu Yao's expression, he impatiently changed his clothes and followed her out the door.
The car took him to the back entrance of the auction site, where a short man came out to greet him.
Fu Yao watched him go in from the car behind, then drove around to the gate and went in herself.
The people here today are all big business leaders. Capitalists love to do this kind of thing: using money to assume social responsibility in exchange for a good social reputation.
The people who came were always in groups of several: those serving tea, those providing office assistance, and those providing security. Each of them brought a large entourage with them.
Let alone sending them to visit the children in those orphanages, they'd probably just put on a show, and behind the scenes, who knows what kind of trouble they'd cause.
Anyway, people like them, who are the pride of heaven, naturally look down on wild children from orphanages.
Fu Yao looked down on their pretentious act, but she remained respectful and polite on the surface, and followed Fu Quan to greet them.
Since that conversation, Fu Quan has been intentionally or unintentionally trying to introduce her to the resources around him, since Fu Yao will eventually take over the management of the Fu family from him.
Therefore, social greetings and pleasantries are inevitable.
Everyone flattered each other, praising Fu Yao for being sensible, well-mannered, and a lady of high society.
Fu Yao went along with them, pretending to be generous and proper, and returned their words one by one.
After walking around for a while, she became a little anxious and wanted to see what was going on backstage and how that idiot Song Ping was doing.
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