Song Ping bypassed Song Xingyao and spoke directly to Fu Siming, who was leaning back on the sofa.
“Mr. Fu, look at the relationship between you and my daughter. We’re family now. You wouldn’t just stand by and watch someone die if something happens to your family, would you?”
Seeing that Fu Siming had no intention of replying, she spoke up on her own.
"Right now, we're having some cash flow problems at home. Do you think it's possible to... lend us 500,000 yuan to tide us over?"
Upon hearing this, Song Xingyao's hands trembled involuntarily. She looked at Fu Siming, whose expression remained expressionless, which only made her more uneasy.
I never expected that this despicable and ugly appearance would be exposed to Fu Siming so quickly.
Embarrassment, bitterness, and disappointment all rushed over her, overwhelming her; the vast space was filled with a suffocating sense of unease.
Song Xingyao: "You're dreaming! Song Ping, when you sold me there, I already paid back what I owed you."
Song Ping: "...I introduced you to work there to support the family. I've raised you for so long, I don't want you to turn out to be an ungrateful wretch."
Song Xingyao: "Introduction? Are you even conscious? You drugged me and had someone throw me in there, and you call that an introduction?"
After proposing marriage, Fu Siming asked Pei Jing to investigate what happened that night, but Song Xingyao never brought it up, so he naturally didn't need to.
It was rare to see Song Xingyao so emotional. Usually, she was always mild-mannered around him, as docile as a kitten. Today, she looked like a stray cat cornered on the street, her eyes glistening from speaking loudly.
He scrutinized her with a raised eyebrow, but didn't intend to speak.
"Nonsense, don't listen to his nonsense. She just can't hold her liquor and drank too much." Song Ping was a little worried that Fu Siming had taken Song Xingyao's words to heart.
"Besides, Mr. Fu rescued you later, but he didn't give me the money back. I don't care, you have to find a way to give me the money back."
Seeing him act like a rogue, Fu Siming lost interest: "Five hundred thousand, I'll have my assistant give it to you later."
Seeing Fu Siming speak, she disregarded her embarrassment and casually said, "Consider this 500,000 as repayment for the debts of the past eighteen years. Don't come looking for me again."
Song Xingyao left the three people in the reception room and quickly left the spacious yet airtight space.
Seeing that Song Xingyao had left, Song Ping, who was thinking about his new plan, walked up to Fu Siming with a hunched back and shamelessly began to speak.
“Um… Mr. Fu, I know your company is so big, and Song Xingyao has a younger sister who is about to graduate. I wonder if your company could arrange a job for her?”
"Leave her information to your assistant later."
Song Ping thought he had a chance, and his ingratiating smile carried a hint of sincerity.
"Alright, alright, I knew someone with Mr. Fu's family background wouldn't be like that... willful girl, who doesn't know how to be grateful at all. From now on, we're all family, so please take good care of me..."
When Fu Siming got into the car, Song Xingyao's expression had returned to normal, although her eyes were still a little red. However, because of her fair skin, she looked quite eye-catching.
"Thank you, I'll find a way to pay you back." These were Song Xingyao's first words.
She dug her fingers into her palms, the deep red color lingering for a long time. She lowered her head, her eyes following the movement of her fingers.
Fu Siming saw that she looked like a frightened rabbit, so he gently pried her hands apart and held them. Her palms were wet with sweat, and he couldn't tell if it was from tears she had just wiped away or from cold sweat.
"Old Xu, from now on, when you bring people to the company, take them directly to the garage." Fu Siming didn't respond to her words, but simply gave the order to Old Xu, who was driving.
"Yes, young master."
There was no sound from inside the car.
When they arrived at the old house, Fu Bowen's car passed through the security checkpoint first and suddenly sped out, startling even a steady driver like Lao Xu, who had to brake.
“Young Master…it’s the eldest young master’s car.” Old Xu rarely encountered such a situation, and he looked at Fu Siming with concern.
"If he's in a hurry, let him have his way first." Fu Siming's gaze briefly met the eyes of the person in the back seat of the car in front through the two panes of glass, and then looked away.
The Fu family's old house is in the style of an old-fashioned garden, while the main house is in the style of a castle, giving it a somewhat mysterious feel.
It was just as night was falling, but once inside the house, I could feel the cool breeze emanating from the dense trees.
Jiang Man greeted them at the manor's main residence. The eclectic mix of her cheongsam and the European-style interior decoration didn't seem strange at all; it was as if a Chinese beauty had wandered into a European mural.
She wore a modernized cheongsam, adorned with silk flower embroidery and gold and silver threads, exuding elegance and sophistication.
At least before opening your mouth.
"You brat, I told you to come back earlier, and you've been so late again."
"Oh my, this must be my daughter-in-law. Look how beautiful she is! That cheongsam she's wearing is really nice; it makes her skin look so fair and delicate. Are you hungry?"
Jiang Man walked straight past Fu Siming, grabbed Song Xingyao's hand, and left.
Before Song Xingyao could react, she was led forward. She glanced back at Fu Siming and saw him nod before following him into the hall.
Fu Siming knew what kind of person his mother was. She had a beautiful appearance but an unruly soul. She was straightforward, but her life was smooth sailing. She also had a father who was obsessed with love. He said the famous line, "If you don't let her marry Jiang Man, the Fu family will die out," which forced his grandfather to agree to the marriage.
Grandpa Fu didn't dislike Jiang Man; the Jiang family's background was a good match for hers. He just felt that his son was being completely controlled by others, that he was too incompetent, and that he was a disgrace. That's why he made things difficult for him.
Fu Bowen scoffed from behind, "Where did you pick up this woman? She's made Mom so happy. But you know what, she looks so familiar."
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