Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 364: Currying Favor

It was at this moment that Zhou Liang and Ningxia Chuan followed the direction of the surveillance and came over.

They were driving a public bus, a police car.

Fu Jingsheng saw it and pointed: "That’s the car from their team, right?"

"Yeah." Song Yi’s tone was light: "Let’s go."

...

The car accelerated and drove away from the overpass.

The cold wind whistled, and Song Yi looked back. That police car flashed red and blue lights, appearing as if it lingered on the overpass for a long time...

...

The night was as deep and rich as wine.

Back in the apartment, Song Yi packed her things.

She left nothing behind.

She left this place.

Time, she could give him some time.

Before he had thoroughly thought things through, she wanted no entanglements with him.

She had to harden her heart.

Tang Si was a decisive person, and so was she.

Having made a decision, she’d see it through thoroughly. All she wanted was something clean and pure.

Fu Jingsheng rubbed his forehead and took Song Yi back to her own apartment.

He was contemplating.

It seemed like these two had broken up; could he then visit that person openly for drinks?

Even though after the breakup, he could beat Tang Si up for Song Yi.

However, he felt that Tang Si was still a man worth knowing and potentially becoming close with.

"Sister Yi." Fu Jingsheng looked down at her as Song Yi was sitting on the sofa.

She wasn’t someone prone to crying, so after the emotions passed, she didn’t cry anymore.

She just sat there very quietly.

He initially wanted to advise them not to take their argument too seriously or something like that.

But seeing her like this, those words got stuck in his throat, and he couldn’t get them out.

Forget it...

Fu Jingsheng sighed: "Then I’ll stay here tonight. I’m afraid you might do something alone."

"I heard there’s no one living here anymore. I’ll clean up a bit."

Song Yi looked up at him at this moment: "You know how to clean?"

Fu Jingsheng shook his head seriously: "I don’t, are you kidding me? Do you know how valuable my hands are? How could I possibly do cleaning?"

"..."

Fu Jingsheng: "Why are you looking at me like that? Even though I don’t clean, I can call someone to do it."

That night, Song Yi didn’t sleep a wink.

...

The next day, Song Yi saw the news online, came across the alley explosion.

She saw Tang Si’s car, her brows furrowing tightly.

Her heart felt as if something gripped it, deeply uncomfortable.

She wanted to learn about the situation but couldn’t.

No messages from him on her phone.

Below was a news story with not much traction.

Someone fell into the river and was being fished out.

A netizen commented: "Supposedly went to commit suicide."

"Wow, people these days, huh?"

"Was it a woman or a man?"

"I think they said it was a woman, not really sure, just waiting for the police’s official announcement."

Song Yi irritably turned off her phone, stopped looking at the news.

But she couldn’t help checking the messages on her phone.

He really wasn’t coming to find her.

...

For two whole days, there was no contact between them.

It was Song Nuan’s birthday that day.

Fu Jingsheng had already booked the banquet as promised.

Song Nuan’s parents were there, along with some friends, each of them toasting, wishing Song Nuan success in her studies.

Most were also trying to curry favor with Father Song and Mother Song.

Song Yi sat on the side, uninterested in the birthday party.

Her eyes frequently looked at her phone.

Mother Song called her: "Xiao Yi, why didn’t you invite Tang Si?"

Song Yi didn’t hear her mother calling her.

Mother Song frowned and patted her shoulder.

Only then did Song Yi snap back to reality, looking at her mother: "What?"

"I asked why didn’t you invite Tang Si?"

Fu Jingsheng heard this and focused his gaze on the two of them.

If she couldn’t answer, he would help.

But Song Yi said: "He’s quite busy at work, couldn’t find the time, so he didn’t come."

"Tell him to come over to the house when he’s free." Mother Song said: "Tang Si isn’t young anymore, right?"

Song Yi tried her best to appear natural and lightly laughed, saying: "Yeah, he’s 28, already an old man."

"Is that how you talk about your boyfriend?" Mother Song held Song Yi’s hand: "Don’t keep him hanging; he’s nearly 30, settle down and get married."

"You’re young, but he’s not. At his age, people would already have kids running around."

"Mom knows how you are, always been so wild since you were young. If you’re sincere, get married early, have a grandchild for mom to hold."

These plain words of concern from the elders.

But they pierced Song Yi’s heart relentlessly.

"Mm." Her response seemed somewhat sullen.

"I’ll discuss it with him." she said: "I’ll go to the bathroom, you all go on drinking."

After saying this, she grabbed her purse and hurried out, somewhat flustered.

Once out of the private room, she felt the oppressive feeling inside dissipate significantly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yi took a deep breath and headed to the restroom.

In the bathroom, she composed her emotions; she had makeup on today, and was determined not to cry, or it would ruin her makeup.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.

But no matter how she smiled, it seemed she couldn’t find that stunning beauty of the past.

Her face immediately fell again.

She bowed her head and took out lipstick from her purse, deepening the color.

Making her aura appear more enchanting and chilly.

If not for the warm and soft beauty like the sun, then let it be a bold and cold elegance.

...

The elders quickly dispersed after Song Nuan’s birthday banquet, each busy with their own affairs, leaving entertainment time for the younger ones.

Eventually, only Song Yi, Song Nuan, and Fu Jingsheng remained.

Song Nuan didn’t drink much, just watched Song Yi drink.

"What’s wrong with sister?" Song Nuan looked at Fu Jingsheng and asked softly.

Fu Jingsheng leaned against the sofa, feet propped on the coffee table, head tilted: "Probably heartbroken."

"Tsk." The man arrogantly curled his lips: "Seems like love really isn’t a good thing."

Song Nuan: "Now it’s not you all celebrating my birthday, it’s us accompanying sister to drink?"

"That’s the gist of it, right?"

Fu Jingsheng nodded: "Judging by the scene, that’s the case."

"Alright." Song Nuan lowered her head, pulling out a set of physics problems from her bag: "I’ll start doing problems."

Learning is a joy.

Why bother with love when there’s nothing else to do?

Fu Jingsheng took out his phone, lazily browsing medical data.

"Ugh—" The woman drinking suddenly retched hard, but nothing came out.

This caught the attention of Fu Jingsheng and Song Nuan.

They quickly went over to help her to the restroom.

Just as they opened the door, a server came over.

Handed a small box to Song Nuan: "Someone asked me to give this to you, a birthday gift."

"Thank you." Song Nuan accepted it and continued to help Song Yi to the ladies’ room.

Fu Jingsheng waited at the door—