Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master’s Wife-Chasing Strategy

After eating this meal, Song Fengwan was still a bit dull, and when he occasionally made eye contact with Qiao Xiyan, he felt guilty...

"Why don't you eat?"

"I'm eating." Song Fengwan lowered his head and pulled the rice.

She had to go to see Fu Chen secretly again. She felt that she was doing something bad, and she was born to be able to sit still, as if nothing had happened, making it seem like she was stealing chickens and dogs by herself.

Just after dinner, Duan Linbai's people arrived. They just brought some daily necessities for the child, even books and stationery. Under Uncle Nian's arrangement, they took Huaisheng to the bedroom to have a look.

His previous room was poor and simple, and it couldn't be compared with this one. Uncle Nian taught him how to use various things and gave him a bath by the way.

Qiao Xiyan naturally went back to his room to continue polishing his jade, but Song Fengwan wandered around the room five steps at a time, feeling uneasy.

**

Around one o'clock, her cell phone vibrated twice...

【Why don't you come? 】

What's the matter with this man? Started urging again.

[Otherwise I'll go to your room? 】

Song Fengwan was terrified, and ran out with his mobile phone.

Peeping around like a thief, he timidly knocked on the door of Fu Chen's room.

Returning to the old place, damn the old place, when did he and I start to have the same place?

At first glance, this ordinary person thought that the two of them had done something shady.

"The door is unlocked." Fu Chen's voice came faintly through the door.

Song Fengwan hastily opened the door and got in, then turned around and locked the door.

"Why are you locking the door?" Fu Chen smiled lowly, and glanced at her clothes.

Last night when I lived in the mountains, everyone slept in close clothes. She had already changed into her pajamas, crescent white, and she was pulling on a pair of open-toed slippers. Fu Chen suddenly felt like rubbing against them last night...

Smooth and tender.

"I..." Song Fengwan was speechless for a while when he asked.

"It's not like you're being shameless." Fu Chen lightly patted the seat beside him, "Come and sit."

Fu Chen wore a thin gray sweater, simple and smooth, and sat by the bed.

sitting on the bed?

Song Fengwan hesitated.

"Why are you standing there in a daze? Come here, and I'll rub some medicine on the wound on your hand." Fu Chen took out the medicine box behind him, which was blocked by him before, and Song Fengwan didn't see it.

"Medication?" She coughed twice.

"Otherwise, what do you think you're going to do?" Fu Chen turned his head to look at her, with a narrow expression on his face.

Song Fengwan shook his head, and sat obediently beside him with a so-called safe distance between them.

Just make it clear when you go to the medicine, what kind of old place is it, it seems that the underground organization is giving secret signs.

As soon as she sat down, Fu Chen suddenly moved forward an inch, and stretched out his hand across her neck. He seemed to have just washed his hands, and his fingertips were cold. She was so startled that her breathing became stagnant, and she subconsciously hid...

"Don't move." There was an inexplicable deterrent in his tone.

Song Fengwan clenched the bed sheet tightly with his fingers, and watched Fu Chen get closer and closer until he was close to him...

With his hair brushed aside, he gently pushed down the neckline of the pajamas an inch with his fingers, revealing a small section of delicate collarbone. His breath splashed down like hot oil, causing sparks to splatter in her heart.

"Does it hurt?" He asked in a low voice, as if pressing against her ear.

"It doesn't hurt." Song Fengwan tilted his head and turned his back to Fu Chen.

"Apply a little ointment." Fu Chen was busy, and soon she felt his fingertips covering the wound, slowly pushing the ointment away.

There was a chill on his fingertips, mixed with a cool ointment.

It's cool to the bone.

"Huh—" Fu Chen suddenly breathed hot air at her neck.

Song Fengwan's whole body was stiff, his heart stopped beating, and he couldn't move.

"Blow it on, it dries quickly, so it doesn't get on your clothes, it's smelly."

Fu Chen always uses his own reasoning when speaking.

After he finished speaking, he began to blow hot air on her neck again.

Song Fengwan shrank back, and the heat seemed to fall on her ears, which made her itchy all over, a strange feeling, which made the pores all over her body scream, and the blood flowed backwards.

The ears quickly became bloodshot and red, and the bright color spread to the entire neck at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Gorgeous.

"Wanwan—" Fu Chen suddenly called her at this moment.

"Huh?" Song Fengwan's voice was choked and he bit his lip.

Her skin was very fair, with a tinge of red, which made her even more beautiful. His fingers stroked her neck.

One day, I have to take a bite to see if I can get some water out of it, it's incredibly tender.

"Before, Huaisheng said..."

Song Fengwan almost wanted to cry, what should come will always come.

"Third Master, the situation was not like this at that time. That Cheng Lan kept persecuting me, telling me not to like you. I was pushed by her, so I said that."

"She forced you? Tell you not to like me?" Fu Chen's eyes darkened.

"Ok."

"You can just say that you don't like it, and the matter will be over. Why do you have to say such a thing?"

Fu Chen's direct question made Song Fengwan speechless.

It seems to be the same reason.

but……

Asking her to swear that she would never like this person in front of her for the rest of her life, her heart trembled and she couldn't say anything.

She didn't know how to describe that feeling, but she didn't want to.

"If you say so, Cheng Lan won't pester you. She has been persecuting you all the time. You are usually very clever. Why don't you fulfill her wish and get away? Why bother talking about stimulating her like this."

Song Fengwan bit his lips tightly, not knowing how to answer.

Fu Chen suddenly reached out to touch her face, and with a little force, he turned her head to his side...

The distance between the two was shortened in an instant, and there was an entanglement between them, ambiguous and chaotic.

"You are usually so smart, but you couldn't turn the corner when it came to the critical moment. If I hadn't arrived in time this time, you might have suffered some crimes."

I don't want to say so, I'm afraid I like him a little bit.

Thinking of this possibility, Fu Chen felt extremely happy.

His fingers slid across her side face, fell into her hair, and stroked gently.

The feeling of rubbing ears and temples together.

Ambiguous to the point of trembling.

"Third Master..."

"Is that why I annoy you?" Fu Chen frowned, "Or do you dislike it?"

"I don't."

"Usually there are many people, you can just call him Third Master, now..." He touched her neck with his fingertips and rubbed her, making her heart beat fast.

"Now it's just the two of us, so can't you call me third brother?"

He has a clear complexion and a provocative voice. Few people can bear such an ambiguous relationship.

"Why are you so keen on a title." Song Fengwan kept his breath while speaking, for fear that the breath would fall on his face.

"Hearing you call me that makes me feel good."

Song Fengwan felt that he shouldn't have fulfilled his wish like this, but he still opened his mouth and screamed...

"Third brother."

"Hmm." Fu Chen lowered his head and smiled, pulled his fingers away from her hair, and already withdrew his body, opened the medicine bottle containing iodophor, took a cotton swab, dipped a little, "give me your hand."

Song Fengwan was a little annoyed.

Why are you led by the nose every time?

Why do you have to make him feel comfortable?

She passed her hand over, and Fu Chen grabbed it, lowered his head to help her deal with the wound...

Thinking of Cheng Lan's hysterical appearance, she yelled that Fu Chen liked her, did he really like her?

"If there are outsiders around, you can call me third master or third uncle, it's up to you. In private, you can call me third brother."

Fu Chen also thought about it in his heart, the little girl was shy, so he just waited.

to her...

He had a lifetime of patience and time to spend with her.

"Privately?"

"Just the two of us." Fu Chen lowered his head and breathed into her palm.

"Is this the request you made for me? Can you repay the debt?" Song Fengwan turned her head, she owed Fu Chen a lot of promises, and she had to pay it back.

Fu Chen tilted his head to look at her. At this time, he still wanted to pay off the debt.

"Can."

"Well, then it's settled." Song Fengwan suddenly felt that his small brain was still very bright, and he was very talented in business.

"This is a secret that belongs to the two of us." Fu Chen leaned very close to her, hoarse.

His voice was low, like a devil, coaxing her.

Song Fengwan nodded stiffly.

After she returned to the house, she realized that something was wrong.

Why is there a little secret between her and Fu Chen?

Like what did sneaking do? Her heart was beating wildly, and her face was flustered with embarrassment.

**

Not long after Song Fengwan left, someone knocked on Fu Chen's door.

"Third Uncle." Huai Sheng was still cautious.

Fu Chen got up and opened the door. He had just taken a shower, and the mountain wind was blowing all the time. His skin was not as delicate as ordinary children, it was a little dark, and there were spots of frostbite on one side of his face. He stood at the door with something in his hands, as if he had something to say .

"Come in." Fu Chen turned sideways to let him into the room.

Huaisheng handed him the bag in his hand, "Master asked me to give it to you, he said it was a gift of thanks."

"Well, come and sit." Fu Chen pulled him to sit by the bed.

"Third uncle, as a monk, the little monk can't lie to you."

"what?"

"Third Uncle, you've been exposed."

Fu Chen frowned, "Exposed?"

"Aunt Zhugan told my sister today that you liked her, but my sister didn't seem to believe her."

How did Fu Chen know that Cheng Lan dared to expose him.

The vest is gone, and he was still teasing her just now, pretending to be a wolf with a big tail?

This woman really can set off a three-foot wave even if there is no wind.

"Third Uncle, am I doing the right thing?"

"Well, the third uncle is chasing her. You have to help the third uncle. After the matter is completed, it will also accumulate merits and make it easy to practice."

"I know." Huai Sheng nodded seriously, it seems that he will have to work harder in the future.

The master said that monks should save all sentient beings and help them overcome disasters.

This is the tribulation of the third uncle's marriage, and I want to help him overcome it.

Thinking of this level, he suddenly felt that he was awesome.

**

Fu Chen sent Huaisheng back to his room, thinking that Song Fengwan didn't believe such words, he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, lost interest in his afternoon nap, so he went to the small study to copy Buddhist scriptures.

On the other side, something even more maddening happened.

Qiao Xiyan was carving on a piece of jade. This is a delicate job, and there is no room for mistakes. Just as the carving knife fell, he suddenly heard the sound of a wooden fish coming from the next door...

With a flick of his finger, the carving knife slipped, and a tiny scratch appeared on the jade.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

Immediately after...

The even and knotted sound of the wooden fish came knocking one after another.

The rooms of Huai Sheng and Qiao Xiyan are next to each other, they belong to the same guest room, and they are far away from the rooms of Fu Chen and Song Fengwan, so the sound can only disturb him.

Qiao Xiyan took a deep breath, clutched the knife, and knocked on the door of Huaisheng's room.

Huai Sheng opened the door and saw him holding a sharp knife with an innocent expression on his face.

"Uncle Joe, what's the matter?"

"what are you doing?"

"Lunchtime class." He looked cute, not like lying.

"Lunch?"

"There are homework in the morning, noon and evening. Uncle Qiao may also go to our temple to sit and study Buddhism when he is free."

Josie Yan had a cold face.

"Our temple is on Dongtou Mountain, very famous."

Qiao Xiyan clenched the carving knife in his hand, "You continue."

"Isn't Uncle Qiao married? You can go to our temple to seek marriage..."

Qiao Xiyan is not talking to him anymore, the older child, do you know what marriage is?

After he returned to the house, he lost interest in carving. He just felt sorry for the piece of jade and thought about how to save the knife.

Huai Sheng didn't really want to do his homework, children love to play, so did he.

It's just that I've broken the precept frequently these days.

Lie and eat meat.

Bad karma of talking and speaking, flesh and blood cannot be swallowed, and injustice cannot be erased...

"Buddha, this disciple didn't intend to break the precepts, please forgive my sins, sins, sins..."

He just recited scriptures to try to eliminate bad karma.

In a blink of an eye, Uncle Nian brought him snacks, including candy and a bag of beef jerky. He hesitated, but reached out to the bag of beef jerky.

**

Around four o'clock in the evening, Qiao Xiyan knocked on the door of the small study.

Fu Chen copied the scriptures at the desk, with a serious and respectful expression.

"What's the matter?" He raised his eyelids and looked at Qiao Xiyan. He took the initiative to find himself?

It's strange, even if they live under the same roof, they still meet and greet each other. Qiao Xiyan's face is cold and cold, and there are very few people to talk to.

"I'm free tonight. I'll treat you to dinner. I plan to take Wanwan back to Yuncheng tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

He flicked the tip of his pen and slid an ink stain on the paper.

There is a little secret between the third master and Wanwan, I can't tell you~ I can't tell you~

Huaisheng, you have to help the third master to overcome the calamity, he will buy you milk tea to drink.

Knocking wooden fish or something, you better stop doing it, that uncle is very vicious, really!

Cousin, why are you going out with a knife?

To scare children?

Cousin: I just took it by hand...

Huaisheng: ...