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

Yan Wangchuan's little assistant was really terrified.

He followed Yan Wangchuan after graduation. It is strange to say that he would choose himself as his assistant for a very simple reason:

Talk less.

He has other people to help with his usual work. His assistant is mainly responsible for driving and taking care of his daily life.

However, he has always been strict with himself, what he can do is very limited, and the work is easy.

He didn't fall in love at the age of 40 or 50, and didn't even have a female companion. He usually socialized. If the other party asked to bring a female companion, he would directly refuse, and there was no room for negotiation.

You can bring anyone you want, and they didn't ask for a girlfriend or anything, but he never compromised, and seemed to care about this aspect.

After following him for so long, apart from office communication, he usually does not work out, or read books to enrich himself, and his private life is outrageously clean.

The old lady of the Yan family reminded her before.

But no matter what method he used, he always treated him coldly, and the old lady had nothing to do with him, she had already let him go.

This time, Yan Wangchuan suddenly left his work and came to Yuncheng. He was already very surprised, but in the end he fought with someone, which frightened him into a daze.

He is not a fool, he knows that Yan Wangchuan likes Qiao Aiyun, but the other party is not only married, but also has a daughter.

He can only feel that his boss is too infatuated.

But you don't say anything, and you have a dead face all day long. Does Ms. Qiao really know your infatuation?

"Mr. Yan, there is something I don't know if I should say it or not?" The assistant glanced at him from the corner of the eye, you want to chase him, but you can't do that.

"Since you don't know whether you should say it or not, don't say it."

With one word from Yan Wangchuan, he immediately blocked him back.

The assistant closed his mouth angrily.

You don't even know that you look like a silly big guy with a silly smile?

I just didn't see it.

Come on, enjoy yourself.

**

Tiansheng District

Song Fengwan was concentrating on reviewing her homework in the room. Her right hand was injured before. She hadn't drawn for a few days. She was worried that her hand would be rough during the exam, so she took a pen and scribbled a few strokes on the paper.

Sketching is weak, so it will take some time.

She was still thinking about Yan Wangchuan's cute contrast today. She hadn't drawn Yan Wangchuan yet, so she planned to draw a sketch of a character. The more she drew, the more wrong she became...

this person...

Why is she becoming more and more like Fu Chen?

Terrible.

"Late night?" Qiao Aiyun knocked on the door.

Song Fengwan hurriedly tore off the drawing paper and put it away, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Qiao Aiyun warmed her a glass of milk, "The exam is coming soon, rest more, don't stay up late."

"Hmm." Song Fengwan felt guilty.

Qiao Aiyun took a few sketches she had put on the side. Although she didn't know how to draw, she felt that if the figures were drawn, it would be good. "Don't think too much about the family affairs, I will take care of them."

"Ok."

"Then I won't bother you anymore, go to bed early."

Qiao Aiyun was worried that her studies would be affected because of family affairs.

As everyone knows, there are other people who are affecting her study now.

After sending her mother out, Song Fengwan just spread out the collected drawing paper. After looking at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock. She touched the phone and sent a message to Fu Chen.

【have you slept? 】

Only a few seconds later, there was a reply.

【No. 】

[Information returned so quickly? You shouldn't be playing with your phone. 】Song Fengwan was drinking milk, she didn't even notice, chatting with Fu Chen has become more and more casual.

[Hold your phone, afraid of missing your message. 】

The corners of Song Fengwan's mouth slowly curled into a slight arc. Hearing that there was no movement outside, he got under the covers and called him.

"Hey, third master—"

Fu Chen frowned, slightly displeased, and during the day he even called third brother affectionately, could he be the third master? He responded indifferently.

"A lot happened today."

"It's all resolved?" Fu Chen had already received news from Yan Wangchuan, but he couldn't expose the alliance relationship.

"Well, you don't even know how funny Uncle Yan is. He looks tall, cold and serious, with an unreasonable look. I didn't expect him to be cute sometimes. I saw his ears turn red today."

Song Fengwan thought about today's events. He was so aggressive at the police station. As soon as her mother passed by, he suddenly became obedient.

"...Already old and shy, he was obviously very happy when my mother brought him some food, and he said so awkwardly that he didn't need it."

"You don't even know how cute the contrast is."

Song Fengwan babbled on for a long time, but there was no reply, and he thought the phone was hung up, "Hello, is he not here yet?"

"exist."

"Why don't you talk?"

"The person I like praises other men in front of me, and I still want to happily discuss with you?" Fu Chen naturally knew that Yan Wangchuan was no threat to him, but hearing her keep talking about others made him feel uncomfortable.

Song Fengwan was stunned, "Uncle Yan is my elder."

"You used to treat me as an elder."

Song Fengwan was so angry that he had nothing to say.

"Angry?"

Song Fengwan bit his lip and remained silent.

"I admit that I am very jealous."

Not only is the jealousy strong, but also the jealousy is inexplicable.

"I just care about you too much. We talk for too little time every day. I hope this time..." His voice was low, helpless but pampered.

"In your eyes and in your heart, there is only me, and you only pay attention to me, can't you?"

Song Fengwan reached out to cover his heart, and started again.

What does this old man want to do?

"Wanwan, can't you?" His voice was deliberately low, and this tone was really hard to refuse.

"En." Song Fengwan responded.

"obedient--"

Song Fengwan blushed, and he hesitated to change the subject, "What are you up to today?"

"Work." Fu Chen paused for two seconds, "I miss you."

Song Fengwan felt that the topic could no longer continue, "I'm going to sleep, good night."

Fu Chen smiled lowly, "Good night, good night."

Song Fengwan hung up the phone and got out of the bed. His forehead, palms, and chest were covered with sweat. He was nervous about sneaking around, but he kept teasing himself. It was just...

Just after hanging up the phone, the WeChat message reminded her that she was calling, and Fu Chen sent her an emoji of two villains.

She gritted her teeth, a veteran cadre who didn't even play with smartphones before, but now he can even play with emoticons like this?

Take a sip of milk to calm down.

**

After Fu Chen finished posting his expression, he didn't wait for a long time for a reply, and with the tip of his tongue against his cheek, he smiled to himself.

If you meet next time, it's not just an emoji.

He was just going to sleep when Yan Wangchuan called.

"Hello—" Fu Chen spoke to him, his tone was naturally not as gentle as before.

"I heard that you specially called a lawyer for me. I'm sorry." Yan Wangchuan's voice was also cold and hard.

The two people were evenly matched in terms of momentum, and their tone of voice was also refusing to give up an inch.

"Call me every night, she's worried about you."

"Ok."

"This time, Song Jingren swallowed this bad breath, and he is afraid that he will hold back his own bad move. It will involve the division of property, and he will not be deterred by it. You should pay more attention." Fu Chen reminded.

He has been in contact with Yan Wangchuan for several times, and he also knows him a little bit. He is very straightforward and can do business, but he is not good at calculating people's hearts.

Song Jingren is about to be pushed into a hurry now, what will happen to a person like him if he can't keep up.

"I see."

"By the way, Mr. Yan, don't you know how to please women and how to court Aunt Yun?"

Yan Wangchuan squeezed the phone tightly, looking worried, what did he mean by that?

"Since we are allies, would you like to tell me and I will help you?"

"Please remember! No need!" After speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

His tone was cold and his attitude was extremely tough.

Yan Wangchuan knew where his shortcomings were, but when his junior pointed out, he was still uncomfortable, and his tone became more and more cold.

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

The few times the two met, he was taciturn, and he didn't even show his emotions. The two of them always spoke straight to the point, without any sloppiness. Now this is...

Angry?

It's really rare.

Quite interesting.

After Fu Chen teased Yan Wangchuan, he went to sleep with peace of mind, and wanted to synchronize his wife's routine.

Yan Wangchuan was standing by the hotel window at the moment, his face was reflected in the dark glass window.

Cold and gloomy, so gloomy that water drips out.

teach him? Where did this kid come from so loudly? I have lived such an old age, do I need him to teach? Are you still mocking him?

Fu Chen, this kid is indeed a person who cannot be friends with.

Young and mature, scheming and full of bad habits, if we meet Wanwan another day, I still have to remind her.

Be cautious when dealing with such people.

Third Master, I advise you to be kind.

It's better to be polite when talking to Senior Brother Yan...

Don't be really jealous, I'm afraid you will cry in the future.

Third Master: ...