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

It was past twelve o'clock when Song Fengwan and Qiao Xiyan arrived in the capital, and it was already one o'clock after picking up their luggage and leaving the airport. The two found a restaurant to have something to eat and went straight to the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts.

In the capital city in September, the sun was scorching like fire, and the heat wave hit our faces, making it dry and dry.

Jingmei is a second-level college affiliated to Jingcheng University. The college is also in Jingcheng University. It only recruits more than 200 people every year, and the cultural class scores are too high. Even so, there are 20,000 to 30,000 people applying for the exam every year.

Today, all the departments of Beijing University are welcoming new students, and the taxi was blocked before reaching the school gate.

Song Fengwan and Qiao Xiyan got out of the car and walked. Before they reached the school gate, they saw the red welcome banner pulled up. There were many volunteers made up of sophomores at the gate. Pack small bags and walk slowly.

Beijing University is a science-oriented university. There is a teacher training college next to it, and 80% of the girls are girls. The two universities are close to each other, and there are often social activities, so the relationship is very close.

It was 2:30 in the afternoon, the hottest time in Beijing, and there were not many students reporting. A few sophomore volunteers were sitting under umbrellas drinking water, watching Song Fengwan, and poking the people beside them.

"Is this for the teacher's academy?"

"80% yes, our school doesn't have a single girl this year."

"If it's so miserable, there are nine in our hospital this year."

...

A few people chatted and laughed, and saw Song Fengwan walking over, "Where is the reporting point of the Academy of Fine Arts?"

Several people hurriedly came back to their senses, "Jingmei's?"

"Yeah." Song Fengwan smiled.

She was born beautiful, with exquisite facial features, no umbrella, the hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat, she was wearing white jeans, clean and fresh.

"Jingmei is still at the very inside, I'll take you there." Several boys' eyes lit up.

In fact, most of the boys who come to be volunteers are single, and they just want to take the opportunity to hook up with elementary school girls, so it's better to strike early.

"No, just pointing the way, I don't bother you." Qiao Xiyan walked over directly.

Tall and thin young man, tall and tall, with sharp eyes as deep as the deep sea, but he is taller than these few people by a large margin, and his superior elite temperament makes people daunting.

The boy showed them the way and watched them leave.

"It doesn't look like a couple? It shouldn't be a boyfriend." Although Qiao Xiyan was protecting Song Fengwan, his demeanor was restrained. Although he was close, he didn't feel intimacy.

"It's probably not, but it's fierce enough. Just looking at his eyes can kill people."

"This schoolgirl is mine, don't grab it from me, I'm going to check it out, what's her name?"

Several people followed after talking.

Song Feng arrived at the reporting location late. The Academy of Fine Arts reported in the gymnasium, as well as the School of Physics and Biochemistry. Even if the air conditioner was turned on in the venue, it didn't feel cold.

The people who received her were a few seniors who looked at her in surprise when they heard her name.

"Sign here." A schoolgirl handed over a sign-in form, with Song Fengwan's name first, "The number on it is your student number, and you will use this student number for four years in college. It's very important, remember it, and fill in your mobile phone number by the way."

"En." Song Fengwan nodded.

"Here is your meal card, dormitory key..." The senior sister explained a lot to her, "There will be a class meeting on the afternoon of the 8th, and then you will receive military training supplies. The place is at 403 Yuhe Tower, which is also the place where you usually study at night , Freshmen have to study by themselves at night."

Yuhe?

Song Fengwan paused at the tip of his pen.

"There are only three buildings in our Academy of Fine Arts, and it's at the southernmost side of the school. You can walk around more and get familiar with the school." The senior sister laughed.

"Um."

"Your kettle and mosquito net, you have to go to the second cafeteria to get them. Your dormitory is in Building 58. Except for the gymnasium, go along the main road, and there will be a distribution map of the dormitory." The senior sister finally explained everything.

"Thank you." Song Fengwan thanked Qiao Xiyan and left.

"This is the No. 1 major in our college this year. The culture class is surprisingly high. With such a result, you can go to other colleges." Several people laughed.

"I wanted to have a few more words with her, but the man standing next to her was too scary."

...

A few people here were chatting and laughing. Song Fengwan had already arrived at the dormitory. The dormitory was on the third floor. Because of the news from the freshmen, the girls' dormitory was only open to boys for these three days.

Quadruple room, four beds, one table and four stools, very simple, everyone's name has been pasted on the bed, there is no need to occupy the bed, three girls have come to the dormitory together with Song Fengwan, one of them has a round face Girl with bangs is sitting on the bed and talking on the phone.

Another suitcase was pressed on the bed, and no one was there. Song Fengwan looked at the bed. The bed was put on the table. After a summer vacation, there was a lot of dust.

Qiao Xiyan wiped the stool for her, "Sit down first, and I'll help you get your things."

As soon as he left, the round-faced girl finished calling, "Song Fengwan?" Her name was posted on the bed.

"Um."

"My name is Hu Xinyue, and I'm from northern Shaanxi." Although the girl has a baby face, her voice is not low, and she has a straightforward personality.

"I'm from Yuncheng."

"Would you like to wipe the table or something, I have a rag."

"Okay, thank you." Song Fengwan twisted the rag and began to wipe the table.

"Who are you who sent you here just now? Boyfriend?" Hu Xinyue was careless, got out of bed, and started to pack her suitcase.

"my brother."

"I thought it was your boyfriend?"

Song Fengwan smiled bitterly.

"Are you in a relationship?" She turned her head to look at Song Fengwan.

Song Fengwan grabbed the rag tightly, seeing her bold personality, he was afraid that when Qiao Xiyan came back later, she would slip up and smile without saying a word.

"There must be a lot of people chasing you. I've been in love since my sophomore year in high school." Hu Xinyue was a little shy when she mentioned her boyfriend.

"Sophomore year?" Song Fengwan raised his eyebrows.

"Then our family found out, almost beat me to death, and even helped me transfer to another school." Hu Xinyue said relaxedly at the moment.

Song Fengwan's heart skipped a beat, "What happened next?"

"I have been in secret contact, but he didn't perform well in the exam this time, so he stayed in northern Shaanxi and read three books."

...

The two chatted for a while, and then Qiao Xiyan went upstairs with the supplies distributed by the school and tidied up briefly. The other girl who had come to report also arrived.

My name is Miao Yating, a southerner, petite, with a sweet voice, her parents followed, greeted them, and gave them some southern specialties, asking them to take care of their daughters.

After four o'clock, the last bed in the dormitory came.

It was a middle-aged woman who came, because everyone was packing up, there was inevitably no place to stay in the dormitory, and it made her feel disgusted, speaking a Beijing accent, with a feeling of domineering.

Song Fengwan turned his head to look at her. He was dressed fashionable and was carrying a designer bag. As soon as he touched the table, he walked to the bathroom in disgust.

"Hey——Xinxin, I've arrived at the dormitory, the environment is too bad, I'd better go home and live, how can people live in this place."

"Our house is not far from the school. I don't think there is even a place to take a shower in this dormitory. How can we spend summer?"

"And they are all upper bunks, how dangerous it is to sleep at night."

...

The other people in the dormitory were silent when they heard this.

"People from the capital, no wonder they are so proud." Hu Xinyue was speechless.

Song Fengwan bent over to hang the mosquito net, smiled and said nothing.

"Cousin, when are we going to get the quilts?" Almost all of Song Fengwan's clothes and quilts are at Fu Chen's place.

"I'll call and ask about it later." Qiao Xiyan said as he walked out with his mobile phone.

When Song Fengwan climbed out of bed, he saw Hu Xinyue was pasting up pictorials with tape, a black and white picture, and the picture on it was an old man.

A generation of masters——

Qiao Yuhe.

Song Fengwan was almost frightened, "Xinyue, you are..."

"My idol, I study art for Mr. Qiao, you don't know him, do you? Everyone who studies art knows him, and he must be tested every time he tries."

"I know." Song Fengwan said with a bitter smile.

"It's a pity that I was born at an untimely time, so I couldn't witness the master's demeanor." Hu Xinyue posted the pictorial and rubbed it carefully a few times.

Qiao Xiyan has already returned to the house, "Wanwan, I'm going to Fu's house for dinner tonight, you pack up again, and we'll set off."

"Are you coming back to live tonight?" Hu Xinyue hurriedly asked, if Song Fengwan didn't come, she would probably be alone in the dormitory.

"Shouldn't come, I didn't bring my quilt." Song Fengwan smiled apologetically.

"Then leave a contact information, when you go back to school, call me."

Qiao Xiyan just watched the two girls leaning together and whispering, her eyes fell on the pictorial by Hu Xinyue's bedside, her eyes were dark.

Didn't expect this old man to have fans?

The older he got, the more irritable his temper became. When he was a child, Qiao Xiyan was playful and didn't cherish those jade stones. He was often whipped by him with a feather duster. Later, he had problems with his arms and was unable to bear weight, so he simply used his feet.

The master in the eyes of others, in his memory, is a grumpy, arrogant little old man.

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When Song Fengwan and Qiao Xiyan left the school, it was already evening, they took a taxi and went straight to Fu's old house.

Fu Chen went to school to pick up Huaisheng and waited in the old house.

The old lady hadn't seen Song Fengwan for a long time. She got busy early in the morning. Mr. Fu was sitting on the rocking chair, holding a hookah, and looked at Fu Chen beside him who was studying the chess record.

What does this kid want to dress up so cleanly today?

I don't usually prefer black gowns, why are you wearing them so young today?

I have loved to pretend to be mature since I was a child, so who is I pretending to be tender today!

It's not that the third master pretended to be tender on purpose, but that the daughter-in-law he was looking for was too young, haha...

Wan Wan is finally here, Third Master, isn't it very cold!

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