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

When Song Fengwan and Fu Chen went downstairs, only the elders of the Fu family were watching TV in the living room.

"Where's cousin?" Song Fengwan was surprised.

"Go outside." Fu Lao pointed to the door.

"Wanwan, sit here with me." The old lady beckoned her to sit down.

Song Fengwan guessed that he was going out to smoke, so he ignored him, but looked at the TV. At the moment, there was a legal system and people's livelihood program, and the host was commenting on this news.

She had seen the show on the bus TV once, and she remembered the host as a very pretty guy.

How did you change it.

A program may have more than one host. Song Fengwan naturally didn't think much about it. After the program ended, the old lady sighed, "What's the matter recently, there are no Xiaoyu in several episodes."

"The new host, isn't it just an intern? It's just a few episodes. It's been several episodes. Is it true that Xiaoyu is going to be replaced?"

"It's still her comments that are more flavorful. Now this criticism is okay, but it's not quite right."

Fu Chen chuckled, "You like her so much?"

"Could it be that you want to marry her back home?" The old lady raised her eyebrows.

"She's not my type."

"I can't tell who you like. Do you still like the type?" Fu Chen saw that the old lady's chatterbox was open, and knew that she was going to start chattering again. He hurriedly got up, "I'll go and see Qiao Xiyan."

"Run away again." The old lady snorted coldly.

When Fu Chen went out, Qiao Xiyan was standing in the yard smoking a cigarette, the flickering fire made his face even colder and depressed.

"Huh?" Seeing him coming, Josie offered him a cigarette.

"I don't smoke." Fu Chen declined politely, "Are you addicted to smoking?"

"It's okay." Qiao Xiyan tilted his head and took a puff. "This time I'm flying here, and I can't bring a carving knife. Now I feel itchy and feel uncomfortable. Come out and smoke a cigarette to relieve it."

"It's hard not to hold a knife?" Fu Chen's face remained normal.

"Get used to it."

The midsummer wind suddenly blew a hint of coolness, and it was inexplicably cold.

**

The next day, Qiao Xiyan and Song Fengwan went to Yunjin Capital to carry their luggage. There were too few rentals here, so they finally borrowed Fu Chen's car. There were too many things, and the two thick cotton quilts took up a lot of space.

"I'll take you there." Fu Chen suggested.

"It's too much trouble for you, you don't go to work today?" Qiao Xiyan was still more than polite to him.

"Nothing."

After getting in the car, Song Fengwan sat in the back, holding a quilt in his hands, and quietly listened to the conversation between the two people in front.

Qiao Xiyan: "I heard that the third master studied in a foreign university?"

"Well, I was sent out at the age of 16."

"Never passed the college entrance examination?"

"I haven't even experienced the high school entrance examination."

"Coincidentally, me too."

As Fu Chen was driving, he glanced at Qiao Xiyan from the corner of his eye. He had heard from his parents in the early years that he had been gifted since he was a child. He studied sculpture abroad for a while. He was supposed to be hired by the State Administration of Cultural Heritage when he came back, but he didn't go.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Song Fengwan really couldn't go up and give them a kick alone. I know you guys are good at escorting. Do you need to show off in front of me?

During the three days of reporting, the most people came today, and cars couldn't get in at all, so they could only move in from the school gate.

"Third Master..." Qiao Xiyan raised his eyebrows. Isn't this man following him as a coolie?

"I asked Shifang and Qianjiang to help."

Then everyone saw a rough guy, carrying two big assorted quilts, not to mention how beautiful he was.

Song Fengwan hugged the newly bought washbasin and followed behind, almost laughing.

She said it all, buy something to put on the quilt, Fu Chenfei said it would get dirty, and then...

Qian Jiang is tall, and after staying in Nanjiang for a few months, he is so dark that he glows, and his body is muscular, and he is conspicuous everywhere he goes, but he is just carrying the quilt, which is inexplicably cute.

He didn't care about other people's eyes at all, but Shifang hung his head, very reluctant to walk side by side with him.

"I'll go, why doesn't the third master carry this by himself, and let you take it, have you seen the eyes of those around you?"

"Is it true that these old ladies have such unique tastes? Hasn't she heard of the red and green match?"

"I'm always ashamed."

...

Qian Jiang turned a deaf ear and continued walking inside carrying the quilt, which became the most unique scenery on the campus.

Qiao Xiyan was also worried about how to hold the quilt in, but now it's all over, everything has been resolved.

**

Song Fengwan ran to the dormitory first, and Hu Xinyue was the only one in the dormitory, lying on the bed on the phone, speaking in a dialect, and the tone was obviously talking on the phone with her boyfriend.

"Wan Wan, are you back?" Seeing her come back, Hu Xinyue was still very excited.

"Well, I'm moving things, and my brother is here." After all, it was a girls' dormitory, and Song Fengwan was worried that she was wearing pajamas or something, and she was also embarrassed when a man came in suddenly.

"It's okay, let him come in." It was reported that in the past two days, boys often came and went in the corridor, and Hu Xinyue was very neatly dressed.

But the next thing she saw was a sturdy man looking at the two flowered quilts coming in, "Which bed?" Qian Jiang's voice was deep and deep, and she knew it was not easy to mess with.

"This." Song Fengwan raised his hands and tiptoed to lift up the mosquito net, asking him to put the quilt on it.

The few remaining people filed in and put their luggage in, and the dormitory became very crowded in an instant.

When Hu Xinyue saw Fu Chen coming in, her eyes lit up.

She has a boyfriend, so naturally she doesn't have any unreasonable thoughts about Fu Chen, it's purely from art students' appreciation of beautiful things.

With the suitcase in his hand, Fu Chen looked at Song Fengwan's dormitory. He always felt that it was not as comfortable as his home, and he didn't know why the little girl was so excited.

"Wanwan." Hu Xinyue lay on the upper bunk and called Song Fengwan to come over. The two beds were next to each other, and they slept head to head.

"Huh?" Song Fengwan walked over.

"That's your brother too? Your family's genes are too good."

Qiao Xiyan was on the side at the moment, and added directly, "That's his uncle."

A mouthful of old blood was stuck in Fu Chen's throat, and he couldn't get it out.

A smile was forced from the corner of his mouth, "Hello."

Hu Xinyue also had a big heart, so she called out casually, "Hi Uncle, you are so young."

Shifang laughed out loud, he couldn't bear it anymore, and was immediately kicked by Fu Chen, "Get out after moving the things."

"Okay." Shi Fang rubbed his thighs and walked out.

Why are you kicking me? If you have the ability, you can kick your future brother-in-law. You don't want to be such a bully.

...

Song Fengwan put his luggage back, it was already noon.

"Let's clean up in the afternoon, and go to dinner first, do you want to come together?" Qiao Xiyan looked at Hu Xinyue.

She seems to be alone all the time, with a simple and straightforward personality, and she is very good as a friend. She lives in the university dormitory for four years, and Qiao Xiyan also hopes that she will take care of Song Fengwan more often.

"I..." Hu Xinyue was a little hesitant. She also knew that it must be Qiao Xiyan's treat when she went out to eat with them, so she was not ashamed.

"Let's go, get out of bed quickly." Song Fengwan is an only child, she didn't have many friends in high school, and she also fell in love with Hu Xinyue.

"Alright then." Hu Xinyue couldn't refuse, so she went out with a group of them.

After Qiao Xiyan left, Song Fengwan was alone in the capital, and he also hoped that Fu Chen would take care of her more, so he treated lunch to the best restaurant in the capital, and Hu Xinyue was not a fool, she knew it by looking at the car they were driving. Song Fengwan's family background is very good.

At the beginning, I was very cautious when I got in the car, but after we chatted, the two chatted behind.

"...you came here by train with so much luggage on your back?" Song Fengwan was surprised.

"I didn't have much luggage at first, my parents are too busy."

Hu Xinyue's father is a civil servant, and her mother is an accountant. Her family's living conditions in the local area are pretty good.

**

After a few people arrived at the restaurant and ordered food, Song Fengwan said that he wanted to go to the bathroom. After a while, Fu Chen also went out with an excuse.

Qiao Xiyan is not a person who talks too much, and Shifang and Qianjiang stood on the sidelines, standing still, which made Hu Xinyue more nervous and cramped.

"You have that tiger in your car. It's beautiful."

"That's Hu, used in ancient sacrificial rituals."

"That pendant is also pretty." Hu Xinyue drank nervously.

"That's a jade pipe, an ancient musical instrument."

...

Hu Xinyue suddenly felt that she was illiterate in front of him.

"Well... I'm going to the bathroom too." Hu Xinyue grabbed her backpack and walked out with an embarrassed expression.

She followed the signs to the bathroom. Because the restaurant was too big and the layout was complicated, she went around and turned to the most remote bathroom.

Breaking away from Qiao Xiyan's strong aura, she let out a long sigh of relief. Just as she stepped into the bathroom, there was a public washbasin in front of her. When she raised her eyes, she saw Fu Chen pressing Song Fengwan on the washbasin to kiss.

Her pupils dilated, and she screamed out in fright. Thanks to Qian Jiang who followed closely, she covered her mouth with her hand.

"Don't talk." Qian Jiang said with great strength and a sharp voice.

Fu Chen put his arms around Song Fengwan and shot at him with cold eyes. It was fiercer than she had ever seen before. The little girl was almost scared to cry.

She shouldn't be silenced.

Qian Jiang is carrying a large quilt, everyone can make up their own minds, my skills are limited, I can't describe it [cover face]

The picture is so beautiful...

Wanwan's roommate is going to cry from fright, Qianjiang, be gentle.