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

Autumn dryness counterattacks, although it is hot during the day, the night breeze blows slowly, and it also reveals a refreshing coolness.

At this time, there was only one day and two nights left before the final deadline given by Yan Chi. When Fu Chen called Song Fengwan, he happened to have just finished a meeting with Duan Lin Bai.

"I asked Lin Bai out for dinner at night, do you want to go back and pick you up?"

"It takes more than an hour to eat a meal, and I will send you back after eating."

Fu Chen thought from the bottom of his heart that Song Fengwan had a hard time catching up on the manuscript. Recently, he was locked in the studio and didn't come out much. He thought in his heart to take him to improve the food.

"No, you can eat, I'm very busy and I can't get away."

"That's fine."

After Fu Chen hung up the phone, Duan Linbai smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, as long as the deadline is reached, you will become an abandoned homeless old man."

"You talk so much and have so much energy. You should take care of this project. Anyway, your siblings are in the hospital every day, and you are also guarding the empty room every night. Why don't you find something for yourself to live a fulfilling life."

Xu Jiamu has been promoted to a key doctor in the department in recent years. Although he doesn't always do trivial things like before, he handles major operations, and once he gets busy, he will work day and night.

Duan Linbai was once worried that she would die from overwork if she worked like this, so he insisted on dragging her to a special hospital for a physical examination.

In fact, Xu Jiamu's hospital arranges a physical examination every year, and she is a doctor herself. She knows what's going on with her body, but she still let someone take him to the physical examination.

Tell him to shut up, so as not to bother her every day.

After the results came out, it turned out that there was something wrong with his body, so he kept a medicine jar at home for a month.

Xu Jiamu glanced at him when he saw the test report, "What are you doing when I'm not at home? Are you so overdrawn?"

Duan Linbai also looked confused, he didn't do anything!

Abiding by the law and serving the public, and returning home on time to take care of the children, how come the body is overdrawn.

*

Yunjin capital here

After Song Fengwan hung up the phone, dinner was served at home.

Fu Qin was going to revise his dissertation, so he ate a few bites before going into the study. Huai Sheng had a dinner outside tonight and didn't come back.

Song Feng had dinner late, took a stroll outside to digest food, saw the time, and suddenly thought that the "All Beings" column hosted by Yu Manxi was about to be broadcast. She had seen the program preview, and it seemed that tonight's program was more exciting .

A program lasts forty to fifty minutes, and it is not too late to draw a script after watching it.

The aunt of the kitchen helper also thoughtfully cut a plate of fruit for her.

This is a section on people's livelihood, and it's all about parents' faults. Today's news is about a student who is overwhelmed by his studies and chooses to commit suicide. At this time, the parents are arguing with the school.

"Oh, fortunately, the child was rescued. Why is it so hard to think about it at such a young age?" The aunt also sat on the side and watched the show for a while.

"The homework can never be finished. This kid is putting too much pressure on himself."

"Psychological quality is not good."

"Compared with his future life, that homework is nothing. Besides, at most, he will be criticized by the teacher. It doesn't matter."

Auntie glanced at her with a smile, not embarrassed to ask her how the manuscript is going?

She has been working here for many years, and she knows very well that there are always a few days in each year, Song Fengwan stays up every night to draw manuscripts, even without sleep, without eating or drinking, and working overtime until late at night.

Seeing that it was almost time, Auntie packed up her things and went home. Song Fengwan looked at the wall and saw that it was almost nine o'clock.

like……

Can still struggle a bit more.

Moreover, today is the weekend, and various David TVs have started appearing on variety shows one after another. She sat on the sofa and even chased after her a little bit.

Fu Qinyuan revised the thesis, poured water, and saw her still "at the verge of death", feeling helpless.

The most important thing is that no one can help her draw the manuscript, and in the end she suffers by herself.

"Mom, it's almost ten o'clock."

Song Fengwan raised his eyebrows, "It seems that I can wash up and sleep."

Fu Qinyuan: "..."

The deadline is tomorrow. Are you really so confident that you still want to sleep?

*

At this time, accompanied by the sound of the engine, a dazzling glare flashed through the window.

Fu Qinyuan drank water, watched his mother quickly turn off the TV, and then ran upstairs, "Your father must be back, don't tell him that I have been watching TV."

Song Fengwan was going to the studio to put on a show.

Fu Qinyuan couldn't help laughing out loud, wasn't he arrogant to go to bed just now? Now it's completely like being caught for fun.

It's just that the car was parked at the door, and it didn't seem to have entered the yard or the parking lot at home. Fu Qinyuan felt that it was not normal. Could it be that he went out to socialize tonight and drank too much?

Holding the water glass in one hand, he opened the door and went out. By the street light at the door, he realized that this was not Fu Chen's car at all, but a taxi. At this time, a man was standing in the trunk to take the suitcase. He closed the trunk When the lid was opened, the taxi drove away immediately.

The taillight fell on his face, making the man's entire face flickering.

With that stature alone, even if Fu Qinyuan could only see a vague outline, he knew who it was.

He suddenly clenched the water glass...

Uncle is here!

Then his mother is not...

To be scared to death!

He hurriedly put the water glass in one place, and went out to help carry the luggage. Yan Chi was a little taller than him, with long hands and feet, and a height of nearly 1.9 meters. When not speaking, the expression is scarce, giving people a strong sense of alienation.

But when he saw Fu Qinyuan, he still nodded slightly at him, and his demeanor instantly became very gentle.

Long eyebrows, dark eyes, straight nose bridge, extremely thin lips, looking up at the face, in the night, giving people a very strong aggressiveness.

Fu Qinyuan often heard Song Fengwan say how cute his uncle was when he was a child, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't imitate his cute appearance.

Maybe it's because of his precocity, he's used to wearing a mask in front of others, otherwise, at his age, how could he be able to restrain some restless ghosts and monsters from the Yan family.

"Uncle, why are you here?"

Fu Qinyuan took the suitcase from his hand familiarly. In fact, he wanted to ask, it's not yet the deadline, so he wouldn't come to press the manuscript at this time.

"I can't come?"

"No, at least you tell me in advance, I'll pick you up."

"Didn't you say you're busy writing papers recently? There's no need for you to go back and forth." Yan Chi followed into the room, "I'm just here to visit relatives and friends, and take care of some work matters by the way."

"En." Fu Qinyuan nodded accordingly.

Passing by the parking lot of Fu's family in the yard, Yan Chi glanced, "Is there anyone who hasn't come back?"

"My dad has a social event tonight, so he probably will come back after picking up Huanhuan." Fu Qinyuan explained.

"Then your mother?"

"My mother is upstairs drawing manuscripts."

Fu Qinyuan knew in his heart that his sudden appearance was not simply a visit to relatives and friends, but a surprise inspection.

"Help me take my luggage into the house, and I'll go see her."

Yan Chi comes here often, so he is naturally familiar with the road. Before going upstairs, he turned his head to look at Fu Qinyuan who was touching his phone, "Qinyuan..."

"Um?"

"what are you doing?"

Fu Qin was planning to tip off the news, but when he looked up, he saw someone's warning eyes, so he had to put down the phone angrily. If the mother's manuscript was not finished, and there were still many things missing, it would be too late to tip off the news at this time.

"I'm just sending a message back to a friend."

Yan Chi took a deep look at him and went upstairs.

**

Painting room on the second floor

Song Fengwan was pretending to set up the pen at first, thinking in her heart that Fu Chen had come back, but there was no movement for a long time, she took out her phone and looked at it, and there happened to be a push message, and she was about to tap it...

At this time, the door was suddenly opened.

She didn't even have time to look up when she heard a familiar voice calling out to her:

"sister--"

Song Fengwan's hand shook, and the phone almost fell into the bucket of pens on one side, and hit the ground with a bang.

Just like her mood at this moment, the instant monstrous waves set off, leaving her mind blank for an instant.

But she calmed down very quickly, "Xiao Chi? When did you come? Don't say anything in advance."

Yan Chi strolled over, bent down and picked up the mobile phone on the ground, "How is the manuscript?"

Song Fengwan felt a little dim in front of him at that time.

The younger brother who hasn't seen her for a long time, when he meets her, doesn't he greet her if she is doing well, or is it a manuscript?

Is this still my brother?

"good."

"Show me the finished drawing." He stretched out his hand.

Under the light, those hands were well-defined and beautifully tight, but in Song Fengwan's eyes, they were the claws extended by the devil, which could strangle people's throats and kill people.

Song Fengwan stretched out his hand to bring over the manuscript drawn on one side, and tidied it up a bit, while Yan Chi took advantage of this time to turn around and close the door.

"boom--"

Then there was the sound of "click—" the lock fell, and Song Fengwan's heart beat wildly.

Feeling guilty beyond measure.

If this matter happened more than ten years ago, she would never have imagined that the maniac would be her younger brother. Before he joined the company, other people would come to remind him, so it was easy to dismiss, but the person in front of him was her. Brother, he won't look down on her...

Yan Chi put Song Fengwan's phone aside, found a stool to sit down, and squinted to watch her sort out the drawings.

There are only three or four sheets of paper in her hand, and they are tossing and turning. What is there to organize?

But Yan Chi was not in a hurry, "Sister, take your time to tidy up, I'll call my parents and tell them I'm here."

"Um."

Song Fengwan smiled bitterly, like a student who couldn't hand in his homework and was dying.

Yan Wangchuan and Qiao Aiyun didn't sleep, they were waiting for his call, after a few words, Yan Chi handed the phone to Song Fengwan, "Mom and Dad want to talk to you."

Song Fengwan answered the phone with a smile, they were just asking her how she was doing recently, Yan Wangchuan gave her son a vacation out of selfishness, so Qiao Aiyun finally gave a few words of advice.

"He's also very tired recently. When you go to the capital this time, you can stay with him for a few more days and let him have a good rest."

"A few days ago, you called and said you missed him, so it happened that you and your siblings were in various places to exchange feelings."

Song Fengwan looked up at Yan Chi who was on the side. When she said she missed him, she said it casually, and besides work, where did the emotional communication come from between them.

"Wan Wan, please take care of him. Xiao Chi has been very tired these years. You have to take good care of him for a few days."

After hanging up the phone, Song Fengwan smiled bitterly.

She wants to take good care of him, but now it's your son who won't let me have a good time.

"Sister, the manuscript hasn't been sorted out yet?" Yan Chi was not at all reminding the manuscript, but a reminder for his life.

Song Fengwan could only bite the bullet and hand him a few pages of paper in his hand, "I've been really working hard on drafting recently, you see, I haven't slept until now, and I have been working hard."

"Aren't you serious about playing with your phone?" Yan Chi flipped through the pages in his hand.

It's about the same as he guessed, she really...

Very indulgent.

**

When Fu Qinyuan was helping Yan Chi carry his luggage upstairs, he happened to meet Yan Chi raising his hand to close the studio door, and he sighed.

The press maniac is at it again.

He could imagine how weak, pitiful and helpless his mother was at this moment.

After sending Yan Chi's luggage back to the house, Fu Qinyuan called his father.

The people in that room were all his elders, and Fu Qin couldn't get his hands on it, so I'd better leave this kind of matter to my father.

Fu Chen was at the gate of the school at this time and hadn't received Fu Huan yet.

"Hello--"

"Dad, come back quickly. My uncle is here, talking with my mother in the studio."

"Yan Late?" Fu Chen frowned, this kid is really good at timing.

Ka came over the day before the deadline, out of intention not to make his wife feel better.

Wanwan, don't be afraid, how bold a person is, how late the draft is.

Your mental quality is still very good.

Wan Wan: ...

**

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