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

After Song Fengwan finished drawing the manuscript, he was busy going to the company. The Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon. The company had a show, and all departments were very busy.

She had just finished discussing the details of the design with a few assistants when she saw an unread message from Xu Yuanfei on her phone:

[Your customized mooncakes are ready, come and pick out the packing box when you have time. 】

【Okay, I'll be free in about two hours. 】

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and the company's mooncakes are also contracted to Xu Yuanfei's shop. In recent years, she has opened many branches. The shop is large and has a lot of staff. She has undertaken many mooncake orders from the company. Totally homeless.

Song Fengwan specially customized some mooncakes with special flavors, and prepared to give them to closer relatives and friends.

As a result, she had an impromptu meeting at the appointed time, so she asked Xu Yuanfei to pack it up for herself, and sent someone to Jing's to pick it up later.

Xu Yuanfei's shop was crazy busy, and the masters were working overtime to make moon cakes. In the end, even the Jing family was expropriated. Jing Hanchuan felt sorry for his wife and couldn't do much to help him. It's good to be with her.

As a result, Jing Xingyao often stays at home alone.

*

It was the weekend that day, and Jing Xingyao was always tired from work, so she wanted to go to the store to help, but Xu Yuanfei refused.

"You have a good rest at home today, and your third aunt will send someone to get the mooncakes later. Those in the black and red boxes belong to their house. Remember it well, so don't make any mistakes." Xu Yuanfei reminded.

"good."

Jing Xingyao was also fine, took Jing Hanchuan's camera and fiddled with it, thinking about going to Beijing University to gather folk songs today.

She thought Song Fengwan would come in person, or Qianjiang and Shifang, but she didn't expect Fu Qinyuan and his assistant Xiao Ji to be there.

It was Xiaoji's first visit to Jing's house, so he felt a little uneasy.

Entering the border of northern Sichuan, I said excitedly: "Hey, is it really a mass grave before Liu Ye's house? Are there hauntings at night?"

"I heard that he killed people like hemp, is it true?"

"How did he and the third master become confidants?"

When he followed Fu Qinyuan, the Jing family had already left the country. He was only Fu Qinyuan's work assistant and had very little contact with his private life.

Fu Qinyuan glanced at him, "You are so curious about the Jing family, then you stay at his house and observe slowly."

Xiao Ji was too scared to make a sound.

When I got to the house, I saw Jing Xingyao and was so frightened that I didn't speak for a long time. Isn't this the person who went to the airport to pick up the plane and the third master called her with a very gentle voice?

"Are all the mooncakes here?" Jing Xingyao felt a little shy when he saw him coming, and his eyes met.

"Xiao Ji, you put your things in the car and deliver them to my house. I have something to do and I have to go back later."

Xiao Ji looked at the two people. He was an assistant, so he was supposed to talk less and do more. Even if he knew some amazing secrets, he had to keep his mouth shut.

Holding the moon cakes, he fled quickly.

Fu Qinyuan saw that she was neatly dressed, and there was still a camera on the table, "Are you going out?"

"Well, I want to go to Beijing University and take some photos."

"I send you."

*

She nodded, and the two arrived at school. She was looking for a place to take pictures, and he followed behind to carry things. Occasionally, Jing Xingyao would ask him to take a few pictures for herself.

"It's boring to watch people take pictures. If you have something to do, you can go first, and I can go back by myself."

"The biggest thing for me now is to accompany you." Fu Qinyuan looked at her with a smile, "I originally thought that I would go to your house to see you, but I didn't expect to be able to accompany you out..."

"If you round it up, we should be considered a date."

Jing Xingyao held up the camera, his ears were soft and hot, and he didn't make a sound, and pressed the shutter a few times at random.

It is very important to capture the angle of the photo. She often finds places where no one goes, and she completely forgets that she is very easy to attract mosquitoes.

Fu Qin was originally standing under a tree a few meters away, only to hear her grunt and clutch her neck, as if she was scratching something.

When he passed quickly, the back of her neck was covered with blood red, mixed with a few scarlet fingernail marks, lining her fair skin, which was a bit shocking.

"What's going on?" Fu Qinyuan raised his hand to stop her from scratching.

"Maybe I was stung by an insect, what happened next?" Jing Xingyao couldn't see it at all.

"Don't catch me, I'll take you to the infirmary." Fu Qinyuan hung her camera around his neck, originally pulling her away, but later felt that it was too slow, so he just carried her and ran towards the infirmary.

She inherited Xu Yuanfei's allergies, and originally only the back of her neck was flushed, but now her face was burning red.

It was the weekend at this time, and there was only one middle-aged female doctor on duty in the infirmary. She checked her and said that she might have been stung by a chili pepper or other insects.

"Are you going to the hospital?"

She has allergies, which can be life-threatening if severe.

"I'll hang her with a water bath, apply some ointment, and observe it first. If she has other symptoms, she will go to the hospital."

Jing Xingyao didn't expect to suffer such bad luck when taking a photo.

The doctor took the ointment and handed it directly to Fu Qinyuan, "Isn't it your boyfriend, then you can wipe it on for her, first on the back of the neck, it's more serious there."

Jing Xingyao was sitting on the bed at this time, and after the doctor left, he pulled up the curtain next to the bed thoughtfully, her back was a bit red and swollen, maybe...

Need to undress.

"I'll do it myself." Jing Xingyao blushed, because of allergies, or shyness.

Fu Qinyuan ignored her and went directly behind her, "Yaoyao—"

"Um?"

"I'm going to start."

Jing Xingyao nodded.

She felt that her collar had been rolled down a little, but the clothes she was wearing today were shirt styles, and the front buttons were not unbuttoned, so it was difficult to operate at the back.

She hesitated, reached out and unbuttoned the two buttons on the collar, Fu Qinyuan pulled the clothes an inch to the sides in an instant, "There is still not enough space."

Jing Xingyao could only bite the bullet and unbutton the buttons, protecting the front slightly...

The air conditioner was turned on in the infirmary, and the sound of the doctor dispensing the medicine could still be vaguely heard. She sat up straight and felt his fingers slide over the back of her neck, pushing her hair to the front.

The skin here is thin, slender and fragile, which makes people nervous.

"What's wrong? Is it painful or itchy?"

Fu Qinyuan didn't have that kind of charming and dirty thoughts at this time, her back was scarlet, and it hurt to look at him.

"fine."

Her body trembled slightly, but she also resisted the urge to scratch...

Then she felt a cool touch on her back. She thought it was Fu Qinyuan who was applying medicine to herself, but later realized that it was not a cotton swab...

He is kissing himself.

"distant--"

"Huh?" Her voice was hoarse.

"I hear your heartbeat."

"You control it a little bit, otherwise you will be like this..."

"It makes me easily distracted."

Jing Xingyao blushed even more, bit her lip and said nothing.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Qinyuan helped her apply the medicine. The medicine was not cool, but when applied on the skin, there was a brief burning sensation, followed by a heart-warming ice-cold feeling, which was very comfortable.

Soon the doctor gave her a drip, and her body was no longer itchy, but it took some time for the redness and swelling all over her body to dissipate.

"How do you feel? If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me in time." The doctor repeatedly urged, "You have a constitution that is prone to allergies and bugs, so you must pay attention."

"Thanks, I feel better now."

The doctor looked at Fu Qinyuan, who was still applying medicine to her, and looked at her back, "Your boyfriend is very considerate, and he applied it very carefully. If your body is particularly itchy, let him apply some medicine on you."

"After applying the medicine, wait until it dries before putting on clothes."

"Um."

Fu Qinyuan helped her deal with her back, "What else is uncomfortable?"

"Gone."

"If it's itchy, remember to tell me." He put down the potion and blew on her back twice, trying to make the potion dry and evaporate faster, but it made Jing Xingyao feel uncomfortable.

*

Fu Qinyuan saw that it was almost done, so he got up and packed the medicine bottle with cotton swabs, went out to wash his hands, and when he came back, he saw Jing Xingyao struggling to button his clothes with one hand.

Her other hand is hanging on the medicine bottle, which is inconvenient for big movements.

"Do you want me to help you?"

"No, I'll do it myself!"

Fu Qinyuan didn't force it, and sat down next to the edge of the bed, just staring at her for a moment and performing "buttoning with one hand".

It was a routine and simple operation, but she was so busy in the corner that she couldn't do it.

It made Fu Qinyuan laugh.

"Do you have the ability to take care of yourself?"

He moved forward and reached out to help her fasten the buttons.

He acted like a gentleman, with a smile in his eyes, without the slightest intention of presumptuousness. After buttoning up the buttons, he helped her straighten some collars, and then said something in a low voice.

"If you can't take care of yourself..."

"Just give yourself to me."

Yaoshou is here, he is here, and again, with provocative words of love——

Master Liu, don't make moon cakes anymore.