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

Yuncheng Fu Family

Sun Qionghua's slap made not only Fu Chen a little surprised, but the Fu family's butlers were all stunned and shocked, standing on the edge, stunned.

The housekeeper saw Fu Shen enter the room, "Madam, that..."

Sun Qionghua was trembling with anger, his fingers tightened, and he looked at the housekeeper, clearly not wanting to listen to him, so he had to take two steps back angrily.

"Fu Yuxiu, let me tell you, the matter has been decided, and you can't let it go."

Fu Yuxiu's face was burning with pain. After all, he was in his twenties and was slapped by his mother in front of the servants. The man's self-esteem couldn't get over it, and his heart was so angry that he rushed up.

"I'm just not going." His voice rose, trying to get a head start.

"You've been very obedient since you were young, and now you are here yelling at me for a woman?"

"Why don't you discuss it with me?"

"You still have the face to ask me, how did you promise me before? You said you didn't contact her, or did you secretly communicate behind my back? Do you think I can't find the phone information?" Sun Qionghua sneered.

Mentioning this, Fu Yuxiu was still a little guilty, "Are you investigating me? Could you give me some respect and personal space?"

"I also want to respect you. You broke my trust in you first, so I don't understand how good she is. You are simply fascinated."

"You don't want to go abroad, do you, want to be with her?"

"Then you immediately give me a letter to sever the mother-son relationship with me, and I will immediately publish a statement in the newspaper that if you die, I will not care!" Sun Qionghua got anxious and made a big move.

Fu Yuxiu originally wanted to shout, but when he heard that he wanted to cut off the relationship, he blushed, and the words that came to his mouth were swallowed back.

In addition to the bruised scars on his face, the fingerprints of his fingers became clearer.

Sun Qionghua has always acted resolutely, and he was really able to cut off ties with him. Moreover, the person in front of him was his mother after all, so how could he have no feelings?

"I'll have someone handle the formalities, and leave in three days." Sun Qionghua said a word and turned around.

Seeing Fu Chen, he looked embarrassed and a little embarrassed.

"Third, when did you come?" She straightened her hair and smiled unnaturally.

"Just arrived, mother knew that you were leaving, and asked me to pick up Huaisheng, and by the way, let's see if I need help."

When Fu Yuxiu saw Fu Chen, he bowed his head, embarrassed and angry.

"Huaisheng is still at Qiao's house, so you may have to go for a trip yourself." Sun Qionghua had been busy all night, and his expression was a little tired.

"Um."

"Did you come here overnight? Have you eaten? I'll let someone get you something. You can rest first. I'll go to Qiao's house with you later." She had to apologize.

"Eat, I'll go upstairs to rest first, you're busy." After Fu Chen finished speaking, he went upstairs.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared that Sun Qionghua pinched his aching forehead. Although they were a family, they didn't have much contact. Fu Chen had never been close to him. He said he was familiar, but he was similar to a stranger. She couldn't hold back her face.

The headache got worse.

**

cloud city university

It was already midnight when Jiang Fengya returned to the dormitory yesterday. She had an injury on her face and asked for a leave of absence from class on the grounds of her health.

The roommate finished class, and when she went back, she patted her quilt, "Still sleeping?"

"No." She hid her head under the quilt, not daring to show her face.

"If you're not feeling well, go to the infirmary to have a look. I put the class notes this time on your desk. We're going to have dinner later, do you want to bring them?"

"No, thank you." Song Jingren can't take care of herself now, she still has to get a scholarship, so she can't fall behind in her studies.

"I heard that the senior is going abroad, do you know?"

Fu Yuxiu was often called the senior in their dormitory, and she jumped up from the bed, "What did you say?"

When she came back yesterday, everyone slept, and no one saw her face hurt at all. At this moment, she was shocked to see the scab on the corner of her mouth and the redness and swelling on her face that had not dissipated.

"Fengya, what's wrong with your face?"

"Who did you hear that Fu Yuxiu is going abroad?" Jiang Fengya jumped out of bed and dragged the roommate who was talking to her just now.

"The whole school knows about it. His family will handle the formalities for him early in the morning." Fu Yuxiu is also considered a celebrity at school, so all kinds of news naturally spread quickly, "His family is so rich, it's normal to go abroad. Is it popular to go abroad for gilding?"

Jiang Fengya couldn't breathe well.

Go abroad!

Can't let him go!

She held her mobile phone and kept calling Fu Yuxiu. The prompt sound was that the other party was on the phone, so she could only send him a message.

[Yu Xiu, what's going on? I heard you are going abroad? because of me? What should I do if you leave? 】

Message sending, WeChat prompt.

[You are no longer a friend of the other party. 】

Jiang Fengya was so anxious that she wore her clothes and ran out.

Before he left the campus, he was called back by the counselor on the phone.

In Yuncheng University, the counselor is almost equivalent to the head teacher, and she is waiting in her dormitory at the moment, she can only run back.

When she arrived at the dormitory, in the six-person dormitory, several roommates sat on their stools without saying a word. The atmosphere was particularly solemn. Her counselor was sitting in her seat with a bottle of her essence in her hand. .

"Senior sister." Jiang Fengya panted anxiously, her heart beating nervously.

"Didn't you ask your roommate to ask for sick leave for you? Why don't you stay in the dormitory when you're sick?" This counselor is also a student, a first-year graduate student, so it's no exaggeration to call her sister Acoustics.

"I'll go to the infirmary to get some medicine."

"Have you got the medicine?"

"Not yet." Jiang Fengya lowered her head.

"You have applied for a poverty grant before."

"Yeah." She applied for it when she was just enrolled in school. Her household registration is still in Jiang's family. According to those conditions, she can apply for it. She has five or six thousand dollars a year. For her, it is not a small amount of money.

"Your essence is more than 1,000 yuan. With this condition, you still have the nerve to apply for a poverty stipend? I think the cosmetics on your table will cost tens of thousands of yuan." They are all girls and are naturally sensitive to these.

"Senior, these are all gifts from others."

"Someone told me recently that you spend a lot of money and you don't deserve to apply for a grant, and there's been a lot of news about you recently, and you don't need this condition at all, so I gave your place to someone else."

Jiang Fengya was startled.

"And recently someone and the school reported that you have a bad style."

"Even if you get to the university and the control is loose, you can't go out and ruin the reputation of our school. If there is another time, you are afraid that you will not be able to stay in the school."

"Put your mind on your studies, don't always think about some crooked ways."

Several roommates looked at each other in dismay, isn't the counselor just scolding her in disguise?

Jiang Fengya didn't know when the counselor left. She returned to the bed with the strange eyes of her roommate, and tears kept falling.

This was clearly a warning given to her by the Fu family.

"Fengya, senior sister just now..." A roommate who got along well walked over and handed her a piece of tissue.

Jiang Fengya kicked off her shoes, pulled the quilt, and slept without taking off her clothes, which made the roommate a little embarrassed.

"Okay, don't worry about her, it's not that we said her, didn't we just recognize a rich father? Shame on us?"

"That's right, didn't you move out to live in a villa some time ago, and when you came back, she looked like she was dead, as if someone owed her."

"The counselor was here just now, why didn't she lose her temper and play a big lady's temper on us."

"Okay, don't say a word."

...

Jiang Fengya is an illegitimate daughter. Since she moved out of the dormitory, there have been many rumors in the school, and many people are jealous.

Song Jingren lost power and was publicly scolded by his ex-wife. The video spread everywhere. She moved back to the dormitory at the moment, and everyone didn't say it outright, and they were somewhat gloating in their hearts.

The roommate cared about her kindly. Naturally, someone couldn't see her like this.

She was so angry that she hid in the bed, and the tears couldn't stop falling.

**

Oriental Studio

When it was almost noon, Song Fengwan packed up in advance and prepared to go out to the restaurant.

Yan Wangchuan's place was very close to the studio, just two steps away, so she didn't let anyone pick him up.

She had just cleaned the brushes, and the cold water was piercing. She rubbed her red fingers from the cold. As soon as she walked out of the studio, she saw a familiar figure standing across the road.

Song Jingren was all black, with unshaven edge, unshaven beard, scarlet eyes, blue-black eye sockets, cold wind, and thin body trembling.

"Late night." Song Jingren hurriedly ran across the road and was almost hit by a car.

Song Fengwan continued to rub her fingers, watching him run to her side, holding a cup of milk tea in his hand, "I just bought it for you, it's still hot."

He smiled at her, his hair was a little greasy, maybe because he was under too much pressure recently, crushing his back, unable to straighten his waist, and humbled him.

"Are you okay?" Song Fengwan's tone was cold, as if she was talking to a stranger.

Cold strangeness.

Song Jingren's heart seemed to be grabbed fiercely. He remembered that when Song Feng saw him late, he always smiled and hugged him and called Dad.

"Evening, I just want to see you." He clenched the milk tea in his hand.

"Then now that you have seen it, can you leave?" Song Fengwan turned around and left.

Song Jingren took a big step, blocking her way, "Let's have dinner together at noon?"

"I've already made an appointment with someone."

"What about that night?" Song Jingren chased after him.

"Also have an appointment."

Song Jingren saw her cold attitude and thought she was deliberately trying to perfunctory him. From beginning to end, she never looked at him directly. In the winter, a basin of cold water was poured over her head, and her whole body was cold.

"That..." He still had business to say, hesitantly, but he still said, "Do you know your mother's new number?"

The company is in jeopardy, the bank's people have blocked the door, and he has nowhere to go, so he can only ask Qiao Aiyun.

"I'm just looking for her for something."

"Can you tell me her phone number?"

His tone was almost pleading, he reached out and grabbed Song Fengwan's clothes, hunched over his waist, and almost knelt down for her.

Song Fengwan raised her arm and shook off his hand.

He just said coldly, "You're blocking my way."

After she finished speaking, she bypassed him and left directly.

Song Jingren's shoulder was bumped, and his body staggered. Seeing Song Fengwan walking away, his heart was sour and astringent.

When he regained his senses and chased out again, Song Fengwan was nowhere to be seen.

He looked around for a long time and finally saw her in a restaurant.

She was inside, and he could only stand outside and watch.

In an ordinary small restaurant, Yan Wangchuan was pouring water for her. She held the water glass and kept smiling at him.

Yan Wangchuan and Qiao Aiyun were sitting on one side, while Song Fengwan was an old lady. Although she was very old, the corners of her nose and mouth were somewhat similar to Yan Wangchuan's. It must be his mother.

Four people sit together like a family.

Song Jingren watched them talk and laugh, his heart seemed to be thrown on the ground, repeatedly crushed and tugged, and even his breathing felt painful.

All of this should have belonged to him.

**

Yan Wangchuan accommodated Song Fengwan and chose the nearest restaurant.

"Hello, Grandma Yan." After Song Feng went in late, she called out obediently.

Originally, Yan Wangchuan was sitting next to the old lady, but he was dismissed by him. She took Song Feng and sat down, "Be good, be next to grandma, she looks so beautiful, Ai Yun, very similar to you."

Song Fengwan bowed his head and said nothing.

"Look at your little hands, it's hard to study." The old lady touched her little hands repeatedly.

"fine."

"I'll just say that in Yuncheng, the weather is not good. You haven't been to Nanjiang, have you?"

"No." Xu Shi Qiao Aiyun had a guilty conscience and felt sorry for the Yan family. His home was in Nanjiang, so she naturally wouldn't take her daughter there.

"Nanjiang is very interesting. After your college entrance examination, how many days will you stay with grandma?"

Song Feng smiled and said nothing.

"Nanjiang University is also good, South America is also very good, go to university there."

Yan Wangchuan was a little nervous seeing Song Fengwan, "Mom, it's a little early to say this now."

"It's not too early. When you and Ai Yun get married and settle in Nanjiang, you can still throw away the child. You have to consider everything."

Song Fengwan lowered her head and did not dare to speak. How dare she say that her first choice was the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts.

"If you two want to move out in the future, or have children, you can live with me every night, and I will take care of you. It's great."

Qiao Aiyun choked directly on a sip of tea.

Song Fengwan was even more dumbfounded?

Brother and sister? She never thought of such a thing.

Many people want senior brother and Ms. Qiao to have a child...

I just want to say, have you thought about how old this kid is?

The third master is of high generation, this little furry boy is his brother-in-law, or sister-in-law, this... [covering face]