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

"I'm in good health and still alive."

Yan Wangchuan said these words, Qiao Aiyun was stunned and at a loss, the seat belt snapped open instantly and collapsed back to its original position.

The atmosphere in the car was instantly stagnant and awkward.

Her facial nerves couldn't hold back and twitched violently.

The ear is a little hot, what the hell is this person talking about, have you asked him this?

And to put it so bluntly?

Rao is a certain age, and Qiao Aiyun's face is still red, and she panics.

However, Yan Wangchuan suddenly bullied her, so frightened that her back was clinging to the seat, not daring to move, he stretched out his long arm, grabbed the seat belt on her slanted back, and leaned over half of his body.

However, he has always been a decent person. Even at such a close distance, he is still polite and distant, maintaining his due demeanor. Except for the friction of his clothes, he has never crossed it in the slightest.

Pull the seat belt and help her fasten it.

"Don't you want children?" He asked very seriously with a focused look.

"I haven't considered this level yet." Qiao Aiyun told the truth.

A lot of things happened some time ago, and now she just wants to take good care of Song Fengwan. The third year of high school is too important. Although she is also thinking about her relationship with Yan Wangchuan, the child really didn't think about it.

Yan Wangchuan nodded, returned to his seat, and drove straight to Qiao's house.

Qiao Aiyun glanced at him, her face was cold and solemn, her face was paralyzed, her mouth was pursed, her whole body was tense, her fingers gripping the steering wheel slowly tightened, and the blue veins on the back of her hands burst out.

Obviously angry.

"Senior brother?" She called him tentatively.

"Yeah." The expression was scarce, and he answered indifferently.

"Angry?"

"No." Although his tone was as indifferent as usual, Qiao Aiyun could hear a bit of grievance.

Obviously angry.

Can this person stop being so bored, still holding back his anger?

"Senior brother, the relationship between the two of us is still uncertain..." She wanted to tell him what she was thinking about, and she dared to open the chat box, but was blocked by someone's words.

"Are you going to regret your marriage again?" Yan Wangchuan looked serious, and his eyes were sharp and terrifying like a falcon.

Qiao Aiyun took a breath, and then he said another sentence.

"You're going to abandon me again."

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, what did she want again? It made her seem like a ruthless woman, and her tone was inexplicably aggrieved and accusing.

"Senior brother, in fact, I feel that the relationship between the two of us is not yet stable, and it is too early to talk about having a child."

Qiao Aiyun softened her tone and wanted to communicate with him.

"And at my age, I can't give birth if I want to? Advanced mothers, do you know how dangerous it is to have children? If you don't get it right, it will really happen..."

Yan Wangchuan braked suddenly, the car almost stuck against the curb, made a harsh braking sound, and stopped steadily.

"There are still six months before the college entrance examination. I really don't have that kind of mind about other things. Even if I want a child, I have to think about it in the long run, don't you think?"

The other party does not speak.

Qiao Aiyun sighed.

Yan Wangchuan put one hand on the handbrake, and suddenly felt a warm hand slowly covering the back of his hand, soft and warm, and seemed to carry a peculiar fragrance, and slowly clenched his hand tightly, " Brother, am I right?"

His body was tense, and he couldn't come back to his senses.

she……

hold his hand?

Seeing that his face was still tense, Qiao Aiyun thought he was still angry, sighed, and retracted her hand in embarrassment, but someone moved faster and held her hand instead.

"What you said is right." Yan Wangchuan stared at the hands that the two held together, breathing a little heavy, feeling like he couldn't breathe.

The back of his hand was broad, with thin layers of calluses on his fingertips, but it was extremely hot. His palms were all sweaty, but he was holding onto her and would not let go.

Qiao Aiyun struggled twice to no avail, so she could only let him hold her, her face was burning and her heartbeat was a little faster.

"Senior brother? Let's drive."

Yan Wangchuan then let go of his hand reluctantly and continued to drive, Qiao Aiyun glanced at him.

A certain person who has always had a rare expression and is taciturn, with red ears, which is very inconsistent with his indifferent face.

shy?

Qiao Aiyun burst out laughing, but Yan Wangchuan only felt his ears hotter.

**

When the car was about to arrive at the villa area, a large number of reporters gathered outside, and the security guard of the community was guarding the door, leaving as much space as possible for vehicles to pass.

Qiao Aiyun sat up straight and looked outside, "What happened?"

Yan Wangchuan pursed his lips. Although his car had a local license plate, the reporters had never seen it before. He thought it was an ordinary resident in the community and didn't care, but let the car pass slowly.

When the two returned home, Qiao Wangbei immediately greeted them.

"Have you met a reporter?"

"There are many reporters outside the community." Qiao Aiyun stood at the entrance, bent down and took off her shoes, "What happened?"

"The bank announced that it will go bankrupt and liquidate the Song family." Qiao Wangbei raised his eyebrows.

Qiao Aiyun's fingers froze slightly. This company has grown from a small studio to a leading enterprise in Yuncheng. Qiao Aiyun has witnessed it with her own eyes. Now that the building has collapsed, in just a few days, how can it not make people feel embarrassed.

When she walked into the living room, the local channel in Yuncheng was broadcasting the situation of the Song family live.

A large number of reporters set up machines, all blocking the door of the company, and there were many debt collectors holding black and white banners, most of which read "Song Jingren, pay back my hard-earned money", and a large number of people gathered at the door of the company to collect debts.

"I read on the news that the Song family owed a lot of money, and the bank loans could not be met, and the previous partners were all small businesses that did something, but the balance was not settled, and the Song family fell, and these people's money also It will be a waste." Qiao Wangbei was speechless.

Qiao Aiyun glanced at the TV, "I owe a lot of money?"

"All the consignees of Song's consignment are concentrated, and they can't receive the payment for the goods. Naturally, they have no money to give to the suppliers, and the bank loans are not enough. It is a vicious circle. No one dares to lend him money."

"He's self-inflicted, he deserves it!" Qiao Wangbei snorted coldly, raised his hand and picked up the remote control to turn off the TV.

"What about others?" Qiao Aiyun asked.

"He must be looking for a place to hide. How many people in the city are looking for him now. As long as he shows up, those suppliers will definitely eat him to the ground. That kind of cowardice will definitely not appear." Qiao Wang Bei's tone was disdainful.

"This person was not found, so the reporters stopped here. I'm afraid they want to ask you about the situation. Don't go out recently."

"In the evening, I will go to the studio to pick up the late night, so that she will not be affected."

Qiao Aiyun nodded, "Where's Huaisheng?"

"I'm going to bed."

Qiao Wangbei had a headache when he thought of this little monk. He didn't know how to coax a child at all. He told him in a good voice, stop crying, this little guy cried even more brutally.

If it was his own son, he would have done it a long time ago, so he was tired from crying and went back to sleep.

"Then I'll help him pack up." Qiao Aiyun said and went upstairs.

When the Song family went bankrupt, Song Jingren's situation could be imagined. He had nothing and had to carry a large amount of debt, which was unavoidable.

**

Jiang Fengya also saw the news that the Song family was about to go bankrupt on the Internet, and hurried to the house where Song Jingren was currently renting.

As soon as she opened the door, the smell of alcohol, mixed with the pungent smell of cigarette smoke, made her cough so hard that she could see the man sitting on the sofa in the smoke.

The TV was playing news about the Song family. There were all kinds of documents, crumpled newspapers, and various wine bottles scattered on the ground. The ashtray on the coffee table was full of cigarette butts, and the whole room could not get down.

Jiang Fengya fumbled for a long time before turning on the light, "Dad—"

Wherever the lights reach, it is even more messy.

Song Jingren raised his eyelids and glanced at her with difficulty, "Are you here?"

Jiang Fengya walked towards him and cleaned up the garbage on the ground one by one, "Even if the company is gone, as long as you work hard, everything will still be there."

"Heh—" Song Jingren drank a lot of wine, his fingers trembling slightly while holding the cigarette butt, he put the cigarette butt to his mouth, "It's not that easy."

"The company is liquidated, and there are still many things. There should be no problem with the bank auctioning off the arrears. There is definitely a chance to start all over again."

Jiang Fengya has long known that the Song family has many machines and the like, including the Song family building, bank auctions, paying off debts, and there may be some money left.

Even if it is only a few hundred thousand, it is not a small sum of money for her.

The bursary was lost, Fu Yuxiu was about to go abroad, Song Jingren might still be able to get some money back.

"...I didn't expect that the last person who stayed by my side was actually you." Song Jingren smiled bitterly and took a deep breath.

"Those people also said that you are just coveting my money and wanting to climb high branches, it's all bullshit, you are my own daughter, not like Song Fengwan's dead girl, who has no conscience!"

Jiang Fengya's expression was a little unnatural, but it was a pity that Song Jingren was so immersed in her emotions that she never noticed her abnormality for a moment.

"For so many years, I really hurt her in vain. Now I dare to call someone else's father. I think she will change her surname to Yan soon. I know that Qiao Aiyun has an affair with that man!"

"I still keep saying that the two of them are innocent, I'm afraid they have already rolled into bed behind my back, bitch!"

The more Song Jingren thought about it, the more angry he became.

"Didn't my aunt and that Mr. Yan know each other very early? If they don't have feelings, how could they get engaged?" Jiang Fengya muttered in a low voice.

"Yeah, I don't have any feelings. What kind of relationship are the two parties? They're slandering me at the press conference and throwing dirty water on me. I think they've been hooked up long ago, and it's not clean."

As soon as Song Jingren remembered their meal at noon, he immediately became furious.

"It's normal for my sister to be friends with him. Isn't he rich? He must be good to her too."

When Song Jingren heard this, he raised his hand and knocked over several beer bottles on the table, "I think that the dead girl is not my seed. If it wasn't for his daughter, why would the Yan family treat her so well!"

He was even more embarrassed when he thought that he might have helped someone else raise a daughter for more than ten years.

A man's self-esteem seems to be trampled under his feet and crushed.

The fear of being dominated by Yan Wangchuan came up again from the bottom of my heart.

Jiang Fengya bit her lip, "Dad, don't be angry, you're divorced, it's useless to be entangled with this now."

"Damn, they must have set a trap long ago, and let me jump down. The company's shares are so valuable, they don't even want them. It's clear that they planned on me from the beginning."

Song Jingren recalled the past at this moment, Qiao Wangbei was so resolute, he didn't want anything valuable, he wanted a house and a shop, he wanted to divorce and cut off his relationship with him.

Thinking about it carefully, it was clearly premeditated.

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, I wish I could rush to their house and kill them all.

Song Jingren thought about it, and walked directly outside the door, he was going to find the pair of sluts to settle accounts.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a middle-aged man he didn't know. His eyes met, Song Jingren frowned, "Who are you?"

Jiang Zhiqiang smiled, "Oh, I found you..."

As soon as Jiang Fengya heard his voice, her body was stunned, her heart was full of fear, why did he come again.

**

Yuncheng Fu Family

The housekeeper instructed the servants, was packing things, and went abroad in three days, the time was too tight.

Sun Qionghua went out to buy gifts, and later went to Qiao's house to make amends, so he couldn't do it empty-handed.

Fu Chen was in his room, looking down at the Buddhist scriptures.

Qianjiang knocked on the door, "Third Master."

"What's wrong?"

"There is a situation."

"Huh?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

"Jiang Fengya's adoptive father found Song Jingren. I'm afraid something will happen."

Fu Chen lifted his eyelids and glanced at Qianjiang, "Keep an eye on that side, notify Yan Wangchuan, let him pay attention, Song Jingren is desperate now, and he is afraid that he will be forced to do something."

"Yeah." Qianjiang went out in response.

Fu Chen lowered his head and rubbed the title page of the Buddhist scriptures, always feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

The scum father will struggle to the death once...

Afraid of being tortured to death.