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

Oriental studio

At about 5:30, the students in the studio went out to have dinner one after another. Song Fengwan tidied up his painting tools, stretched out his hand to pinch the sore back of his neck, and rummaged to find the mobile phone in his pocket.

During the study time, they were all set to silent mode. Just after I touched it, the messages and missed calls on the screen were almost all from Fu Chen.

He knew his schedule and would never look for her at this time. She walked out of the classroom with her mobile phone, ready to call him back.

Even without going out, his phone rang again.

"Third brother, what's the matter?" Song Fengwan lowered his voice and stood in the corridor.

"Where are you?" After the call was connected, Fu Chen's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

"In the studio, didn't you say to come over around six o'clock? Looking for me so early?"

The two had made an appointment to have dinner together, and Fu Chen was going to pick up the pregnant woman, so the time would be later, so they made an appointment at six o'clock.

"Is there anyone in your studio?"

"There are a lot of people." It was cold, and many students brought their own biscuits and bread, and they didn't want to go out at all. It coincided with the fast school recruitment, and the studio was basically staffed 24 hours a day.

"Then you stay in the classroom and don't come out!"

"What's wrong?" Song Fengwan smelled something unusual in his tone.

"Wait until I go to pick you up. Before that, don't come out alone. Even if you go to the toilet, you also grab a classmate. Do you hear me?" Fu Chen repeatedly urged.

"Yes." Song Fengwan obediently agreed.

She had a premonition in her heart that something was wrong, but Fu Chen didn't say anything, and she didn't ask any further questions, so she returned to the classroom.

**

outside the studio

Jiang Zhiqiang hid in the alley diagonally opposite the studio, squatting on the ground with a cigarette in his mouth.

Open your head like a thief.

He had been waiting here at five o'clock, and half an hour had passed. There were many students coming in and out, but Song Fengwan was not seen. He was completely impatient.

He straightened up, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, and went straight into the studio.

There are too many people going in and out at the moment, no one cares at all, and the teacher is not there, so no one stops him from going in.

The studio has three floors and more than a dozen classrooms. It is not easy to find someone, so he can only visit one by one.

When he found Song Fengwan's classroom, it was seven minutes later. Song Fengwan was chatting with a few classmates, and he squinted at her.

When I met her in the university town before, I thought this girl was too beautiful.

Her eyes are watery, her skin is tender, her lips are red and her teeth are white. This lady from a rich family is indeed spoiled, her skin is so tender that water can be squeezed out.

If you can taste it, the taste must be very ecstasy.

Those thief eyes sized her up carefully.

Obscene to the extreme.

There was a lewd smile on the corner of his mouth, and he had repeatedly simulated the filthy scene in his mind, staring at her small mouth, smiling very lewdly.

He subconsciously licked the corners of his mouth. Anyway, Song Jingren himself said just now that even if the kidnapping happened to this rich family, he would only try his best to conceal it, so even if he had a relationship with this girl...

It is estimated that the problem is not too big.

Song Jingren fucked his wife, and he has nowhere to vent his grievance.

Little girl, don't blame uncle, this is what your father owes me, and you should help him pay it back.

Song Fengwan felt that someone was staring at her, she glanced at the door of the classroom, but there was no one, she suddenly turned her head and looked at the back door...

No one was there.

"Wan Wan, what's the matter with you?" The girls chatting together saw that she was a little strange.

"It's okay." Song Fengwan was suspicious. Could it be that he was overthinking?

**

In the bathroom of the studio at this moment

Jiang Zhiqiang was about to call her out and drag her away, but before he could speak, a pair of hands stretched out from his back, covered his mouth, held down his arm, and dragged him into the bathroom.

He tried his best to break free, but the man's arms were thick and unshakable like steel and iron.

The person was dragged into the bathroom, and he caught a glimpse of two people walking in. Before one of them came in, he hung up the cleaning sign and locked the door with his backhand.

There are not many students in the drawing room at this moment, but no one pays attention.

As soon as Qian Jiang let go, Jiang Zhiqiang hurriedly broke away from him, dodged to the corner, and looked alert, "Who are you?"

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "Song Jingren asked you to come?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Jiang Zhiqiang is a bastard, telling lies and talking nonsense.

"Don't understand?" Fu Chen chuckled.

Qian Jiang grabbed him and covered his mouth with his hand again.

Shifang locked the door, reached out and rubbed his wrist, "I haven't done anything for a long time..."

As he spoke, he walked over and punched him hard in the stomach. Jiang Zhiqiang let out a muffled grunt. Then, the fist fell like a rainstorm of pear blossoms, causing him to groan in pain.

Unexpectedly, his hands and feet were restrained by the people behind him, so he could only be beaten passively.

"You don't understand, do you? I'll call until you can understand."

"Where were you looking at just now? That's someone you can see, and he's so lewd."

"Believe it or not, I'll gouge your eyes out."

...

Qian Jiang said with a straight face, "Can you shut up?"

They all started to do it, so why not bb.

It wasn't until Fu Chen raised his hand that Qian Jiang let go. Jiang Zhiqiang was beaten until he vomited blood, making Qian Jiang's hands all over, and he wiped his clothes a few times in disgust.

"Now do you know who sent you here?" Fu Chen stared at him condescendingly.

"It's Song Jingren, it's him." A person like Jiang Zhiqiang dares to be ignorant of morals. He sees the wind as the rudder, and the situation is not good, so he naturally recruits them all. "It's all he said, let me get his daughter back... ..."

"Do you have other plans?"

"It's gone, he asked me to tie up his daughter..." Jiang Zhiqiang knelt on the ground, clutching his stomach and coughing continuously.

Fu Chen took out his mobile phone and called Yan Wangchuan to inform him that he was fine.

"...Now, can you let me go?" Jiang Zhiqiang collapsed more than anyone else. He was beaten violently before he could do anything, and he felt aggrieved.

He didn't know these three people at all, who the hell were they?

"Continue to fight, save your breath and send it to the police station." Fu Chen said, turned and walked out.

This time it was not Shifang who did it.

But Qianjiang.

His strength was ruthless, and his fists were terrific. Shi Fang stood beside him, took a box of xylitol from his pocket, and chewed two.

Jiang Zhiqiang could only curl up, trying to avoid hitting his vital parts, and screaming.

Very speechless: I'm a good boy, it's too cruel.

It was his own fault, and he deserved it.

He was not a good person in the first place, he was sneaky and gambled, and this time he went to join his family's third master, didn't he intend to seek death?

**

Joe's Villa

Qiao Aiyun has already packed her pregnancy stuff and is waiting for the arrival of the Fu family in the living room.

Yan Wangchuan was uncharacteristically standing at the window, staring at the pots of orchids with a solemn expression.

I went out to answer a phone call, and when I came back, I only said I was going out, touched the car keys, and ran out without even putting on my coat.

"Brother!" When Qiao Aiyun went out with his down jacket in her arms, the car disappeared, "What's going on, I'm in such a hurry."

"Maybe the company is in a hurry." Qiao Wangbei didn't know what was going on at all, he only knew that the little monk Huaisheng was about to be sent out, and he was very happy.

He was also thinking about going out for a bath with Yan Wangchuan when he left later.

**

In the rental house

The sky was completely dark, the air was cold and oppressive, and the time was pointing to six o'clock.

Song Jingren couldn't wait for the news, and he was anxious, pacing back and forth in the room.

Jiang Fengya sat on the sofa, burning with anxiety. No matter whether she succeeds or fails in this matter, she will be implicated, and if she is really going to die, she can't sit still.

"Dad, I'm going out to make a phone call. The signal in this room is not very good..."

"Go, let's go." Song Jingren was thinking about how to blackmail Qiao Aiyun when Jiang Zhiqiang brought someone here later, how could he care about her.

Jiang Fengya didn't take the key, and walked out with the door open.

She climbed a few flights of stairs, stood by the window at the top of the stairs, her fingers trembling slightly while holding the phone...

She has to find a way out for herself.

If Jiang Zhiqiang succeeds in kidnapping Song Fengwan, even if he has money, he will be killed by a fugitive in the future. If he is not tied up and found out, the consequences will be even worse. The Qiao family will definitely come to him.

She has seen how powerful Qiao Wangbei is.

Holding a knife, that is a ruthless character who dares to kill.

Can't afford it.

Dad, don't blame me, I don't want to die with you...

When she was in a daze, she saw a black Land Rover parked downstairs of the unit. Song Jingren rented an old-fashioned residential complex on the 6th floor. Standing here, she could clearly see every move downstairs.

She saw a person push the door and get out of the car, heading straight for their apartment building.

It wasn't until he approached the door of the building that he could see the man's face clearly by the streetlight.

Jiang Fengya's legs were inexplicably weak, and the cold wind blew in, making his back feel cold.

She should have informed Song Jingren, but her legs seemed to be filled with lead, and she couldn't move at all...

Ten seconds later, she heard a muffled sound...

"Duang—" a sound.

The door was kicked open, hit the wall, and there was another explosion, his little face turned pale with fright.

On the old floor, it seemed that the whole building shook violently. Her legs were weak, and she leaned on the wall to support her body.

**

Song Jingren was still pacing in the room, when the door was kicked open, he was also trembling with fright, and then he took a closer look to see who it was.

The face covered with scars was even more blue and white.

"...you..." Song Jingren cried out in his heart that something was wrong.

It must have been discovered.

Sure enough, this kind of bastard and hooligan can't do anything.

Yan Wangchuan strode towards him with a bleak expression and serious eyes.

It was gloomy and cold, exuding a coolness.

"What are you doing here?" Song Jingren's lips trembled, remembering that he had beaten him twice before, his body instinctively backed away in fear.

But Yan Wangchuan moved faster and kicked him directly in the chest.

Song Jingren's thin body, like an arrow from the string, hit the sofa behind him, hit his back, the pain made him sweat, as if he had been knocked open and torn, and his chest was in severe pain.

His body limply slumped against the sofa, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The facial features are even more painful and distorted.

Yan Wangchuan felt complacently relieved, "Song Jingren, I warned you, if you touch their mother and daughter again, I want you to look good."

Song Jingren was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

He was beaten up by Jiang Zhiqiang just now, how could he stand Yan Wangchuan's kick.

"If you continue to engage in these dirty tricks behind the scenes, even if you are Wanwan's biological father, I will kill you."

Song Jingren shook his head vigorously.

This man's eyes are gloomy and gloomy, and his speech is even less emotional. It will really kill him.

...

It's just that when Yan Wangchuan wanted to do something again, he frowned slightly when the siren sounded from outside.

He agreed with Fu Chen that he would call the police and arrest him after he came over to clean up the bastard.

Otherwise, if he couldn't breathe out, he could really suffocate to death.

A tiger's poison does not eat its children, this bastard dares to attack his own daughter, he is really inhumane.

It's just that they didn't do anything, why did the police come so fast.

**

Accompanied by a group of policemen rushing into the house, Song Jingren was directly taken away.

Yan Wangchuan followed and recorded a statement.

Jiang Zhiqiang was sent to the police station by Qian Jiang. Just now he admitted that Song Jingren ordered him to kidnap Song Fengwan, and he was also recorded by Fu Chen. The facts and evidence are very clear.

Most of the injuries on Song Jingren's body were caused by Jiang Zhiqiang's beating. Nian Yan Wangchuan was also anxious, so he gave a verbal warning, but did not impose any punishment.

However, Song Jingren was arrested and Qiao Aiyun's mother and daughter were involved.

Both were called to the police station to find out what happened.

They just learned that so many things happened...

The man was arrested by Fu Chen, and with Mr. Fu present, three points are important in this round, and the murderer must be severely punished.

Who can provoke people from the capital.

**

After the chaos and chaos, a group of people left the police station after tossing until dawn.

Fu Chen didn't go to Qiao's house, and parted ways with them at the gate of the police station.

On the way back, Shi Fang opened his mouth.

"Third Master, this Jiang Fengya is so ruthless. She called the police and arrested her biological father and adoptive father. She even had to personally identify the two of them. They went to jail, but she was fine."

"Even though she was indeed present at the time of the planning, she didn't take part in it, and even reported it to the police in person, which is really poisonous."

"Song Jingren's company's accounts are not clear, and I'm afraid he won't be able to come out easily. That Jiang Zhiqiang still has a criminal record, and the recidivist will be given a severe punishment."

"Jiang Fengya is an important witness, and the police have to send someone to guard her. Even if the second wife wants to drive her out of Yuncheng, she would not dare to be an enemy of the police."

Fu Chen kept turning the beads with his fingers. He really didn't expect Jiang Fengya to take this step.

People in the world are afraid of ghosts and gods, but they don't know...

The most poisonous thing is the human heart.

The scumbag father successfully received the lunch box and sprinkled flowers~

Everyone stopped leaving messages today, I feel like I’m holding back to send me blades o(╥﹏╥)o

Nothing happened in Wanwan, the scumbag plan failed, and you will suffer the consequences, so those who want to send me blades can rest [cover your face]

The following should be that the senior brother is going to chase his wife [cover face], those who like the senior brother can look forward to it

I think it's better to get the certificate first and then deal with the matter, and then talk about having children. Brother insists on going backwards and talking about having children first. I feel very helpless towards him...

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