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

Song Feng returned home in the morning, squatted in the bathroom and cried for a long time. When he got up, his eyes were sore, his head was dizzy, and he felt dizzy for a while.

Her footsteps were sloppy, her knees hit the edge of the toilet, her consciousness returned, she took a breath, washed her face and went straight back to her room.

Although she had already drawn a clear line with Song Jingren, this man was her biological father after all, and they had lived together for more than ten years. If she had no affection at all, it would be a lie.

You know he is bad, but let someone kidnap you? She couldn't have dreamed of such a thing.

Lying on the bed, tossing and turning, having trouble falling asleep.

The eyes were obviously so painful that they couldn't open them, and the tears continued to flow down.

On the way, both Qiao Aiyun and Qiao Wangbei knocked on the door and asked her to eat. She didn't have an appetite. In fact, everyone was not in the mood to eat, so naturally they wouldn't force her.

Song Fengwan's head was in a daze, and she didn't know when she fell asleep. When she woke up and took out the phone from under the pillow, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

Fu Chen sent her a message six hours ago.

[I want to have dinner with you. 】

She got under the covers, cleared her throat and called him.

The phone was connected, "Third brother, I have been sleeping and haven't seen your message."

"Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

"It's okay." It may be too uncomfortable, but I don't feel hungry.

"I'm hungry."

"You haven't eaten yet?"

Fu Chen's voice was very weak, "I'm in your community."

Song Fengwan was stunned for a moment, jumped out of bed and opened the curtains, in the dark night, there was heavy snow, and the cold wind swept across the cotton-like snowflakes, flying wantonly, and the scenery outside the window was covered with snow.

In the black night, pure whiteness.

Like a black and white movie, beautiful and silent.

Before she could speak, she heard Fu Chen continue, "I've been waiting for you all day, I'm very hungry."

"It's snowing outside, why don't you go back?"

"I want to see you." The surroundings were extremely quiet, his voice was low and hoarse, like a morning bell, falling on her ears, and the hearts of those who listened were twisted into a ball.

"wait for me a while."

"Put on more clothes, there's no rush." ​​Fu Chen hung up the phone after telling him.

...

Song Fengwan was wearing pajamas, wrapped in a down jacket and ran downstairs.

As soon as she reached the first floor, she found that the lights were on, and Qiao Aiyun was leaning on the sofa, covered with a blanket, and was already sound asleep.

Yan Wangchuan was sitting on another single sofa, with a computer on his lap, the light refracted by the computer set off his face even more deserted and desolate.

"Uncle Yan?" Song Fengwan's heart skipped a beat, feeling a little guilty for no reason.

"Going out?" Yan Wangchuan looked up at her.

"..." Song Fengwan tugged at his clothes with his fingers, "I... have a friend looking for me, go out for a while, and come back right away."

"Snowing."

"Well, I'll be back soon." Song Fengwan was lying, his face was flushed, but you go to Yan Wangchuan again, and open the door quietly...

A gust of cold wind hit, Shuoxue rushed towards her face, she subconsciously squinted her eyes, turned around and closed the door.

next second

The wind stopped and the snow stopped.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Fu Chen standing at the door of her house holding an umbrella.

In a daze, she recalled the first time she met Fu Chen, it was raining all over the sky, and he was also standing under the umbrella...

"Why don't you put on more clothes." Fu Chen walked to the corridor and raised his hand to gather the fur collar of her down jacket.

Song Fengwan's eyes were reddish, and he kept silent.

Fu Chen was standing one step lower than her...

"Your face is very red, don't you have a fever?"

"No." She was a little nervous when she met Yan Wangchuan just now.

"Late night..."

"Ok?"

"I told you, don't be afraid of anything that happens, third brother will protect you." Fu Chen looked at her, as if they only had each other in their eyes.

Song Fengwan had a sour nose and nodded slightly.

"Whether you follow me or not in the future, I will obey you and will not change for the rest of my life, understand?"

She moved half an inch towards Fu Chen with small steps, her eyes were red, "Third brother... I feel uncomfortable."

She was crying, hot and humid tears wet his neck, Fu Chen loosened his fingers, and the umbrella slipped from between his fingers, he stretched out his hand and hugged her directly into his arms.

she suffers...

He was even more uncomfortable.

"You are you, he is him, don't punish yourself with other people's mistakes, you are uncomfortable, and I am also uncomfortable."

"Some people don't know how sad you are. After crying this time, stop crying for him. Think about those who like you, care about you, and love you deeply..."

"Think about me again."

Everyone understands the truth, but some emotions are really uncontrollable. If you don't vent them, you may keep them in your heart.

Fu Chen took a deep breath, tightened his arms, and pulled her into his arms, covering her from all the wind and snow.

...

She didn't let go until Song Fengwan was tired from crying.

"Get in the car and talk." Fu Chen stretched out his arms to hold her and walked into the car.

The air is damp and cold, walking around the lungs, the coolness penetrates into the bones, making people shiver, the ground is covered with water and thin snow, and there is a crackling sound when one's feet go down.

When the two arrived in the car, the heating was sufficient. Song Fengwan sniffed, took the tissue from Fu Chen, and kept wiping away his tears, feeling rather embarrassed.

"Do you want to eat something?"

"No, I have to go back right away, and I'm not very hungry."

Fu Chen took an exquisitely packaged dessert from the back seat of the car and handed it to her, "Then eat some of this, it's cold, and I wanted to buy you something to eat, but I'm afraid it won't taste good if it gets cold, so there's only this."

Song Fengwan nodded, and opened the box. The mousse cake was a small one, and it still smelled sweet.

She picked up the spoon beside her, scooped up a piece and handed it to Fu Chen, "Do you want to eat?"

Fu Chen shook his head, he didn't particularly like anything, including sweets.

"Why do I feel like you don't like anything?" Except for the matter of believing in Buddhism, "I don't seem to have seen anything you are passionate about."

"Who said no." Fu Chen turned to look at her.

"what?"

"I like you, okay?"

Song Fengwan coughed twice, lowered his head to eat, "Well... where did you buy it, this one is pretty delicious." She changed the subject abruptly.

Fu Chen smiled lowly, "Is it delicious?"

"nice."

Song Fengwan lowered his head and continued eating dessert.

**

Joe's at the moment

Yan Wangchuan watched Song Fengwan leave, and was not in a hurry to go out, because Fu Chen sent him a message a few minutes ago.

Fu Chen: [Are Aunt Yun and Uncle Qiao's family asleep? 】

Yan Wangchuan frowned, uncle of the Qiao family? He didn't even throw a word, and started to recognize his relatives. He was really glib, and he bowed his head and replied: [Sleep. 】

Fu Chen: [I see that the living room is still lit. 】

Yan Wangchuan: [Ai Yun left food for her, afraid that she would be hungry in the middle of the night, so she kept watch in the living room. She fell asleep, but I didn't. 】

Fu Chen: [Come out late later, it's convenient for you. 】

Yan Wangchuan frowned, why did he have the illusion that he was helping others to do bad things, but he still replied: [En]

Fu Chen: [You and Aunt Yun still haven't made any progress? 】

Yan Wangchuan: [There is progress. 】

Fu Chen: [For example? 】

Yan Wangchuan: [We hold hands. 】

Fu Chen smiled lowly: 【Men should take the initiative in this kind of matter. Aunt Yun has a lot of worries now. Women think a lot. After thinking about it, they might not agree to be with you. Space needs to be given to her. The status has to be settled earlier, and when it's time to swear sovereignty, you must be stronger. 】

Yan Wangchuan kept squinting his eyes, looking at Fu Chen's last message.

Be strong, take the initiative, and swear sovereignty.

He also found it very reasonable.

Knowing that Song Feng would not be back for a while, he tilted his head and looked at Qiao Aiyun. The blanket on her body had already slipped onto her lap. Yan Wangchuan put the computer on his lap to one side and slowly sat beside her.

He stretched out his hand and gently pulled the blanket to her shoulders, perhaps half of the sofa collapsed, Qiao Aiyun tilted her head, and leaned against Yan Wangchuan.

Face to face, the distance between the tip of their noses is only a short distance away.

Yan Wangchuan took a deep breath, made a long-term mental achievement, and tilted his head slightly.

He approached gently...

The screen is full of snowflakes.

The middle-aged man actually blushed a little.

It's just that there is a sudden door opening sound outside...

When he came back to his senses, Song Fengwan was standing at the entrance, eyes open, looking at him for a moment.

Yan Wangchuan suddenly jumped away.

Qiao Aiyun had no body to rely on, she fell on the sofa and woke up suddenly.

"..." She opened her eyes in bewilderment, "Wanwan, are you awake? Have you gone out?"

"It's snowing outside, I want to see it." Song Fengwan coughed twice.

"Fall asleep." Qiao Aiyun got up, "Are you hungry, I'll heat up your meal and make you some soup."

Before she could speak, Qiao Aiyun had already turned and entered the kitchen.

Song Fengwan took off his clothes, put them on the sofa, and met Yan Wangchuan's eyes.

His eyes were indifferent as usual, his expression was dull, and he couldn't see any expression, but his ears were slightly red, and he couldn't hide his embarrassment.

"Brother, you can eat some too." Qiao Aiyun greeted.

"En." Yan Wangchuan replied in a muffled voice, his palms dripping with sweat.

Song Fengwan bit her lip, she didn't seem to come back at the right time.

But steal a kiss?

Uncle Yan would be so cowardly?

Wanwan, don't look down on Uncle Yan, your third master was even more cowardly before, and I don't know how many times he has secretly kissed you...

Wanwan: Haha, the cake is good.

...

Guess, Wanwan will assist, so let him keep it a secret, Senior Brother Yan, be nervous, someone saw it...