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

The cold wind was bleak, and the shadows of the trees swayed and fell on Yan Wangchuan. The overlapping of light and shadow made it even more gloomy.

Song Fengwan leaned closer to Fu Chen's side slightly, and lowered his voice, "Third brother, are you embarrassed now?"

Fu Chen glanced at her, but didn't make a sound.

How did he know that Yan Wangchuan turned back so quickly.

He has always been good at calculating people's hearts, and he has always been the only one who cheats others, but this time, he feels like being thrown away after being used up.

Unhappy to the extreme.

"Senior brother, you returned to Nanjiang in the morning, why did you come back so quickly?" Qiao Aiyun took out the key from her bag, although she was surprised, she felt a little sweet in her heart.

Yan Wangchuan didn't make a sound, but stepped back to let her open the door, his eyes fixed on Fu Chen.

If he hadn't come back in time, maybe he didn't understand, Fu Chen would have stabbed him in the back.

Insidious and cunning.

"Aunt Yun, since I've sent you back, I'll take my leave first." Fu Chen is not stupid, Yan Wangchuan's eyes can eat people, so it's not suitable to stay here for a long time.

"Come in for a cup of tea." Qiao Aiyun has already opened the door, "Why are you leaving in such a hurry, it's still early."

"Second sister-in-law will go abroad tomorrow morning, and there may be some things to explain." Fu Chen can always find reasons that people cannot refute.

Before Qiao Aiyun could speak, Yan Wangchuan suddenly said, "I'll see you off."

Song Fengwan took a deep look at Fu Chen, his eyes clearly said:

Take care of yourself.

She had seen Yan Wangchuan beat someone up, it was really brutal.

Fu Chen always kept his hands on the beads, he was gentle and elegant, no one dared to conflict with his identity, and no one knew how much he weighed.

If you really do it, I'm afraid you will suffer.

**

Yan Wangchuan and Fu Chen walked to the parking place, and no one spoke along the way.

"Mr. Yan, please wait." Fu Chen played with the car keys.

"Fu Chen..." Yan Wangchuan clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turned white, tight and then loose, as if he was hesitating whether to punch him directly.

"The alliance collapsed, Mr. Yan crossed the river and demolished the bridge too fast."

"Without the foundation of the alliance, it should disintegrate." Yan Wangchuan said seriously.

Fu Chen licked his cheeks with the tip of his tongue. This was true. The foundation of the alliance was to chase after their mother and daughter. Yan Wangchuan's event had already been accomplished, so there was no need for this alliance.

"Do you really think that the big thing has been accomplished? You can get divorced even if you get married, and there is nothing between you." Fu Chen chuckled.

This made Yan Wangchuan extremely uncomfortable.

"We will get married soon." Yan Wangchuan said very firmly.

Fu Chen smiled, "I'll wait and see."

"You're only 17 late, you have to wait a long time."

Just as Fu Chen stabbed him, his backhand was a sharp arrow that pierced through his chest, making his chest ache.

In the night, the two looked at each other silently, and the dark tide surged.

It seemed that whoever looked away first would be the first to lose.

Shifang and Qian Jiangben followed not far away, waiting for Yan Wangchuan to leave.

Shifang yawned, "Why did these two start again? They are so affectionate, how long are you planning to watch?"

Fu Chen smiled first, "Mr. Yan, it's getting late, let's talk when we have time."

Yan Wangchuan watched him get in the car and leave before turning around and walking back.

**

When Yan Wangchuan arrived at Qiao's house, Song Fengwan was making honey water, while Qiao Aiyun changed her clothes and put on an apron, "Brother, you haven't eaten yet, let me serve you a bowl of noodles."

"Yeah." Yan Wangchuan watched her swiftly busy in the kitchen, his eyes became softer.

"You said you came back, give me a call, and wait at the door, it's not cold." Qiao Aiyun turned her head to look at him, she was still dressed in the morning clothes, and she could see that she came back in a hurry.

"It's cold, the phone is dead."

"How long have you been back? Are you back so soon?" Qiao Aiyun just asked casually.

As a result, his answer left her dumbfounded again.

"Take the household registration book, come back to get a certificate with you, and get married."

With a sudden force from her fingertips, she broke a green onion in her hand by the middle.

In the living room, Qiao Wangbei, who was drinking honey water, was almost choked to death, clutching his chest and coughing.

Is this so quiet that you usually get a lot of votes as soon as you make a move?

Song Fengwan reached out and patted Qiao Wangbei's back, and looked at Yan Wangchuan with a surprised expression.

This speed is too fast.

"Brother, I think it's too fast..." Qiao Aiyun hesitated, pinching the onion in her hand, who said she was going to get a certificate with him? What's going on in this man's mind.

"The weekend of tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, we will go there on Monday. I will give you time to prepare. I can wait for two days."

Give her two days to prepare for such a big matter as getting the certificate?

"I still think it's too fast." Qiao Aiyun's heart was beating violently. She never thought that at her age, she could still be made palpitations.

Although it is not interesting and too straightforward, but he does not lie.

These words sound far more touching than sweet words.

Just as Qiao Wangbei calmed down, he took a sip of honey water to suppress the shock, and was so frightened by Yan Wangchuan's next words that he almost choked to death.

Yan Wangchuan said very seriously, "I can't wait."

Qiao Wangbei patted Song Fengwan's arm, "Wanwan, I'm a little dizzy, take me upstairs."

I can't stay in this living room.

Song Fengwan knew that his uncle wanted to give them some space, so he helped him up the stairs, but the two of them didn't reach the second floor, but stopped at the corner of the stairs and began to eavesdrop.

Qiao Aiyun had already cut the ingredients, and took out the unfinished hand-rolled noodles from the refrigerator, her face was slightly flushed.

Yan Wangchuan's words were too straightforward, and he really couldn't stand it.

"Brother, I still think it's too early to get the certificate."

"You don't want me? Regret agreeing to me?"

Qiao Aiyun took a deep breath, "In your world, is it black and white? I said slow down, but it doesn't mean rejection or regret. I have to think about such a big thing."

"how long it takes?"

Qiao Aiyun wished she could just throw the knife in his face, it was really hard to talk to him, "I'll think about it, let's not talk about this, let's change the topic."

"I want to kiss you."

Qiao Aiyun's body was stiff.

How should she answer such words?

"You told me, if you have an idea, say it directly, I want to kiss you, right now."

Qiao Aiyun looked slightly embarrassed, "Actually, it goes without saying..."

"Don't say, do it directly?"

Qiao Aiyun really wanted to hammer his head open to see what the structure was.

He was like a wall, standing at the door of the kitchen, waiting for her to reply, his expression became more and more stiff and dark, as if he was being bullied by her, for a moment, Qiao Aiyun felt that he was like a big dog, and wanted to go over and help him smooth his fur.

This mother really can't see this kind of look.

she sighed...

Could it be that she had to take the initiative in this kind of thing, and she didn't refuse, why is he so dull?

In this way, how will we live in the future.

Qiao Aiyun walked towards him, the two got closer, but someone still didn't move, she was so angry that she jumped, this dead wood.

She needs to take the initiative in everything?

But someone was breathing more and more heavily, looking at her eyes.

Very hot.

Just not moving.

After a few seconds, he said in a hoarse voice, "Can you?" His breathing became heavier.

Qiao Aiyun nodded.

In the next second, he suddenly hugged her into his arms, his heart was beating like thunder, his eardrums hurt, his arms tightened, his eyes were burning...

But Yan Wangchuan just pecked her lips twice, not too deeply.

"Actually, this kind of thing really goes without saying." Qiao Aiyun blushed and turned around to help him cook the noodles.

"I'm afraid you'll refuse, or feel uncomfortable." Yan Wangchuan loved too deeply and was too careful.

In this love struggle, Qiao Aiyun took all the initiative. He just didn't say anything, but he felt very insecure in his heart.

He is aware of his personality flaws, and he is also worried that if he does not do well, Qiao Aiyun will not let him go.

"I will work hard and treat you well." Yan Wangchuan really can't say love words, he can only promise her.

Qiao Aiyun's heart was a little sour. In her heart, Yan Wangchuan was tall and serious, and she would never say such words in a humble way, "I will consider the matter of obtaining the certificate."

As soon as the words were finished, Yan Wangchuan suddenly hugged her directly from behind.

Qiao Aiyun held her breath, not daring to move.

"Am I doing this right?"

Qiao Aiyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she was silent, but her ability to comprehend in practice was not bad, she dared to say such things needless to say, he just got started.

"I don't know many things, you teach me slowly, and I will learn with my heart."

**

Qiao Wangbei and Song Fengwan at the corner of the stairs looked at each other, as if they had seen a ghost.

Seriously, Yan Wangchuan is so serious, this kind of contrast is cute and provocative.

Only later did Qiao Aiyun realize that there are some things that cannot be taught casually. They teach the students and kill the teachers.

Senior Brother and Third Master, it’s really you who gave me a sword, and I’ll give you a sword. Haha, Third Master is going to die of anger. He hates talking about age, and Senior Brother pokes him in the heart.

Teach the students, kill the teacher... Cough cough, everyone can imagine for themselves.