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nAfter dinner…

nSong Fengwan went to the art studio room. Duan Linbai was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching a soccer match, while Fu Chen was sitting at the side reading documents. He reached out his hand and adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses, looking refined and scholarly.

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nDuan Linbai glanced at him. He’s not even near-sighted. Why is he wearing glasses? Is he pretending to be some refined scum?

n“F*ck, is there something wrong with this person’s brain?! Why is he not cooperating?!” Duan Linbai was agitated. He supported the neck brace on his neck with one hand and pointed at the screen with the other. He was so agitated that his saliva flew everywhere.

nFu Chen was used to it and ignored him.

n“If I become a professional player, I’ll definitely play better than him.”

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n“Impossible.” Fu Chen lifted his eyelids, his expression calm.

n“How is it impossible? With my skills…”

n“You’re not tall enough.”

nDuan Linbai gritted his teeth in anger. Just as he was about to have a debate with Fu Chen, his phone rang. It was his father calling.

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nHe immediately cleared his throat and sat up straight. “Hey, Dad.”

nHis voice was extremely fawning.

n“You’ll be on a business trip for a few more days? When are you coming back?” Fu Chen had helped hide the fact that Duan Linbai had been beaten up and simply said that he was on a business trip, so he wasn’t in Beijing currently.

nDuan Linbai’s father might not necessarily believe what he said, but he wouldn’t doubt Fu Chen’s words. So after the incident, Duan Linbai’s assistant immediately called Fu Chen to ask for his help.

n“Maybe a while more. Do you need something?”

n“Your Grandma Fu is thinking about you and says that she has a few good ladies to introduce to you. When are you coming back? I’ll arrange it for you.”

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nDuan Linbai was dumbfounded. “Dad, I’m still young. I think there’s no rush…”

n“How are you young? When I was your age, you were already in kindergarten! Just because a few young ladies on the internet call you darling, now you really think that you’re a baby?”

n“Dad, I didn’t…” Duan Linbai supported his neck. He couldn’t let himself get too agitated.

n“Look, even Fu Xinhan knows how to play with little female dogs when he goes outside…”

nDuan Linbai was stunned. How is Fu Xinhan involved in this?

n“Don’t wait until he has a son, but you’re still single. Even the dog has a girlfriend. Aren’t you ashamed?”

nMy dear dad, how can you put these two things together?

n“I went to your Uncle Huang’s place for a drink a few days ago.”

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n“What’s wrong? Is his son married?” Duan Linbai snorted.

n“He already has a second child. It was the child’s one-month birthday celebration!”

nDuan Linbai coughed twice.

n“I just hope that when your mother and I are old and no longer around, you can still have a companion. I don’t want you to be alone…”

nDuan Linbai lowered his head. Great, he’s starting the gentle tactics again.

n“If you can’t find a girlfriend, you have to reflect on yourself. Is it because your standards are too high? Don’t always be picky about others. You have to look at yourself first…”

nWhat the f*ck? Duan Linbai leaned against the sofa limply. You can urge me to get married without using personal attacks…

nHe hung up the phone and looked at Fu Chen weakly. “Fu Chen, just how free is your mother for her to be arranging blind dates for me?”

n“Everyone knows that my mother dotes on you.” Fu Chen smiled.

n“No way. I have to pack up and leave the capital to seek refuge. This is too terrifying.”

nDuan Linbai’s parents were only childs, and so was he. Both sides of his family were urging him, and now Old Madam Fu was putting her hand into this as well. His life was getting increasingly difficult.

n“Where are you going? It’s snowing outside. I’ll get someone to send you.”

n“I’m heading north. The temperature in the country has been dropping recently, and it’s even colder in the south.”

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nFu Chen nodded. Before Duan Linbai left, he gave him a present.

n“Third Fu, we’re already so familiar with each other. Why are you so polite, giving me a gift?” Duan Linbai held the gift box and didn’t let go.

n“Call me if you need anything.” Fu Chen couldn’t wait for him to leave and didn’t ask him to stay.

nDuan Linbai escaped in a hurry. After getting into the car, he opened Fu Chen’s gift…

nThere were two long woolen pants with the words, ‘A must for winter, added wool to keep warm’.

nDuan Linbai picked up the long woolen pants. Why is it not business black but beige and pink instead? Am I that flamboyant in his mind?

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nWhen Song Fengwan woke up the next day, Duan Linbai was already nowhere to be seen. When she asked why, Fu Chen only said that he had something to do and had to go somewhere far.

nShe muttered in her head. He’s already so injured, yet he still went out. He’s really strong.

nAfter breakfast, she rushed to the atelier. At this time, it was already the last spurt for the preparations for the art examination. There was a limit to what any teacher could teach, so everyone was basically busy with their own things, and they only came to the atelier for the learning atmosphere.

nAt around ten, Gao Xue hurriedly walked into the classroom.

n“Song Fengwan, come out with me for a bit.” The look in her eyes was very strange.

nSong Fengwan put down her pencil and wiped her hands while walking out. “Ms. Gao?”

n“Someone is looking for you. Come with me.” Gao Xue led her to the staff room.

nAfter pushing the door open and entering, she saw a middle-aged woman sitting inside. She was wearing glasses, and her hair was tied up in a bun without a single strand of hair out of place. She looked meticulous, sharp, and neat. When she looked at her, her gaze was obviously hostile.

nBut I don’t know this person at all.

n“Are you Song Fengwan? I am Xu Jingcheng’s mother.” The woman stood up first.

nSong Fengwan’s expression was calm as she obediently called out, “Auntie.”

nBut her heart wasn’t calm at all. She probably isn’t here with good intentions.

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nFu Chen was on his way to the old residence at this moment. Song Fengwan settled her own lunch, and he had to go to the old residence for lunch and accompany Old Madam Fu to watch an opera in the afternoon.

nHis phone vibrated. It was Qian Jiang calling.

n“Third Master, Xu Jingcheng’s mother came to the atelier, and she’s talking to Miss Song right now.”

n“Keep an eye on her first.”

n“I saw Cheng Lan outside the atelier just now.”

nFu Chen smiled. I already felt something was amiss when the fact that Xu Jingcheng liked Song Fengwan suddenly came out. Seems like someone still hasn’t given up yet.

nThere’s no wind, yet she still wants to stir up waves.

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