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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nThe doctor looked at the report and then at Yan Wangchuan. “… When she was brought in, her abdomen was bruised from hitting the steering wheel.”

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nYan Wangchuan’s heart was in his throat.

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n“Ms. Qiao’s abdominal bleeding is partly due to the strong impact and partly…” The doctor put down the document in his hand and looked at Yan Wangchuan.

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n“She’s pregnant?” Yan Wangchuan looked nervous.

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n“She’s on her period.” The doctor raised his eyebrows. How is pregnancy involved in this?

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nYan Wangchuan heaved a sigh of relief. When he heard this, there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

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nWhy does this doctor like to speak so slowly? Yan Wangchuan had really been scared out of his wits.

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nUsually, when the two of them had sex, Yan Wangchuan did use some protection. He knew very well that Qiao Aiyun’s focus was fully on Song Fengwan now, and he didn’t want her to be distracted at this time.

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nSince Lunar New Year’s Eve, they had only had sex a handful of times. Other than the first time, Yan Wangchuan had always taken male contraceptive pills. But it was also possible for him to hit the jackpot in just one time.

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nHis actions were because of the long conversation he had with Old Madam at the old Fu residence.

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nDuring this conversation, Old Madam Fu had told him about the risks of older women giving birth. Ever since the one-child policy ended, there were many people in their forties or fifties who had a second child. It wasn’t rare to have a child at this age, but it was definitely necessary to nurse one’s health. Otherwise, it could be life-threatening.

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nTo Yan Wangchuan, being with her was already a luxury. Even though he wanted a child, he couldn’t let her take the risk.

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nIt was just that he didn’t want to wear condoms, and he also didn’t want Qiao Aiyun to take birth control pills, so he took pills himself.

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nSaying those things were nothing more than teasing her. After all, he thought she looked pretty and cute when she was anxious and angry over it.

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nThis was probably just a weird kink of an old man.

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n“… Sir?” The doctor interrupted his thoughts.

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nYan Wangchuan immediately looked at him seriously.

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n“Normally, when a woman is on her period, her body is weaker. In addition, she has just undergone surgery, so she needs to pay more attention to her personal hygiene. The surgery she underwent wasn’t major, but it will still take some time for her body to recover fully, so she needs to be careful…”

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nThe doctor instructed Yan Wangchuan on the relevant post-surgical care before letting him leave.

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nYan Wangchuan’s heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally calmed down. Actually, the impact of the car accident had been extremely violent. Even if she had been really pregnant, it would probably have been difficult not to have a miscarriage…

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nWhen he returned to the ward, Qiao Aiyun’s IV drip had just finished.

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nQian Jiang was still standing in the ward. “Mr. Yan, since you’re back, I’ll take my leave first.”

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n“Thank you. I’ll return the medical expenses later…”

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n“It was Third Master’s money. You can calculate it with him instead,” Qian Jiang said directly.

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n“Then, please help me to thank Fu Chen,” Qiao Aiyun said with difficulty. Her voice was dry and hoarse, and her lips so dry that they were cracked.

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nAfter Qian Jiang left, Qiao Aiyun looked at the ‘wooden block’ standing opposite her. “Sit down.”

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nIt was scary having him stand in front of her in a daze.

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nShe had been dizzy on the way to the hospital and had only been slightly conscious after entering the operating room. At the time, she had already asked if she was pregnant.

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nThe doctor had told her very clearly that she wasn’t.

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nShe heaved a sigh of relief, but she also felt a tiny bit of disappointment. But she was lucky that she wasn’t pregnant. Her abdomen was still aching faintly. If she had really been pregnant, the child probably would have been…

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nYan Wangchuan sat by her bedside, poured her a glass of water, and fed it to her in small sips. His movements were clumsy, so the water flowed out of the corner of her mouth and wet her chest.

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n“Hurry and wipe it for me.” The anesthesia in Qiao Aiyun’s body had yet to dissipate completely, so she didn’t have any energy and couldn’t even hold a piece of tissue paper.

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nYan Wangchuan wiped the water stains on her neck.

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n“Get me a straw. I’ll drink it myself.” Qiao Aiyun sighed. If he feeds me, I probably won’t be able to wear these clothes anymore.

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nYan Wangchuan frowned and drank a sip of water. Before she could react, he kissed her lips…

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nQiao Aiyun’s breathing deepened, and her lips and teeth were pushed open. The warm water slowly flowed into her mouth along with his unique taste, making her heart beat faster.

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n“Do you want more?”

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n“No, there’s no need…” Qiao Aiyun took a deep breath. She wasn’t a young lady in her early twenties. How could she be able to stand this method of feeding water?

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n“By the way, does Wanwan know about my car accident? What about her parent-teacher meeting? Where’s my phone? She must have called me a lot. I was already at the entrance of the school at the time, and she knew it too. She must be extremely anxious…”

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nWhen she thought of Song Fengwan, her heart was burning with anxiety. But her body refused to listen to her, and she wasn’t able to move.

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n“Fu Chen happened to be there, so he participated in the parent-teacher meeting in your stead. She doesn’t know about your accident yet.”

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n“But we can’t hide this matter. If she finds out I was in a car accident, she’ll definitely be worried. Tell her this first…”

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nYan Wangchuan looked at her leg. “Tell her you sprained your ankle when you got out of the car?”

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nQiao Aiyun was stunned. What’s in his head?

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nI sprained my ankle to the point that my leg and toe are fractured?

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n***

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nQiao Aiyun had thought that she had gotten into a simple traffic accident. But when the police came to take her statement later, she found out the full story, and she was enraged.

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nAfter her divorce with Song Jingren, she had become relatively well-known in Yuncheng. At the time, many people were present during the car accident. The public didn’t know that this was a malicious, premeditated murder attempt and only knew that the lady boss of the Jade Hall of Spring had been hit.

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nOn the same day, videos of the accident were uploaded online, and even the local media stations reported it. The incident couldn’t be kept a secret and thoroughly spread…

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nIt was just that everyone thought that it was merely a traffic accident, and as the word spread, they simply thought that her luck was bad.

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nWhen she got her phone, it was exploding with calls from familiar people, all of whom were sending their condolences and asking about her situation.

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nNot long after she became fully conscious, the manager of the Jade Hall of Spring and a few colleagues bought a flower bouquet and a fruit basket to visit her. When the news reached Suzhou, Qiao Wangbei immediately got Qiao Xiyan to drive him over to Yuncheng overnight.

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nAs for Song Fengwan…

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nShe was unaware of the situation. The parent-teacher meeting ended at 5:40 p.m, and she had to attend evening self-study at 6:30 p.m., so she could only eat at a nearby restaurant.

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nToo many parents came today. There were many students living on campus, so their parents naturally wanted to take them out to eat better food since it wasn’t easy for them to visit the school. The restaurants in front of the school were instantly packed full.

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n“Do you want to go somewhere farther? I’ll send you back before six-thirty,” Fu Chen suggested.

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n“Okay.” Song Fengwan nodded and followed him into the car.

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nIt was currently the evening rush hour, so there was some traffic congestion. Shi Fang looked behind him. “Should I turn on the radio?”

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nFu Chen didn’t say anything. Song Fengwan smiled and replied, “Go ahead.”

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nNo one would have thought that when Shi Fang turned on the radio, the local radio station in Yuncheng was broadcasting the news of Qiao Aiyun being hospitalized after being in a car accident.

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n… The car accident happened at around two in the afternoon at the school gates of Yuncheng First High School. It is said that the Hundredth-day Pledge Ceremony for the senior students was held today, and the boss of the Jade Hall of Spring, Ms. Qiao, was probably attending her daughter’s pledge ceremony…

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nSong Fengwan’s eyes instantly turned red. She called Qiao Aiyun, but the call couldn’t get through. Then she called Yan Wangchuan, but still no one answered.

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n“Wanwan…” Fu Chen glared fiercely at Shi Fang. This incompetent thing.

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nShi Fang felt wronged too. I just wanted to listen to the radio.

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n“Did you already know that my mom was in a car accident?” Song Fengwan looked at Fu Chen. Why else would he have rushed over to attend the parent-teacher meeting in Mom’s place?

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nFu Chen didn’t deny it.

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nSong Fengwan was so anxious that tears kept falling.

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n“Shi Fang, go to Second Hospital.” Fu Chen pursed his lips and reached out to pull her into his embrace. “Don’t cry. I’ll take you to see her. She hit her leg in the car accident and needs some time to recuperate. She’s fine…”

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nWhen they reached the hospital, Song Fengwan’s heart ached just by seeing Qiao Aiyun lying on the hospital bed, and her tears seemed unstoppable.

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n“… Why are you here?” Qiao Aiyun didn’t want to distract her at this time, so she naturally wanted to hide it from her for as long as possible.

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nSong Fengwan stared at her without saying a word, standing by the bed and wiping her tears.

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nShe didn’t want to go to evening self-study tonight, but Qiao Aiyun’s attitude was firm, so she had no choice but to return to school with red eyes. This time, Yan Wangchuan sent her back.

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nQiao Aiyun felt that it wasn’t good to keep troubling Fu Chen, so she asked him to stay behind to talk with him for a while.

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n“… Uncle Yan, please take care of my mom.”

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n“Okay.” Yan Wangchuan nodded. After sending her to the school gates, he took a gift box from the backseat of his car and passed it to her.

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nShe looked at the box with red eyes. “What is this?”

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n“The college entrance examination is a hundred days away starting today. This is a gift I prepared for you. I’ll take care of your mother, and I’ll pick you up after your evening self-study sessions. Your uncle and Xiyan will be here tonight. Don’t worry about her. Focus on your studies so that she can recuperate with peace of mind.”

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nSong Fengwan nodded with red eyes.

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nWhen she arrived in the classroom, her homeroom teacher also talked to her. The news of Qiao Aiyun’s accident spread quickly. When he received the news, other than caring for her and comforting her, he also didn’t want her to delay her studies because of this.

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nShe returned to her seat and opened the box Yan Wangchuan gave her during the break.

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nJewelry Design manuscripts

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nDesigner: Yan Wangchuan

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nThere was a note inside: Study hard and improve every day. His handwriting was imposing and majestic.

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nShe had once mentioned to Yan Wangchuan that her grandfather had wanted her to inherit the Qiao family’s craftsmanship. It was just that she was bad with handicrafts, so she couldn’t learn the craft of carving stones and jades, but she did like to sketch and trace jade designs. He remembered it and specially gave her this stack of manuscripts.

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nShe casually flipped through two pages of it, and there were many unpublished designs.

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nTo a designer, this is their life, yet he’s actually willing to share it with me?

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nThis is too precious.

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nAlthough Song Fengwan had gone to school to attend evening self-study, she was distracted, so she didn’t complete many questions throughout the session.

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nAfter school, she rushed out of the school gates. Yan Wangchuan’s car had already arrived. As soon as she opened the front passenger seat, she saw a packet of hot milk and a glutinous rice cake on it.

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n“There won’t be anyone at home to make supper for you tonight. Your mother said that you like to eat this. Have some food to keep yourself from going hungry. You might have to sleep alone at home tonight. I’ll lock the door from the outside, and I’ll come pick you up tomorrow morning. Will you be afraid?”

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nSong Fengwan leaned against the front passenger seat, her eyes slightly moist.

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n“No.” She bit her lip.

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nIn fact, she and Song Jingren had been quite close when she was young. But ever since his business got big, he had liked to call his assistant or secretary to do everything. He hadn’t even had time to talk to her, let alone pick her up and drop her off at school.

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nOccasionally, when her mother returned to Suzhou, it had been common for Song Jingren not to return all night. She had often stayed at home alone, so she wasn’t afraid of being alone.

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n“Your uncle and Xiyan will arrive tomorrow morning. I’ll take turns going to the hospital with them, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

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n“Okay.”

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nSong Fengwan opened the box with the glutinous rice cake. The fragrance and soft heat came straight at her face, making her eyes hot and wet.

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n“Your studies are important. If there’s anything…” Yan Wangchuan paused for two seconds. “If it’s not convenient for you to tell me, you can tell your uncle.”

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nAfter all, they weren’t blood-related, nor was she a two-year-old child. Most of the time, they should even keep a reasonable distance to avoid any weird suspicions.

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n“Okay.” Song Fengwan lowered her head and took a bite of the glutinous rice cake. “Can I go to the hospital first before going home?

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n“I’ll go back after taking a look at her.”

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nThe hospital was near the school. Yan Wangchuan had promised Qiao Aiyun that he would never bring her to the hospital. But seeing Song Fengwan like this, he couldn’t reject her. “Don’t let her find out.”

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n“Okay.” Song Fengwan nodded. “Erm… the manuscripts you gave me are too precious. I think it’s better if I return them to you.”

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n“Are you going to steal my designs?” Yan Wangchuan drove seriously, and his words were stiff.

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n“Of course not!”

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n“You don’t like it?”

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n“No…” Song Fengwan liked the gift a lot, but she felt that it was too precious, so she didn’t dare to take it.

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n“When you graduate from high school and have time to go to Nanjiang, I’ll show you around the jewelry designing and the processing and production process. It’s not impossible for you to participate.”

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nSong Fengwan nodded. “Thank you, Uncle Yan.”

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n“The prerequisite is that you have to study hard. Otherwise, you can only look at the manuscripts.”

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nSong Fengwan was originally moved to tears, but she was nearly hopping mad at the last sentence. This person is absolutely poisonous.

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nSong Fengwan went to the hospital and secretly looked at Qiao Aiyun. After returning home, Yan Wangchuan locked the door from the outside.

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nWhen he returned to the hospital, Qiao Aiyun wasn’t asleep.

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n“You sent Wanwan back already? How is she now?”

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n“She’s alright.” Yan Wangchuan had brought a lot of daily necessities from home and was arranging them according to their categories.

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n“I wonder if she’ll be scared being alone at home. Did you tell her to lock the door?”

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n“I locked it from the outside. Thieves won’t be able to enter,” Yan Wangchuan said very firmly.

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nThis made Fu Chen, who had originally planned to visit Song Fengwan, sad.

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nThe door couldn’t be opened from the inside.

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nIt was dark outside, and there were large bushes under Song Fengwan’s window, so even if she threw the key out the window, it would be difficult to find it, let alone open the door from the outside.

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nActually, the security in the villa community was very good. There had never been any cases of burglary or theft. Yan Wangchuan had locked the door…

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n… purely to guard against Fu Chen.

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nIn case this brat tried to sneak in when they weren’t at home.

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