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nAbout a month before Song Fengwan’s college entrance examination, the school held another parent-teacher meeting.

nThe day was set before International Labour Day on May 1st.

nAt this time, Qiao Aiyun had already been discharged from the hospital. She only had a fractured toe on one foot, and her fractured calf had already recovered quite well. She could walk on the ground for a period of time, but she wasn’t able to withstand long periods of pressure.

nAll of the Qiao family members had already left half a month ago, so Yan Wangchuan was the one taking care of her entirely now.

nShe naturally couldn’t go to the parent-teacher meeting this time, so Yan Wangchuan went in her stead.

nHe was tall to begin with, and his expressions were scarce. Among the group of parents, his cold and severe face looked very eye-catching.

nMost people in Yuncheng knew about Song Fengwan’s family matters. In the previous farce, Yan Wangchuan had shown his face before, and many people recognized him. Seeing the two of them appear at the same time, they couldn’t help being a little critical, but they didn’t dare to say it out loud.

nSong Fengwan, sitting beside him, also felt very stressed. From the corner of her eye, she saw him rummage for a small notebook from his pocket, take out a fountain pen, and write two words…

nMeeting Log

n“Uncle Yan, you…” Song Fengwan leaned over. “What are you doing?”

n“Your mother asked me to convey the essence of the meeting to her. I’m taking notes,” Yan Wangchuan said, deadly earnest.

nSong Fengwan was sitting in the third row, facing the podium. Yan Wangchuan was afraid of blocking the person behind him, so he turned the chair sideways while sitting on it and stared attentively at the students’ homeroom teacher, making the latter feel strangely nervous.

n“Actually, you don’t have to do this. It’s just a run-of-the-mill speech.” Song Fengwan glanced around. Some parents were still playing with their phones with their heads lowered. He was the most serious.

nBefore the parent-teacher meeting, they had conducted a joint examination in five cities. Song Fengwan’s results ranked seventh. For an art student, it was already a very high score, and the teacher praised her.

nSong Fengwan saw Yan Wangchuan write a sentence in his notebook.

nRanked seventh, praised for the third time.

nSong Fengwan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. There’s no need to count this kind of thing, okay?

n***

nAfter the parent-teacher meeting, because it was May Day, the school had a day and a half break. It was rare for Song Fengwan to get to rest. After eating, she sat in front of the French windows and basked in the sun while playing with her phone.

nThe few pots of orchids in front of the windows had already been replaced with succulents.

nOrchids were delicate and needed to be tended to properly. After Qiao Aiyun was hospitalized, there was no one to take care of them. By the time everyone noticed them, they were basically all dead. Some orchids were tens of thousands of yuan for a pot. Qiao Aiyun had nurtured them for many years, and her heart ached terribly.

nAt this moment, she was sitting on the sofa with her leg with her fractured toe on a cushion and reading Yan Wangchuan’s Meeting Log seriously.

nYan Wangchuan was sitting on a sofa at the side, wearing a Bluetooth headset. From Song Fengwan’s angle, she could vaguely see the split window with multiple images on his laptop screen. They were probably the senior management of his company, and he was likely in a meeting.

nHis side profile was stiff and cold as he listened seriously without saying a word from start to end.

n“What does this mean?” Qiao Aiyun didn’t think that he was in a meeting and pointed at the words on the notebook.

nYan Wangchuan left the laptop and sat beside her to talk for a long time. “How does your calf feel today…”

n“It’s alright, but I can’t exert force on my toes yet.”

n“Let me take a look.”

nDuring this period of time, Qiao Aiyun had gotten used to him taking care of her, so she naturally placed her feet on his legs. The cast on her leg had already been removed, and a certain someone skillfully checked everything for her.

nHe placed the laptop on the coffee table. “Let’s continue our discussion.”

n“Are you in a meeting?” Qiao Aiyun lowered her voice. She tried to withdraw her legs, but he pinned her down forcefully with his fingers, not allowing her to move an inch. Only his face was visible on the video camera lens and not what his hand was doing underneath.

n“… There are still some revisions to be made in the proposal just now.” Yan Wangchuan was very serious when he worked. He could always hit the nail on the head and mention the crux of the problem.

nOriginally, Qiao Aiyun was still looking at the meeting minutes. But after looking for a while, her gaze landed on him…

nIt’s true that men at work are the most handsome.

nPerhaps noticing her gaze, Yan Wangchuan turned his head to look at her. Their eyes met, and Qiao Aiyun smiled faintly. “Continue with your meeting. Don’t worry about me. I’m just looking.”

nA certain old man’s ears instantly heated up, and he had no idea what the people opposite him were talking about.

nThe senior executives opposite were dumbfounded.

nTheir boss hadn’t been to the head office for more than half a year already, and he had been giving them instructions for work remotely. That was all…

nAt his advanced age, it was right for him to pursue his happiness.

nBut we’re in a meeting now. Are you blatantly getting distracted?

nFurthermore…

nDo you know that your ears are very red?

nIt’s simply unbearable to watch.

n“Why are you looking at me? Get to work.” Qiao Aiyun frowned.

n“Okay.” Yan Wangchuan’s gaze moved to the laptop. These people had followed Yan Wangchuan for many years, but they had never seen their boss smile so radiantly like the return of spring before…

nIt was said that spring was the season for all things to revive. Once again, the season for the animals to go into heat and mate again had arrived.

nThis saying was true.

nSong Fengwan sized up the two people nearby and lowered her head to continue texting Fu Chen.

nI’m already on the plane. I’ll be in Yuncheng at around three. Let’s have dinner together tonight.

nSong Fengwan bit her lip and held back her smile. Okay, I’ll pick you up at the airport.

nNo need. You can leave the house when I arrive.

nAfter replying to the message, she leaned her head to the side to look at Qiao Aiyun. “Mom, I’m meeting a classmate for dinner tonight.”

n“Who are you going out with?”

n“Just a classmate.” Song Fengwan felt a little guilty. “I’ll be back after dinner.”

nIt was rare for her to have a holiday, so Qiao Aiyun didn’t hold her back. “Then, come back early. You can’t play too late into the night. Bring your phone. Don’t be unable to find her when the time comes.”

n“I know.” Song Fengwan smiled and ran upstairs. She washed her hair and tidied herself up for nearly two hours before leaving.

n***

nWhen Song Fengwan went downstairs, the afterglow of the setting sun shone diagonally into the house. The soft, light yellow light coated the whole house with a layer of gold. A big bone broth was boiling in the kitchen, and the rich fragrance filled the entire house.

n“Mom, I’m going out.” Song Fengwan carried her small bag and was about to run off.

n“Wait a minute!” Qiao Aiyun stopped her and sized her up with narrowed eyes. “Are you going to see a male classmate or a female classmate?”

n“Female.” Song Fengwan was standing at the entryway to change her shoes, feeling flustered under her gaze. “My classmate is already waiting for me. I’m leaving now.”

nBefore Qiao Aiyun could speak, she slipped away and disappeared. “Wangchuan, could Wanwan be in a relationship? I saw that she actually put on lipstick. This dress is new, and it’s also her first time wearing it.”

nYan Wangchuan hadn’t learned anything else during this period of time, but his soup-simmering skills were pretty good. Standing in the kitchen, he clasped the spoon tightly in his hand without saying anything.

n“I just think it’s quite strange. Why did she suddenly dress up? She didn’t like to tidy herself up in the past and didn’t like to wear new clothes even after buying them. Does she finally enjoy looking pretty and dressing up?”

nWhen Song Fengwan was coming downstairs, her long hair fluttered. For a moment, she suddenly felt that her daughter seemed to have grown up.

nYan Wangchuan didn’t say anything.

nHe gritted his teeth. This brat Fu Chen is having a secret rendezvous but caused me to be in a difficult position where nobody will be happy.

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nOn the other side…

nSong Fengwan arrived in front of the bus information board near the community as promised. She looked around but didn’t see anyone. She looked at her phone. It’s already half past four. He’s not here yet?

nJust as she was about to call Fu Chen, her waist was grabbed, and she was dragged to the back of the bus stop sign.

nWhen she came back to her senses, the tip of his nose was rubbing against her face, and they were only inches apart.

n“… When did you arrive? Why didn’t you tell me?” Song Fengwan looked around, and her heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of her throat.

n“Not long ago.” Fu Chen leaned over gently, his voice carrying an uncontrollable smile. It shook her heart bit by bit, and the sandalwood fragrance exuding from his body enveloped her in a clear and domineering aura.

nAs long as she breathed in a little, her nose would be full of an ambiguous and enchanting smell, and her face would unconsciously burn up.

n“There’s someone here.” Song Fengwan pushed his arm.

n“Actually, I’ve been looking at you over there for a long time.” His thin lips rubbed against hers as if he would kiss her the next second. This heart-palpitating feeling tormented her until it made her entire body go weak.

n“Then why didn’t you come over?”

n“I was very anxious to rush over and hug you…”

nFu Chen tilted his head and whispered into her ear.

n“Do you know?

n“I missed you too much. I missed you every day…

n“But I didn’t want to appear too impatient either. I was afraid of scaring you.”

nAs he breathed, his scorching breath seemed to burn her ears.

n“But didn’t you end up rushing over…” Song Fengwan reached out and grabbed the clothing at his waist. Her palms were hot.

n“I couldn’t take it anymore.”

nSong Fengwan suddenly remembered that she had called Duan Linbai some time ago. His vision had recovered a little, but it would still take some time for him to resume being a normal person. Perhaps he had been bullied by Fu Chen, so he had called her in the middle of the night to complain to her. He chewed Fu Chen out harshly.

n“… Little Sister, let me tell you. Third Fu isn’t a f*cking human. He bullied a disabled person like me. Do you think he has any shame?

n“Don’t give him any benefits! You have to be firm with him. It’s best to leave him hanging!

n“Don’t let him eat meat! Don’t let him push his luck!”

n“Eat meat?” Song Fengwan was so embarrassed at the time that her entire face turned red. What nonsense is this person saying?

n“Your college entrance exam is about to end, and that fellow…” Duan Linbai was speechless. “Let me tell you. He’ll definitely eat you up until there are no bones left. You have to be careful. ”

n“Third Brother won’t.” Song Fengwan lowered her voice, feeling increasingly embarrassed.

n“Why not? Could it be that he hasn’t displayed any desire even though you two have been dating for half a year?” Duan Linbai was very straightforward.

n“De… sire?” Song Fengwan’s tiny face was completely red.

n“It’s just a man’s needs. Say, he’s twenty-eight this year, but he’s still a virgin. At his age, he definitely has some desire.”

nDuan Linbai had just suffered a hidden loss at Fu Chen’s hands and was speaking enthusiastically.

n“Let me tell you. Before you, he’s never even held a girl’s hand.

n“A man in his thirties is as fierce as a tiger. His energy is at its peak right now. How can he possibly endure it? If he doesn’t have any desire? Then, he’s not a f*cking man!”

n…

nSong Fengwan couldn’t listen to him anymore and stammered, “I’m still young.”

nIt wasn’t like she didn’t know anything. She had even had erotic dreams a few times.

n“Oh my—” Duan Linbai suddenly laughed very unrestrainedly. This laughter was simply asking for a beating. “I almost forgot that our little sister hasn’t graduated yet. You haven’t even reached your eighteenth birthday yet…

n“Let’s inhibit that old male virgin to death!

n“Little Sister, let me tell you something. You can’t give a man whatever he wants. Once you’ve spoiled him, he doesn’t know how to cherish you. This is especially true for your first time. You have to be prudent.”

nThen she could only hear a certain someone’s wanton and presumptuous laughter.

n…

nWhile holding her hand, Fu Chen pulled her onto the bus. It was May 1st, so there were many people on the bus. Fu Chen protected her as they walked forward, but she was a little distracted the whole time.

nHer face was getting redder and redder. He reached out to touch his forehead. “Are you feeling unwell?”

nSong Fengwan suddenly came back to her senses and lowered her head guiltily. “No.”

n“Your face is very red.”

n“Is, is it?” Song Fengwan smiled awkwardly and suddenly pointed at the TV mounted on the bus. “Hey, this hostess is really pretty.”

nFu Chen knew that she had been distracted just now, but he didn’t expose her and looked in the direction of her finger.

nThe mounted TV was currently broadcasting a popular domestic legal program. The hostess was wearing a black and white suit and reporting on a property dispute.

n“Yu Manxi? This hostess’s name sounds quite nice.” Song Fengwan smiled and tried to divert Fu Chen’s attention.

nFu Chen looked at the mounted TV and narrowed his eyes without saying anything.

nThis program had quietly become popular in the past few months, and the neighbor opposite Fu Sinian’s house was now the most popular female anchor in the capital.

nThe host was pretty, and she dared to report certain topics on the show. Even his mother was a loyal fan of this show. As long as she was free, she would be on standby in front of the TV on the dot.

nFu Chen had met her once.

nHer usual dressing style was very different from that of on TV. She looked glamorous and charming, but she was actually hosting a legal program?

nActually, most of the audience for such programs were not young people. Yu Manxi’s face was so striking that it carried an overbearing glamor, and it wasn’t compatible for hosting such a serious program. But Old Madam Fu said, “Her comments are very tasteful. She is a person with a story.”

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