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nIt was already noon when Song Fengwan woke up. She still had some memories of last night. When she recalled some fragments, her entire face instantly flushed red.

nShe searched for her phone. Qiao Aiyun had already made countless calls. She called her back, briefly washed up, and tidied up before going downstairs.

nFu Chen was training the dog with a frisbee in the courtyard. He only entered the house when he saw her go downstairs.

nSeeing the bite mark at the corner of his mouth, Song Fengwan felt too ashamed to show her face.

n“Hurry up and eat. Your plane leaves at two-thirty. I’ll go to Yuncheng with you.”

n“You’re going too?” Song Fengwan was stunned.

n“My mom asked me to send some things over. You don’t want to go with me?” Fu Chen lifted his eyelids and looked at her calmly.

n“That’s not it.”

nPeople in their honeymoon phase all hated that they couldn’t stick together every second. Song Fengwan naturally wanted to spend more time with Fu Chen too, but she was just worried that her mother would find out.

n“Then, let’s eat.” Fu Chen licked the corner of his lips.

n“Last night, I…” Song Fengwan walked to his side and stammered, “I… I think I drank a lot of alcohol last night. ”

n“Mhm.” Fu Chen raised his hand and skimmed over the scab at the corner of his mouth. She had bitten him so hard that it was still stinging slightly.

n“I only bit you a few times, right?” Song Fengwan’s consciousness had been blurry, so she only remembered a few scattered clips.

n“More or less.”

n“That’s good then…” Song Fengwan heaved a long sigh of relief. “I thought I did other excessive things too.”

n“You didn’t do anything excessive. You just pressed me against the wall and tried to take off my pants.”

nSong Fengwan was dumbfounded. I climbed into his bed in a drunken stupor previously, but now I took off his pants?

nSong Fengwan, are you a devil?

nEven until they got on the plane, she wished she could simply hide in her turtle shell, and she didn’t dare to talk to Fu Chen.

n***

nIt was already nightfall when they arrived in Yuncheng. The setting sun slanted across the sky and dyed everything around them with a faint layer of rose gold.

nWhen the car reached the gates of the community, Song Fengwan hurriedly called out for it to stop. “I’ll go in first. Come again in ten minutes.”

nFu Chen laughed lowly. We’re really having a clandestine love affair, huh.

nWhen Song Fengwan arrived home, Qiao Aiyun was cooking. When she saw Song Fengwan return, she even told her off. “Why did you stay at your friend’s house for so many days? You also refused to bring your friend back home for a meal. It’s not good to keep troubling her.”

n“I know.” Song Fengwan lowered her head and smiled sheepishly.

n“You really know how to have a wild time. You didn’t even answer your phone. Look at your red eyes. Didn’t you sleep last night?”

nShe didn’t smell of alcohol, but her eyes were bloodshot, which couldn’t be hidden at all.

n“Next time, invite your friend over for a meal. You actually went to her place and slept there for two days.” It wasn’t good to keep running to someone else’s house and disturbing them.

nSong Fengwan nodded and didn’t dare to speak. She felt guilty.

n“You’ve probably been wearing this dress for a few days. Hurry up and clean yourself up. There will be guests coming later. Don’t be rude.”

n“Okay.” Song Fengwan hurriedly ran upstairs as if she had received a pardon.

nYan Wangchuan watched her back as she went upstairs without saying a word.

nAbout ten minutes later, Fu Chen knocked on the Qiao family’s door.

nQiao Aiyun opened the door personally. “Fu Chen, you’re here. Come in quickly.”

n“Hello, Third Master.” Song Fengwan had already changed her clothes. Her long hair hung loosely on her shoulders, making her look sweet and docile.

n“Hello,” Fu Chen replied lightly.

n“Let me help you carry your stuff.” Song Fengwan took the gifts from him.

n“No need. I’ll do it.” Yan Wangchuan frowned.

nThese two are really…

n… a fine pair of actors.

nGo on! Continue pretending!

n“Old Master Fu already called us. There’s really no need to give us anything. I even had to trouble you to make a trip. How am I supposed to feel at ease?” Qiao Aiyun was grateful for the goodwill of the Fu family.

n“It’s just a token of my mother’s feelings. They’re not expensive gifts. You don’t have to feel burdened.” Fu Chen had already entered the living room, and Song Fengwan even poured him a cup of tea.

nThe two of them exchanged a few words of pleasantries.

nFu Chen even pretended to ask her about her exam. “The college entrance exam is over. How do you feel?”

n“Not too bad.”

n“You can relax properly.”

nYan Wangchuan sat at the side and sneered.

nIn the past, he had always thought that Fu Chen was a wily old fox because he managed to charm Song Fengwan away. As he looked at them now, he felt that the two were really a match.

n“Stay for dinner tonight. I made a lot of dishes.” Qiao Aiyun glanced at the corner of Fu Chen’s lips. Someone had obviously bitten him.

nAlthough she had never heard that Fu Chen had a girlfriend, he might be dating in private. Children nowadays were unwilling to let their elders interfere with their relationships and kept them secret. If they weren’t considering marriage, they wouldn’t inform their families right from the start.

nAt Fu Chen’s age, it’s normal for him to have a girlfriend.

nBut this young lady sure is wild. How could she bite him so hard?

nFu Chen was calm and reserved. He copied scriptures and recited Buddhist scriptures all year round, so he had an indifferent aura about him.

nI didn’t expect him to like this type of girl.

nIndeed, you can’t judge a book by its cover.

nHowever, her relationship with Fu Chen wasn’t at that point yet after all. The bite marks on his lips caught her eye, but she wouldn’t ask about it.

n…

nDuring the meal, they would naturally talk about Yan Wangchuan and Qiao Aiyun’s wedding.

n“… Fu Chen, if you’re free, you’re welcome to attend.” He had taken care of Song Fengwan for so long, but Qiao Aiyun had yet to thank him properly this whole time. If he went, she would definitely entertain him well.

n“Okay, I’ll go if I have time.” Fu Chen’s tone was slow and gentle, no different from usual.

n“I’ll send you the invitation card later. Tell me in advance before you come over. I’ll arrange your flight and accommodation for you.” Qiao Aiyun smiled.

nFu Chen nodded.

nSong Fengwan had drunk alcohol yesterday and didn’t have much of an appetite during the meal. Seeing that he was pretending to be calm and staid, she raised her leg and kicked him…

nThere was no response from the other party.

nSong Fengwan frowned, moved her body down a little, and kicked him again.

n“I’ll go see if the soup is ready yet.” Qiao Aiyun got up and walked to the kitchen.

nAt this moment, Yan Wangchuan lowered his voice and uttered a sentence.

n“Song Fengwan, you’re still kicking?”

nFu Chen lifted his eyelids and looked at the person opposite him. He was sitting beside Yan Wangchuan, and Qiao Aiyun and her daughter were sitting on the other side. Fu Chen’s seat was opposite Song Fengwan. How could she have known that she would kick the wrong person…

nHer small face flushed red, and she lowered her head, not daring to speak. The base of her ears was blood red.

nHow could I have known that Uncle Yan would stretch his legs so far out?

nIs it my fault?

nFu Chen lowered his head and chuckled lowly. He really didn’t know what had happened under the table.

nThis girl has been a little mischievous recently.

n***

nAfter dinner, Yan Wangchuan sent Fu Chen out the door.

n“Don’t let her look for you at night next time. It’s not safe.” Yan Wangchuan knew that Fu Chen had always been sending people to protect Song Fengwan. From his perspective at his age, she was still so young. It simply wasn’t safe to travel thousands of miles to the capital in the middle of the night.

n“I know.”

nThat Song Fengwan would go to look for him was indeed a huge surprise to him. But when he thought about it later, he was definitely worried.

n“Did you two come back together?”

n“Yes.”

n“You acted this show out pretty well.” Yan Wangchuan’s expression was as sparse and indifferent as usual.

nHearing the mockery in his words, Fu Chen narrowed his eyes.

n“This child Wanwan is well-behaved and motivated to improve herself, which is very reassuring for others. But ever since she got to know you…” On the night Song Fengwan went to the capital, Yan Wangchuan had been so worried that he didn’t sleep all night.

nHowever, he had Qian Jiang’s phone number with him, so the two of them had been in touch the whole time. When he found out that she had successfully arrived in Beijing, he had finally heaved a long sigh of relief.

nIf anything had happened along the way, he wouldn’t be able to answer to Qiao Aiyun.

n“Got to know me?” Fu Chen raised his eyebrows and lowered his head while stroking the agate Buddhist bracelet in his hand. He smiled at him while fiddling with the bracelet.

n“Didn’t you lead her astray?” Yan Wangchuan sneered. “Even when she comes home now, she doesn’t blush while lying. You two act really well together.”

nFu Chen laughed softly.

nIf Yan Wangchuan had only berated him, he wouldn’t have taken it to heart. After all, he was his future father-in-law. But when Song Fengwan was involved, Fu Chen couldn’t help counterattacking with a smile.

n“In terms of acting skills, probably no one can compare to you.

n“You’ve been pretending not to know in front of Aunt Yun. You still haven’t exposed yourself after acting for more than half a year. You’re the veritable best actor.

n“Wanwan and I are nothing in front of you.”

nYan Wangchuan had been holding a grudge over this matter to begin with. Now that Fu Chen rebuked him, because he was so inarticulate, he actually couldn’t find the words to retaliate against him for a moment and just looked at him coldly.

nFu Chen’s smile was warm. The two of them stood under the street lights like this for more than ten minutes.

n“F*ck, it’s starting again. The first time the two of them met in private, they already looked at each other affectionately like this.” Shi Fang was chewing gum and turned his head to look at Qian Jiang. “Miss Song is going to Nanjiang soon. You’re going there too, right?”

n“Yeah.” Fu Chen had mentioned this to him long ago.

n“It just so happens to be a trip at company expense!”

nQian Jiang frowned. I even set off fireworks at company expense for the new year.

n“The next time I go home, if you mess the house up into a doghouse, I’ll throw you out.” Qian Jiang’s tone was chilly.

nHe lived with Shi Fang, but he hadn’t been back for more than half a year. When he returned home this time, the heating had long ended. There were even a few stinky socks placed on the radiator in the living room. It was even harder to find a place to set his feet down in the house. He was a retired soldier, so his habit of housekeeping from the army remained to this day. At that time, he immediately kicked him twice.

nShi Fang rubbed his nose. If not for wanting to share the rent with you, do you think I would be willing to live with you?

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