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nSong Fengwan’s words were logical. There were not many people on the beach at night, and there was no one at the coconut grove. If you stalked a young lady sneakily, it was normal for her to treat you as a scoundrel.

nIt was just that Xiao Jingan was at least 1.8 meters tall and had a body full of muscles. Who knew that he couldn’t take a punch?

n“It’s still not justification for you to hit someone.” Yan Zhihuan definitely couldn’t take this lying down when she saw that the person she liked had been beaten up.

nShe already found her an eyesore to begin with. At this moment, she was glaring at her spitefully, her eyes seeming to be spewing fire.

n“Young Master Xiao, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean it.” Song Fengwan apologized to him sincerely and then turned to look at Yan Zhihuan. “Is this okay?

n“I was indeed startled just now, so I didn’t hold back with my blows. Which part of you hurts? I’ll call 120 and send you to the hospital.

n“I’ll pay for all of the medical expenses and what-not.”

nSong Fengwan didn’t believe that he had the gall to enter the hospital.

n“No need. I didn’t make a noise and scared you. I didn’t expect you to misunderstand. It’s my fault.” Xiao Jingan had already straightened his body, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

nHe was considered a reputable person in Nanjiang. If he was sent to the hospital, and the news spread, it might cause even greater damage. Moreover, he wasn’t in the right in this matter. Being kicked in his lower region by a little girl after tailing her?

nEven if they went to the hospital, how were people going to check?

nHow could he let them examine his lower body part? Where would he place his dignity?

nBecause of the incident with Xiao Jingan, everyone dispersed unhappily. Yan Zhihuan originally wanted to send him back, but he was already embarrassed enough today and didn’t want to see her at all. He didn’t even speak to her in a nice tone.

nShe could only take Yan Shaochen’s car and send Song Fengwan back.

n***

nFu Chen was originally on the phone with Song Fengwan. When he heard that she had something to deal with, he hung up.

nThen he saw Qian Jiang’s message from two minutes ago. The man flexing his muscles on the beach is tailing Miss Song.

nFu Chen narrowed his eyes. Flexing his muscles?

nHis hand is on Miss Song’s shoulder.

nMiss Song kicked his **. His voice broke from screaming.

nMiss Song kicked him hard and punched him…

n…

nFu Chen reached out his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows. His head throbbed a little bit.

nXiao Jingan should feel fortunate that he had really escaped death this time because only Song Fengwan had hit him. If Qian Jiang had rushed over, he would probably have been crippled today.

n“Shi Fang.” Fu Chen took a deep breath.

n“Third Master?” Shi Fang had been standing guard at the side the whole time.

n“Have you booked the flight to Nanjiang yet?”

n“Yes, it’s at seven in the morning. If you want to wake up early, you should sleep early.”

n“Has Huai Sheng gone up the mountain yet?”

n“Yes, it’s the weekend. After school, he kept saying that he wanted to go back to the mountain.”

nFu Chen nodded.

n***

nNanjiang, Yan residence…

nWhen the few of them arrived home, Qiao Aiyun was sitting beside Old Madam Yan and learning embroidery.

n“Grandma~” Yan Zhihuan raised her pitch and spoke in a sweet voice. When she sat beside her, she acted coquettishly and tried to please her in all kinds of ways.

nHer behavior was clearly telling Song Fengwan how close she was to the Yan family.

n“You’re back?” Old Madam Yan reached out to adjust her reading glasses, and an unclear look flashed across her eyes.

n“Yeah.” Yan Zhihuan looked somewhat like she was showing off her superiority.

nAt the side, Mother Huang’s eyelids twitched when she saw this. She glanced at Song Fengwan by the side. She usually liked to show off and make Old Madam Yan happy, but she was rarely so clingy. At this moment, anyone would find her behavior jarring to the eyes.

nQiao Aiyun put the needles away and looked at Yan Zhihuan without saying anything.

n“Wanwan, did you have fun? Come to Grandma.” Although Old Madam Yan was a little long-sighted, she was aware in her heart.

nThe father of this pair of sisters had passed away early, so she took extra care of them. Coupled with the fact that she had no grandchildren, she naturally got closer to them. Usually, if she showed off and behaved a little shamelessly, she would turn a blind eye to it. But if she wanted to take Song Fengwan down a notch by borrowing her authority, she was afraid that she had miscalculated.

nSong Fengwan smiled and walked over to sit beside her. “I’m quite happy. Thank you, Grandma.”

nOld Madam Yan pulled her arm out of Yan Zhihuan’s embrace, held Song Fengwan’s hand, and patted it kindly a few times. “As long as you’re happy. Tomorrow, I’ll get Shaochen…”

nYan Zhihuan’s expression stiffened.

nAt the side, Yan Shaochen sneered. She’s so stupid.

n“No need. I’m tired from playing today, so I want to rest properly.” Yan Shaochen still had to go to work, so she was too embarrassed to trouble him.

n“You don’t want to play? You just finished your college entrance exam. You should relax.”

n“Maybe I played too hard today. My legs are sore.”

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nOld Madam Yan originally planned to get Yan Shaochen and this pair of sisters to play with Song Fengwan for a few days, so she had arranged for them to stay in the mansion.

nSong Fengwan didn’t want to go out tomorrow, but she couldn’t get them to go home now either, so she called them to sleep over.

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nAfter they returned to their rooms, Old Madam Yan specially brought Yan Zhihuan to her room.

n“Did something happen when you guys went out today?” She wiped her glasses with a cloth.

n“No.” Yan Zhihuan smiled brightly.

n“I think you have something against Wanwan.” Old Madam Yan smiled kindly. Her eyes were a little turbid and dim, but she could see things clearly.

nYan Zhihuan’s heart skipped a beat. “N-not at all.”

n“She has a gentle personality and is also my granddaughter. The two of you are the same age, so I hope that you two can get along well. I don’t want to see anything I shouldn’t see. You’re very smart. You know what I mean, right?”

nYan Wangchuan and Qiao Aiyun would be holding a banquet in a few days, so she didn’t want any trouble to crop up.

nThis was no longer a reminder but a warning. Moreover, she was clearly stating that Song Fengwan was the granddaughter of the Yan family.

nYan Zhihuan was discontent inwardly, but she could only smile. “I know. I get along well with her.”

n“That’s good then. Go send her a glass of milk.” Within her heart, Old Madam Yan hoped that they could get along well.

nYan Zhihuan was a little spoiled, but she was very obedient. Old Madam Yan’s warning was very clear, so she should know what to do.

n“Okay.” Yan Zhihuan continued staying beside her and spoke a few words to please her before leaving.

nThe moment she went out, his expression changed.

nWho the hell does Song Fengwan think she is?! They’ve only known each other for a short time, but Grandma is already so biased toward her! What granddaughter of the Yan family? Is she blood-related to the Yan family?

nShe’s pretending to be innocent and harmless.

nWhen she thought about how Xiao Jingan had been beaten up, she realized that this girl clearly wasn’t easy to deal with. She had attacked so ruthlessly, and she was so eloquent too.

nEven if she was angry, there was nothing she could do. She still had to listen to Old Madam Yan. She was about to go downstairs to get the glass of milk.

n“Zhihuan.” Yan Zhile was waiting in the corridor. After all, they were sisters. From her expression, she knew what had happened. “Grandma treats us well. Dad passed away early. If not for her help, how could we have gone to university?

n“Song Fengwan is her granddaughter now, and Grandma likes her so much. I can see that their family is getting along harmoniously. Isn’t that good? Don’t cause trouble.

n“You are aware of Grandma’s temper too.”

n“I know.” Yan Zhihuan couldn’t bear seeing her older sister’s cowardly and incompetent appearance. She’s willing to settle for less and has no ambition, yet she still insists on getting me to learn from her and be a yes-man. How hateful.

n“It’s good that you know. Aren’t you going back to your room to sleep?”

n“Grandma asked me to bring her a glass of milk.”

nYan Zhile knew her sister’s temper. Coupled with Xiao Jingan’s incident tonight, she was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to hold it in. “I’ll go with you.”

n“Up to you.” Yan Zhihuan didn’t appreciate her kindness.

n***

nSong Fengwan had just taken a shower and was wearing her earphones to video call with Fu Chen. When she heard the knock on the door, she hurriedly hung up.

n“Who is it?” Song Fengwan pulled off her earphones in a fluster.

n“It’s me.” It was Yan Zhile’s voice.

n“Coming.”

nWhen Song Fengwan opened the door, the pair of sisters were standing at the door. Yan Zhile was carrying a tray with a glass of milk and a box of biscuits.

n“I’ve brought you something to eat.”

n“Thank you. Come in quickly.” Song Fengwan couldn’t possibly close the door after taking the things, so she invited them into the room.

nYan Wangchuan had specially arranged for someone to decorate this room. The room’s furnishings obviously weren’t on the same level as the guest rooms’. Even the floor lamp in front of the desk and the dangling beads were all carved from crystals.

nThe interior design of the bedroom was different from that of all the other rooms. He had specially modeled the decor and layout after Song Fengwan’s room in Yuncheng, and even the furniture was similar.

nThere were also Song Fengwan’s photos placed on the desk. Clearly, he had put in a lot of effort.

nYan Zhihuan’s eyes turned red from envy.

nShe had known Yan Wangchuan since she was a child, and he had never been so considerate and caring for anyone like this before.

n“Are you busy? Are we disturbing you too much?” Yan Zhile smiled. Although she was surprised at the room’s decor, she wasn’t envious. All of this belonged to someone else and had nothing to do with her.

nShe had already gotten into university thanks to them. What else was there to be discontent about?

n“It’s fine.” Song Fengwan smiled and tidied up the desk to make room for her tray. “I’m the one who should be sorry for having you bring me food.”

n“You’re still reading so late?” Yan Zhile put down the tray.

n“I was just taking a look.” Song Fengwan placed the book aside.

nYan Zhihuan caught a glimpse of a very familiar notebook and narrowed her eyes slightly.

n“What book are you reading? Can I take a look?” Yan Zhihuan smiled happily.

n“Sure.” Song Fengwan took out some notebooks and the like. “These are my personal notes. It’s not convenient to borrow them. For the rest, take whatever you want to look at.”

nSong Fengwan knew that she was hostile toward her. She was just borrowing a book, so there was no need for her to create another rift with her.

nYan Zhihuan took a notebook casually, but her eyes kept staring at the few notebooks in Song Fengwan’s hands.

nThe three of them chatted casually for more than ten minutes before the sisters returned to their rooms.

nSong Fengwan sent the sisters off and video chatted with Fu Chen for a while before falling asleep.

n***

nEarly next morning…

nYan Wangchuan went to the company early in the morning. Because Old Madam Yan hadn’t made any arrangements today, and it was the weekend, Yan Shaochen didn’t go to work and accompanied Qiao Aiyun and Old Madam Yan to the bird and flower market.

nThere would be a celebration at home in a few days, so Old Madam Yan wanted to buy some money trees to add some color to the house.

nShe originally wanted Song Fengwan to accompany her, but she said that her legs were sore and stayed home.

nYan Zhile returned to her own house early in the morning. After all, they were newlyweds, and she missed her husband. Other than a few servants, there were only Song Fengwan and Yan Zhihuan at home.

nSong Fengwan was in her room, sending voice messages to Fu Chen. After he got on the plane, she finally walked out of the bedroom.

nOnly then did the cleaning servant enter her room.

nThe Yan residence was near the sea, so Song Fengwan went out for a stroll. But unbeknown to her at this moment, someone sneaked into her room.

n“Miss Zhihuan.” The maid was about to leave with the cleaning tools.

n“Are you done cleaning?” Yan Zhihuan was holding a book in her hand. She had borrowed it from Song Fengwan last night. It was a detective fiction book. She had a headache just reading the title.

nShe didn’t go out to play after the college entrance exam ended, but she’s still hugging books and pretending to be a good girl.

n“Yes, I’m done.”

n“I borrowed a book from her yesterday. I’m returning it.”

nThe maid was only in charge of cleaning, so she naturally didn’t care about the owner’s matters. She carried her things and went downstairs.

nYan Zhihuan successfully entered Song Fengwan’s room and casually threw the book onto her desk. Her gaze swept across the row of skincare products on her desk and landed on the jewelry box. She opened it and took a look.

nShe was used to seeing good things in the Yan family, so she naturally understood that these were all premium products.

nUncle treats her really well.

nShe rummaged around the desk for a long time, but she didn’t find the notebooks she saw yesterday. Only then did she start rummaging through the drawer. There were a few cards inside, and among them was even a customized bank card.

nNot only did you have to be rich, but you also had to be someone of status to customize such a card.

nIs it from Uncle?

nHe really dotes on her too much.

nShe opened the other drawer and saw a few notebooks. One of them was for writing down afterthoughts, and another was a manuscript.

nIt was clearly signed on the cover: Yan Wangchuan.

nShe had seen this manuscript before. It was Yan Wangchuan’s personal item, and it was very precious. Not to mention borrowing it to read and flip through, but she wasn’t even allowed to touch it.

nWhen she was young, she had thought that it was a picture album and wanted to take a look at it. But he had scolded her until she cried and chased her out immediately. She didn’t dare to come to the Yan residence for a year or two.

nDesigners cared about their manuscripts the most because they were full of design plans, all of which were the product of their hard work. It was impossible to even take a single look at them, let alone borrow them. Yan Zhihuan couldn’t help lifting the corner of her lips.

nHow bold of this wench! How dare this girl steal things?

nShe’s indeed from the countryside and can’t be shown in public. The Yan family treats her so well, yet she’s actually a thief?

nShe already couldn’t wait to see her break down in tears and kneel to beg for mercy, only to be thrown out of the Yan family.

nSong Fengwan was sitting on the beach barefooted at this moment. She lowered her head and browsed through her phone to check Nanjiang’s tourist attractions, only thinking about where she wanted to go and play with Fu Chen.

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