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nYan residence…

nYan Zhihuan took the manuscript and went downstairs. At just before ten o’clock, Old Madam Yan returned. It was naturally a different feeling to go shopping with her daughter-in-law. During this period of time, her face had been glowing.

n“Shaochen, slow down.” She turned to look at Yan Shaochen, who was moving plants from the trunk of the car.

n“I know.” Yan Shaochen carried a money tree pot into the house.

n“Grandma, you’re back!” Yan Zhihuan ran over with a smile.

n“Why are you up so early today?” Old Madam Yan was in a good mood, so she was friendly to everyone.

nQiao Aiyun took a look at this young lady. She didn’t like her. Unlike her older sister, her eyes weren’t pure.

nWhen they went out this morning, she had heard Old Madam Yan talk about her family matters. Because her father had passed away early, she should have become used to seeing the fickleness of human nature, and it was normal for her to mature faster.

nAs soon as Old Madam Yan sat down, Qiao Aiyun got up to make tea for her.

n“Madam, I’ll do it. You just came back, so you should rest for a while.” Mother Huang was about to take over.

n“It’s just a cup of tea. Have a seat.” Mother Huang was already in her fifties, so how could she have the nerve to let her serve her?

nQiao Aiyun pinched some Tieguanyin tea leaves into a purple clay teapot and poured hot water into it…

nBut Yan Zhihuan couldn’t wait to expose Song Fengwan’s ‘scandal’. “Grandma, I want to tell you something.”

n“Where’s Wanwan? She’s not here?” Old Madam Yan looked around the house, looking for Song Fengwan.

n“Miss said she’s going to the beach for a walk. She should be back soon,” Mother Huang said.

n“Give her a call. I bought some pastries, and they’re still hot. Get her to come back and try them.” Old Madam Yan smiled.

n“I’ll call her now.” Mother Huang walked to the landline phone, picked up the phone book at the side, and found Song Fengwan’s number…

n“Grandma, I have something to say.” Yan Zhihuan was furious. Why is she still thinking about that wild girl?

n“Go ahead. No one’s stopping you.” Old Madam Yan took the tea from Qiao Aiyun and smiled from ear to ear. My daughter-in-law is still the most considerate.

nWhenever she came home after going out with Yan Wangchuan and told him that she was thirsty, he would only say, “If you’re thirsty, just drink water. Why are you telling me that?”

nI just want to kill him.

nBlockhead.

n“Grandma, this…” Yan Zhihuan took out the manuscript from the side.

nThe moment Old Madam Yan saw the manuscript, her expression changed in a flash. She reached out her hand and snatched it over. “Where did you get this?!”

n“I didn’t take it. I found it in Song Fengwan’s room,” Yan Zhihuan said casually. “I saw it last night and thought the book looked very familiar. I didn’t expect that it’s really Uncle’s design sketches.

n“These are all jewelry design drafts, and many of them have never seen the light of day. Uncle cherishes it so much that he won’t even let ordinary people touch it.

n“I simply don’t know why it appeared in her room.”

nQiao Aiyun’s fingers holding the purple clay teapot trembled, and the tea almost splashed out. Design drafts?

nWhile everyone was shocked, there was a loud bang. Yan Shaochen had smashed a flower pot, and the soil and porcelain pieces rolled all over the floor.

n“Shaochen, you’re too careless.” Old Madam Yan was surprised, but her expression was placid.

n“I’ll clean it up right away.” Yan Shaochen’s breathing was a little anxious.

nYan Zhihuan said Song Fengwan stole something?

nMoreover, it’s the design manuscript. This is Eldest Uncle’s painstaking work.

nThe Yan family has been able to stand strong for so many years all because of the unique designs. If this thing is lost or stolen…

nThe consequences will be unimaginable.

n“You said you found this in Wanwan’s room?” Old Madam Yan casually flipped through two pages and confirmed that it was Yan Wangchuan’s manuscript.

n“That’s right.” Yan Zhihuan was the picture of innocence. “I wanted to touch it before, but I was scolded to tears by Uncle. Uncle cherishes it so much. I don’t know how it appeared at her place.”

n“How could Wanwan possibly take Wangchuan’s manuscript?” Qiao Aiyun gasped breathlessly.

nYan Zhihuan’s tone was clearly implying that Song Fengwan had stolen this thing.

nThe Qiao family had plenty of such things as manuscripts. Just Old Master Qiao’s posthumous drafts alone numbered more than ten thousand. Which of them were not valuable? How could she possibly steal this?

n“But this thing was indeed found in her room. Auntie, you run a jade store. You know very well what design drafts mean to designers.

n“Which designer would show their manuscript to others?

n“And she even deliberately hid it. Obviously, she’s done something shameful!”

nQiao Aiyun didn’t know how to explain. “Wanwan wouldn’t do that. The Qiao family has so many design drafts, so she doesn’t have to take this.”

n“How can your family’s stuff be the same as the Yan family’s?” The Yan family specialized in high-end customized products. In her eyes, the Jade Hall of Spring was naturally in decline in comparison.

nQiao Aiyun gritted her teeth. She couldn’t argue with her about whether the Qiao family or the Yan family was better, right? Wasn’t this slapping the Yan family’s face?

nShe suppressed her fury. “Anyway, Wanwan won’t take things privately for herself.”

n“Take privately?” Yan Zhihuan sneered. “She’s clearly stealing here! Your daughter is a thief!”

n“Shut up!” Old Madam Yan thundered angrily. Yan Zhihuan was so frightened that her body trembled and her face turned pale.

n“Grandma, she’s a thief…”

nOld Madam Yan glared at her.

n“It’s not your place to comment on the Qiao family’s design drafts! You’re not qualified either!” Old Madam Yan’s gaze was sharp. “Wangchuan is Old Master Qiao’s disciple. It’s not your place to comment on the Qiao family!”

nYan Zhihuan lowered her head and didn’t dare to say anything.

n“Mother Huang, did your call get through to Wanwan?” Old Madam Yan gripped the manuscript tightly.

nShe didn’t believe that Song Fengwan would steal anything. Besides, Yan Wangchuan was a very cautious and serious person. Things such as manuscripts were usually placed in a safe, so Song Fengwan shouldn’t have been able to get it.

nBut how did it appear in her room?

nYan Zhihuan was standing her ground and saying that Song Fengwan had stolen it. All the servants in the house were present. There had to be an explanation for this matter.

n“Yes, Miss will be back soon.” Mother Huang put down the phone, her nerves tense.

n“Give me the phone.” Actually, the matter was very simple. If she called Yan Wangchuan, everything would be clear. She still understood her son’s personality.

nMoreover, this matter was very serious. If Song Fengwan did something wrong, he wouldn’t side with her.

nOld Madam Yan called Yan Wangchuan a few times, but none of the calls got through.

n“Yan Wangchuan isn’t answering his phone at this time!” Old Madam Yan’s face was dark.

n“Eldest Uncle must have gone to the factory today. It’s quite noisy there. He probably isn’t paying attention to his phone,” Yan Shaochen explained.

nYan Wangchuan had handed over a lot of his work here to his subordinates when he went to Yuncheng. Now that he was back, he definitely had to tour and inspect everywhere.

nOld Madam Yan called his assistant again, but no one picked up yet again. She then found someone from the company and asked them to look for Yan Wangchuan immediately.

nThe whole living room was stifling and depressing.

n***

nFu Chen’s flight was at seven o’clock, so he reached Nanjiang at ten o’clock.

nSong Fengwan had been sitting on the beach for a long time. She originally wanted to meet him before going back, but she didn’t expect her family to call to urge her home. She could only go home first.

nShe and Fu Chen could only arrange to meet in the afternoon.

n“Third Master? Are you going to the hotel first?” Shi Fang hadn’t expected that he would be able to go out and play at company expense one day, so he was a little excited.

n“Where’s Linbai?”

n“I just asked around. He’s sunbathing on the beach.”

n“Then, let’s go to the beach first.”

nDuan Linbai was wearing grassy green floral swimming trunks today while sprawled out on the beach with a coconut beside him and humming with his earphones on.

nWhen Fu Chen arrived at the beach, he put on his sunglasses and surveyed the area from an elevated position, looking for Duan Linbai.

nEven in the crowd, a certain someone was still so white that he glowed. Fu Chen walked over and saw the red string hanging around his neck, making him even more certain that this was him.

nThis was a gift he had given to Duan Linbai when he was 18 years old. It was the Guanyin1 he had requested from the temple, and the abbot had blessed it. Usually, he wouldn’t take it off easily.

nHe walked over, lifted his leg, and kicked his belly.

nDuan Linbai narrowed his eyes and looked up.

nHe cursed in his heart. F*ck. Which blind idiot kicked my stomach?

nThe first thing he saw was a mass of black shadows. Fu Chen bent over and half-crouched down before reaching out to pull off his earphones. He casually took off his sunglasses and smiled at him.

n“Linbai.”

n“F*ck, f*ck—” Duan Linbai almost jumped up from the ground all at once, and his goggles nearly fell off. “You f*cking… Pfft, no! Did I f*cking go blind again?”

nFu Chen casually put on his sunglasses again. Nanjiang had spring all year round, but the ultraviolet rays were too strong and glaring. “Long time no see.”

n“F*ck!” Duan Linbai pinched his arm. This isn’t a f*cking dream! “Third Fu… You… Wh-what are you doing here?”

n“Looking for you.” Fu Chen smiled.

n“Hehe…” Duan Linbai was still shell-shocked.

nDid this person f*cking install a tracking device on me? There are so many people on the beach, and he rushed over just like that?

nThis is too f*cking scary.

n“Walk with me.” Fu Chen walked toward the beach.

nDuan Linbai reached out to wipe his forehead.

nHe’s still haunting me. I’ve already run to the southernmost part of the country, yet he can still find me? If he’s not a devil, what is he?!

nF*ck, I’m so frightened that I’m breaking out in cold sweat.

n1 Guanyin is the Chinese Goddess of Mercy.

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