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nYan Zhihuan was being beaten up by Old Madam Yan and kept begging for her forgiveness.

n“This is the path you’ve chosen yourself. Why do you need my forgiveness?” Old Madam Yan was so angry that her breathing was uneven. “Girls who don’t love themselves and only want to have fun with men… You should have been prepared to be discovered long ago.”

n“I just like Big Brother Jingan too much.” Yan Zhihuan’s arms and back were all swollen with red marks, looking ghastly.

n“This is not a reason for you to lower yourself!”

nYan Zhihuan was crying pitifully. Her makeup was ruined, and her voice was hoarse.

n“What you want to do is none of my business, and I don’t want to care either. Even if you rush to deliver yourself to his doorstep, he might not appreciate it.” Old Madam Yan had lived to this age, so she naturally knew some people.

nXiao Jingan was definitely not a good match. He didn’t like Yan Zhihuan to begin with, yet she still insisted on sticking to him.

nIt would only make her look lowly.

n“Grandma…”

n“I can only say that relationships are never one-sided. You chose the road yourself, yet you still say that Wanwan harmed you. Hah—” Old Madam Yan leaned on her cane. She was already old, so she was a little tired after a night of commotion.

n“Whether it’s a blessing or a curse, it has nothing to do with anyone. You should leave.”

nWhen Yan Zhihuan heard this, tears streamed down her face. She reached out her hand to hold Old Madam Yan, but Yan Wangchuan blocked her. “I told you long ago that you’re not welcome in this house.”

n“Uncle.”

n“Hurry up and send her out,” Yan Wangchuan said sternly.

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nAfter Yan Zhihuan left, Old Madam Yan finally had time to greet Fu Chen and Duan Linbai.

n“I’m really sorry. We let you see us make fools of ourselves.”

n“It’s okay.” Duan Linbai chuckled.

nHe really wanted to say that they would be family in the future. What was there to be afraid of?

n“You’re staying at the Holiday Inn? It’s still a distance away from here. It’s already so late. Why don’t you stay at our house? Aiyun has always said that she’s very grateful for your care for Wanwan, so I should do my best as a host.” Old Madam Yan was naturally amiable to them.

n“I’m really sorry to have troubled you two to come tonight.”

nDuan Linbai smiled. “Won’t this be too troublesome?”

n“It’s not troublesome at all. As long as you don’t mind.”

n“We don’t mind.”

nAs soon as Duan Linbai finished speaking, Fu Chen coughed. “Old Madam Yan, sorry to disturb you. We came very suddenly and didn’t bring anything. We’re really sorry to disturb you again.”

n“Look at what you’re saying. I’m old friends with your parents. You’re being too polite.”

nOld Madam Yan held Fu Chen’s hand and sighed helplessly when she compared him to Xiao Jingan, who was of similar age.

nWhy is there such a big difference between people?

nLook at how well-mannered and sensible other people’s children are.

nDuan Linbai looked at Fu Chen and only wanted to say:

nShameless!

nYou make it sound like you don’t want to stay.

n“I don’t think it’s very convenient. But since you’ve said so, then I’ll do as you say.” Fu Chen had always been polite and knew his limits in front of his elders.

n“That’s right. Are you two hungry? Watch TV in the living room for a while and eat something. I’ll get someone to clean up the guest rooms.”

nOld Madam Yan beckoned Fu Chen and Duan Linbai to sit down while the Yan family was cleaning the living room and guest rooms.

n“This is…” Fu Chen saw a piece of red silk under the coffee table in the living room.

n“This is the mandarin duck pillowcase I’m embroidering for their wedding. I’ve just embroidered a little, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it in time for their wedding. I’m getting old now, and my eyesight isn’t good, so the progress is too slow.” Old Madam Yan smiled.

n“I heard from my mother that your hands are nimble. I didn’t expect you to be able to embroider so exquisitely at your age. You must have been better when you were young…”

nSitting at the side, Duan Linbai lowered his head to eat the Yan family’s pastries.

nThird Fu, can you be any more shameless?

nYou can’t just praise her like that just because she’s Little Sister-in-Law’s grandmother.

nDuan Linbai had known Fu Chen for a long time and thought that he was just devious and outwardly cold but inwardly passionate. But now, he realized that it was a pity that he didn’t act.

nHe’s a born actor!

nYan Wangchuan glanced at Fu Chen. This brat is really glib-tongued.

n“What are you looking at?” Old Madam Yan suddenly looked up at Yan Wangchuan. “Go help Aiyun. Don’t just stand here.”

nYan Wangchuan was inarticulate, and Old Madam Yan had never heard him say anything intimate in her life. At this moment, she was so happy with Fu Chen that she increasingly felt that her son was a rotten piece of wood…

n… and uncarvable.

n…

nThe Yan family didn’t have many servants, so Qiao Aiyun called Song Fengwan over to help her tidy up the guest rooms.

n“Why didn’t you say earlier that Fu Chen came? I didn’t get to greet him properly. I was too rude.”

n“He didn’t let me say it. He said that you’re busy. He only came over to play for a few days, so he didn’t let me say it.” Song Fengwan pushed the blame onto Fu Chen self-righteously.

n“If you encounter anything like today in the future, you have to tell me immediately. It’s too dangerous. What if something happens?”

n“I know.” Song Fengwan hesitated while wiping the table and chairs with a cloth.

nWhile putting sheets on the bed, Qiao Aiyun said casually, “Is Fu Chen here on a date with someone?”

nSong Fengwan’s fingertips trembled, and the cloth fell to the ground. She hurriedly bent down to pick it up, her heart already in her throat.

n“What are you doing? Hurry up and wring the cloth again.”

n“Okay.” Song Fengwan ran to the bathroom, her heart trembling in fear.

nWhen she returned, Qiao Aiyun slowly explained, “You stayed at his house for so long. Don’t you know that he has a girlfriend?”

nSong Fengwan lowered her head and didn’t speak.

n“You were studying all day and probably didn’t notice this. Usually, people come to Nanjiang for vacation. If he came here with his girlfriend, we shouldn’t disturb him too much.”

n“I don’t think so,” Song Fengwan muttered softly. “It’s just him and Big Brother Duan.”

n“It’s fine if he isn’t. He should be staying here for a few more days. He took care of you in the capital, and you don’t have much to do for the next few days, so accompany him more.”

n“Accompany him?” She was just worried about not having a legitimate reason to be intimate with Fu Chen, but her mother actually pushed her out directly?

n“He’s not a bad person and is easy to get along with. I’ll give you some money later. Go out with him tomorrow. Don’t keep making him spend money.”

nThere’s even money?

nSong Fengwan hurriedly nodded. “Okay.”

nShe was overjoyed.

n***

nAt night, the Yan residence fell completely silent.

nSong Fengwan had just taken a shower and was sitting in front of the dressing mirror, putting on her skincare products, when her phone suddenly vibrated.

nShould I go, or are you coming?

nSong Fengwan narrowed her eyes. The door isn’t closed.

nTen seconds later, Fu Chen pushed the door open, closed the door, and locked it.

n“You came so quickly today. Were you nearby?” Song Fengwan wiped her face and turned to face him.

n“Yes, Xiao Jingan got someone to take photos of you secretly. If you had gone to the appointment alone tonight…”

nSong Fengwan was slightly surprised. She really didn’t know about this.

n“And then?”

n“Photos were taken of Xiao Jingan and Yan Zhihuan.” Fu Chen rubbed his cup. “I got someone to send the photos to the two families just now.”

n“You…” Song Fengwan was stunned.

nHe actually sent the photos to their parents. If they were in poor health, they would likely faint from anger.

n“What exactly are you doing?”

n“Yan Zhihuan’s mother is greedy for power. After such a thing happened, and she still has photos, she will definitely cling to the Xiao family.” Fu Chen took a sip of water. “The Xiao family also cares about their reputation. In order to protect their reputation, they might compromise.”

n“Then, why did you send the photos to the Xiao family?” Song Fengwan was puzzled.

n“In the end, the whole thing was caused by Yan Zhihuan taking the initiative to seduce him. The Xiao family is already dissatisfied with her. When they see the photos, they will definitely think that Yan Zhihuan sent them to threaten them.”

nSong Fengwan swayed her calves. “That’s true. It’s impossible for Xiao Jingan to admit that he wanted to take photos of me secretly.”

n“Yan Zhihuan’s family will definitely take the photos and ask the Xiao family for an explanation. Even if these two get together in the future, they will fight every day and won’t have a good life.”

nSong Fengwan was speechless. “You are too bad.”

n“As bad as you? Didn’t you say you would only bring Mr. Yan? Why did you bring a group of people?”

n“I originally wanted Uncle Yan to beat him up and then drag him home to confront him face to face. Who knew that his voice was so loud that he attracted everyone.”

n“Did you see the two of them at it just now?”

n“Huh?” Song Fengwan suddenly thought of that scene and blushed.

n“What did you see?”

n“I didn’t see anything. It was too dark, and Uncle Yan stood in front of me.”

n“I’m afraid you saw something dirty, so I want to wash your eyes.”

n“What do you mean by washing my eyes?” Song Fengwan looked up at him.

nThe rest was naturally indescribable…

n***

nFu Chen didn’t return to his room this night. He accompanied Song Fengwan to watch an episode of a TV drama, and the two of them lay down together with their clothes on.

nHe naturally wanted to be closer to her. When she fell asleep, he pulled her into his embrace. But Song Fengwan felt hot and kicked him in her sleep.

nFu Chen felt extremely aggrieved.

nIsn’t this girl the most well-behaved when she sleeps? She actually kicked me?

nAlright, since she’s my chosen wife, I have to pamper her even if I have to kneel.

nBefore five in the morning, Fu Chen got up and returned to his room.

nWhen he opened the door, Yan Wangchuan was standing at his own door and looking into his room. He was wearing sportswear and was obviously waiting for someone.

nWhen he saw Fu Chen come out of Song Fengwan’s room, his eyes darkened.

n“I haven’t exercised in a long time. My clothes are a little tight.” Qiao Aiyun smiled. Just as she was about to walk out, Yan Wangchuan suddenly pushed her in. “Hey, what are you doing? Aren’t you going out for a run?”

n“Your clothes are too tight. They’re not suitable for exercise. Change into something else.”

n“I’ve gained weight recently, and my clothes are a little small. I don’t have any clothes to change into.” Qiao Aiyun was dumbfounded. What is this person doing?

nIn these ten seconds, Fu Chen turned around and returned to his room.

nYan Wangchuan felt depressed. Why didn’t he go to his room to sleep in the middle of the night? What were they doing?!

nI really can’t let this brat stay here. There are too many situations, and he might do something. Yet I still have to help cover up and clean up his mess?

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