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nWhen Song Fengwan and Fu Chen went downstairs, only the two Fu elders were watching TV in the living room.

n“Where’s my cousin?” Song Fengwan was surprised.

n“He went outside.” Old Master Fu pointed at the door.

n“Wanwan, sit with me.” Old Madam Fu beckoned her to sit down.

nSong Fengwan guessed that he had gone out to smoke. She ignored him and looked at the TV. At this moment, there was a domestic legal program playing, and the host was commenting on it.

nShe had once watched this program on a bus’s TV. She remembered that the host was very beautiful.

nWhy did she change? Maybe there’s more than one host for this show. Song Fengwan naturally didn’t think much about it.

nWhen the program ended, Old Madam Fu sighed. “What’s been going on recently? Little Yu hasn’t been in the past few episodes.

n“Didn’t the new host say that he would be replacing an intern for just a few episodes? It’s already been a few episodes. Is he really going to replace Little Yu?

n“Her comments are still more interesting. The current criticisms are fine, but they’re not quite right.”

nFu Chen chuckled. “Do you like her that much?”

n“Do you want to marry her?” Old Madam Fu raised her eyebrows.

n“She’s not my type.”

n“I can’t tell what type you like. Do you even have a type you like?”

nFu Chen saw that Old Madam Fu was starting to talk and knew that she was going to start nagging again, so he hurriedly got up. “I’ll go take a look at Qiao Xiyan.”

n“Running away again.” Old Madam Fu harrumphed.

nWhen Fu Chen went out, Qiao Xiyan was standing in the courtyard, smoking a cigarette. The flickering light made his face look even colder and gloomier.

n“Huh?” Qiao Xiyan saw him coming and handed him a cigarette.

n“I don’t smoke,” Fu Chen declined. “You’re addicted to smoking?”

n“Not really.” Qiao Xiyan tilted his head and took a puff of smoke. “I couldn’t bring my carving knives with me on the plane. My hands are itching now, and I feel uncomfortable, so I came out to smoke to relieve myself.”

n“You feel uncomfortable without a knife?” Fu Chen’s expression was normal.

n“I’m used to it.”

nThe midsummer wind suddenly blew a chill, making it inexplicably cold.

n***

nThe next day, Qiao Xiyan and Song Fengwan went to Yunjin Prime Manor to move their luggage. There were too few rental cars here, so they borrowed Fu Chen’s car in the end. There were too many things, and just the two thick cotton blankets occupied a lot of space.

n“I’ll send you there,” Fu Chen suggested.

n“Sorry to trouble you. Aren’t you going to work today?” Qiao Xiyan was still very polite to him.

n“There’s nothing much.”

nAfter getting into the car, Song Fengwan sat at the back with a blanket in her hands and listened quietly to the conversation between the two people in front.

nQiao Xiyan asked, “Third Master, I heard that you studied overseas?”

n“Yes, I went on a recommendation when I was sixteen.”

n“So, you’ve never experienced the college entrance exam?”

n“I’ve never experienced high school entrance exams either.”

n“What a coincidence. Me too.”

nWhile driving, Fu Chen glanced at Qiao Xiyan from the corner of his eye. He had heard his parents mention that he had been gifted since he was young and had studied carving overseas. When he came back, the National Cultural Heritage Administration wanted to hire him, but he didn’t go.

nListening to the conversation between the two of them, Song Fengwan really wanted to go up and kick each of them. I know that your recommendations are impressive, okay? Do you need to show off in front of me?

nDuring the three-day reporting period, most people came today. The car couldn’t enter at all, so they could only walk in from the school gates.

n“Third Master…” Qiao Xiyan raised his eyebrows. Isn’t this person here to be a coolie?

n“I got Shi Fang and Qian Jiang to help.”

nThen everyone saw a burly man carrying two colorful blankets. It was indescribably beautiful.

nSong Fengwan carried her newly bought wash basin and followed behind them, almost cramping up from laughing.

nShe had said that she would buy something to put the blankets in, but Fu Chen insisted that they would get dirty. And then…

nQian Jiang was tall and had been in Nanjiang for a few months. His skin was so dark that it was shining, and he was muscular and eye-catching wherever he went. But when he was carrying the blankets, he looked inexplicably adorable.

nHe didn’t care about the gazes of others at all, but Shi Fang lowered his head and was very unwillingly walking alongside him.

n“F*ck, why didn’t Third Master carry these himself? He insisted that you take them. Do you see the gazes of the people around you?

n“Do all these old ladies have such unique tastes? Has she never heard of matching colors?

n“I’m f*cking so embarrassed.”

n…

nQian Jiang turned a deaf ear. He carried the blankets and continued walking, becoming the most unique scenery on campus.

nQiao Xiyan had been worried about how to carry the blankets in. Now, everything was settled.

n***

nSong Fengwan went to her dorm room. Only Hu Xinyue was here, and she was lying on her bed and talking on the phone. She was speaking in a dialect, and from her tone, she was obviously talking with her boyfriend.

n“Wanwan, you’re back?” Hu Xinyue was very excited upon seeing her return.

n“Yes, I’m moving my things. My brother is here.” After all, it was a female dormitory. Song Fengwan was worried that she would be wearing pajamas or something. If a man suddenly entered, it would be awkward.

n“It’s fine. Let him in.” Over the past two days, there had been boys walking back and forth in the corridor, so Hu Xinyue was dressed very neatly.

nBut next, she saw a burly man carrying two floral blankets enter.

n“Which bed?” Qian Jiang’s voice was low and deep. One look, and she knew that he wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

n“This.” Song Fengwan lifted the mosquito net on her tiptoes and let him put the blankets on it.

nThe remaining few people filed in and put her luggage down. The dorm room instantly became very crowded.

nWhen Hu Xinyue saw Fu Chen enter, her eyes lit up.

nShe had a boyfriend, so she naturally didn’t have any improper thoughts about Fu Chen. It was purely the appreciation of art students for beautiful things.

nFu Chen held a suitcase in his hand and sized up Song Fengwan’s dorm room. He kept feeling that nowhere was as comfortable as his home. He didn’t know why the little girl was so excited.

n“Wanwan.” Hu Xinyue lay on her loft bed and called Song Fengwan over. Their beds were next to each other, and their heads were also next to each other when they slept.

n“Huh?” Song Fengwan walked over.

n“Is he your brother too? Your family’s genes are too good.”

nAt this moment, Qiao Xiyan, beside her, said, “He’s her uncle.”

nA mouthful of blood got stuck in Fu Chen’s mouth, and he was unable to vomit it out.

nHe forced a smile out of his mouth. “Hello.”

nHu Xinyue was also a big-hearted person, so she called him casually, “Hello, Uncle. You’re really young.”

nShi Fang laughed out loud. He really couldn’t hold it in anymore.

nFu Chen immediately kicked him. “Get out after you finish moving things.”

n“Okay.” Shi Fang rubbed his thigh and walked out. Why did you kick me? If you have the ability, go kick your future brother-in-law. You can’t bully me like this.

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nWhen Song Fengwan finished putting her luggage away, it was already noon.

n“We’ll come back in the afternoon to clean up. Let’s go eat first. Do you want to join us?” Qiao Xiyan looked at Hu Xinyue.

nShe seemed to always be alone. Her personality was simple and straightforward, and she was very friendly. Song Fengwan would be staying in the university dormitory for four years, so Qiao Xiyan hoped that she would take more care of Song Fengwan.

n“I…” Hu Xinyue was a little hesitant. She knew that if she went out to eat with them, it would definitely be Qiao Xiyan’s treat. She was embarrassed.

n“Let’s go. Hurry up and get out of bed.” Song Fengwan was an only child. She didn’t have many friends in high school, and she also got along well with Hu Xinyue.

n“Okay then.” Hu Xinyue couldn’t decline and went out with them.

nAfter Qiao Xiyan left, Song Fengwan would be alone in the capital. He also hoped that Fu Chen would take more care of her, so he treated them to lunch and booked the best restaurant in the capital. Hu Xinyue wasn’t a fool. From the car they drove, she knew that Song Fengwan’s family background was excellent.

nAt first, she was very reserved after getting in the car. But later on, the two started chatting away in the back.

n“… You came by train alone with so much luggage?” Song Fengwan was surprised.

n“I didn’t have that much luggage, and my parents were too busy.”

nHu Xinyue’s father was a civil servant, and her mother was an accountant. Her family’s living conditions were pretty good.

n***

nAfter the few of them arrived at the restaurant and ordered food, Song Fengwan said that she wanted to go to the restroom. Not long later, Fu Chen also made an excuse and went out.

nQiao Xiyan wasn’t a talkative person. Moreover, Shi Fang and Qian Jiang were standing still at the side, making Hu Xinyue feel increasingly nervous and uneasy.

n“The tiger in your car is pretty.”

n“That’s a Hu1, used in ancient rituals.”

n“That accessory looks good too.” Hu Xinyue took a sip of water nervously.

n“That’s a jade pipe, an ancient musical instrument.”

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nHu Xinyue suddenly felt like she was illiterate in front of him.

n“Um… I’m going to the restroom too.” Hu Xinyue grabbed her backpack and walked out awkwardly.

nShe followed the signs to the restroom. Because the restaurant was too big, and the layout was very complicated, she walked around and turned into the most remote restroom.

nAfter breaking away from Qiao Xiyan’s powerful aura, she heaved a long sigh of relief. As soon as she stepped into the restroom, she saw bathroom sinks in front of her. She looked up and saw Fu Chen pressing Song Fengwan against a sink and kissing her.

nHer pupils dilated, and she screamed in fright. Thankfully, Qian Jiang, who was following closely behind her, was quick enough to cover her mouth.

n“Don’t speak.” Qian Jiang was very strong, and his voice was sharp.

nFu Chen reached out his hug Song Fengwan and shot Hu Xinyue a cold look. It was a sharpness she had never seen before. How could a young lady have experienced such a thing? She was so frightened that she almost cried.

nWill I be silenced?

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