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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nThe restaurant’s restroom…

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nHu Xinyue never thought that Song Fengwan would be with Fu Chen…

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nDidn’t she call him Uncle?

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nThe two of them are about seven years apart.

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n“Third Master, what should we do? Should we settle it?” Qian Jiang asked bluntly.

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nThis time, Hu Xinyue’s eyes were really red. What does this bandit want to do to me? What should I do?

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nShe had already imagined many police and bandit movies she had seen in the past. Her eyes were red from anxiety, but her mouth was tightly sealed, and she couldn’t call for help. Her face flushed red.

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nAre they going to shoot me in the head to silence me or throw me into the sea to feed the sharks?

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n“Shh—” Fu Chen motioned for her to keep quiet.

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nHu Xinyue hurriedly nodded.

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n“Let go.” Fu Chen reached out his hand to help Song Fengwan straighten her clothes and hair. He didn’t seem to mind that someone had interrupted them, but Song Fengwan felt increasingly uncomfortable.

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nAs soon as Qian Jiang let go, Hu Xinyue’s legs went weak, and she almost fell to the floor.

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n“Wanwan, go back first. I’ll talk to your roommate.” Fu Chen rubbed her hair.

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n“You two talk?” Song Fengwan was a little worried.

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n“I still have to worry about you. I won’t make things difficult for your friend.” Even if Hu Xinyue didn’t find out today, Fu Chen still planned to talk to her.

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nAfter all, university was not like high school. It was considered a small society. Since Hu Xinyue was her friend, the two of them might be together for a long time. If anything happened to Song Fengwan, she could inform him in time.

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nSong Fengwan walked out awkwardly.

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n“Wanwan…” How could Hu Xinyue dare to be alone with Fu Chen? Wouldn’t he kill her?

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n“It’s alright. Third Brother is a good person. If he makes things difficult for you, tell me.” Song Fengwan smiled.

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nThird Brother? Didn’t she call him Third Uncle just now? Hu Xinyue was already dumbfounded.

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nSong Fengwan didn’t leave but stood a few meters away and watched Fu Chen talk to her. In just a few minutes, the two of them walked over.

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nShe didn’t know what Fu Chen said to her, but Hu Xinyue was actually willing to help them hide it and agreed to be his spy.

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n“What did he say to you?” Song Fengwan was curious.

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n“Nothing much.” Hu Xinyue smiled foolishly at her.

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nActually, what Fu Chen said was very simple. He knew that her parents had transferred her to another school because she had fallen in love at an early age. With this as a breach, he used emotion and reason to convince her. He explained that it wasn’t easy for them to fall in love. And at this moment, because of some objective factors, their relationship couldn’t be exposed yet.

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nHu Xinyue was straightforward and loyal. Remembering her miserable and helpless situation back then, she immediately agreed to help hide it.

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nMoreover, from her conversation with Fu Chen, she could tell that he wasn’t a bad person.

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nShe also added Fu Chen on WeChat and said that she would definitely inform him if something happened to Song Fengwan.

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n“He didn’t make things difficult for you, did he?” Song Fengwan didn’t want her first friend in university to ignore her after only knowing her for two days.

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n“No, he really likes you. Good luck. I’m rooting for you two.”

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nSong Fengwan’s lips twitched. How did Third Brother brainwash her?

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nJust moments ago, she was scared to death and begged me for help. But now, she’s become an ally?

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n***

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nThe restaurant wasn’t far from Beijing University. Song Fengwan and Hu Xinyue had already agreed to go shopping, so they left the few men.

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nQiao Xiyan was speechless. “This girl just made a friend and doesn’t even want her brother anymore. She’s a little too much.”

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nFu Chen drank his tea silently.

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nShi Fang, standing at the side, coughed twice. She doesn’t even want her future husband, let alone her brother.

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nFu Chen was not currently in a hurry. She was already here, and he could meet her anytime, so there was no hurry. Qiao Xiyan was very smart. Before he left, it was still not the time to let himself go.

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n“If you don’t have any arrangements in the afternoon, do you want to come with me?” Fu Chen looked at Qiao Xiyan.

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n“You have an arrangement?”

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n“Do you want to go for a steam massage?”

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n“Sure.”

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nQiao Xiyan worked bent over a table all year round, so his waist and neck had not been feeling well lately. But he had been so busy recently that his feet hadn’t even touched the ground. Now that Song Fengwan had settled in, it wasn’t a bad idea to relax.

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nSong Fengwan and Hu Xinyue went to the nearest supermarket and bought some daily necessities. Some girls’ private things were really not suitable for bringing Qiao Xiyan and Fu Chen along.

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nHu Xinyue’s monthly living expense was 1,500 yuan. She wanted to buy train tickets and book hotels when she met her boyfriend, so she had to spend money carefully.

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n“He said he’ll come see me on National Day. He’ll pay for the ticket, and I’ll pay for the hotel, so I have to save money.” When Hu Xinyue talked about her boyfriend, she looked happy.

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n“Is your boyfriend so good? Do you have photos?” Song Fengwan had been curious for a long time.

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nHu Xinyue turned on her phone and showed her a few photos. He didn’t look outstanding and looked very honest. “We’ve known each other since junior high. At the time, he was the class monitor, and I was the deputy class monitor.”

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n“Your family still doesn’t agree?”

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n“I haven’t dared to tell my family yet. If they find out that we’re still together after transferring schools for me, they’ll definitely break my legs. My dad is quite traditional.” Hu Xinyue shrugged. “What about you and your third brother? Why are you together?”

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n“I think it’s unbelievable too. I had a fiancé before, and he’s his uncle.”

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nHu Xinyue was dumbfounded. “Sister, are you acting in a TV drama with me?”

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nSong Fengwan was amused.

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nThe two chatted and laughed while returning to school. Song Fengwan remembered the turning point in her relationship with Fu Chen. It must have been the incident in the ski resort overseas on New Year’s Eve…

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nShe had really cried from fright during that avalanche. Ever since then, Fu Chen seemed to have stopped skiing.

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nThinking about it now, she felt a little uncomfortable that she had asked him to give up his hobby.

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nShe sent Fu Chen a message.

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nAre you really not planning to ski again in the future? Don’t you regret giving up your hobby for me?

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nFu Chen was taking a shower at the moment and didn’t see the message.

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n…

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nSong Fengwan carried the supermarket convenience bag and walked back to the dormitory with Hu Xinyue.

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n“Let me tell you something. The small red-brick building over there is Yuhe Tower. We usually go there for classes, and we named it after our Old Master Qiao.” Every time Hu Xinyue mentioned Qiao Yuhe, she had a strong sense of pride.

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n“You really like him.” Song Fengwan was willing to get close to her because she saw her idolizing her grandfather and felt a sense of closeness.

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n“That’s for sure. You don’t even know how handsome he was when he was young!”

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nSong Fengwan smiled bitterly. “He also has a big temper.”

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nOld Master Qiao’s temper was publicly acknowledged as terrible, and he carried a sense of arrogance.

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n“Qiao Yuhe should have a temper. This is called having character.”

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nSong Fengwan smiled awkwardly. She’s not just an ordinary fan, but a braindead fan.

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n“Song Fengwan!” Someone called her.

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nSong Fengwan subconsciously followed the voice and saw a young man in a white shirt waving at her.

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nSeeing her turn around, he jogged over.

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nWhen the boy smiled, he had a canine tooth. He was handsome and full of vigor. When he ran up to Song Fengwan, he panted slightly. His face was redder than a maple leaf, and he tugged at his hair in embarrassment. “Do you still remember me?”

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nSong Fengwan naturally remembered him. Back then, his mother had even kicked up a fuss in the atelier. But this was her mother’s matter, and it had nothing to do with him. Besides, it had been so long ago, so Song Fengwan had long stopped caring about it.

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nUpon seeing him, she felt a little surprised to reunite with an old friend. “Xu Jingcheng.”

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n“It’s me. I didn’t expect you to remember me.” Xu Jingcheng was still a little shy in front of Song Fengwan.

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n“What a coincidence.”

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n“I’m in the medical school. You’re in the art school?”

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n“Yeah.”

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n“Then…” Xu Jingcheng was so anxious that his head was full of sweat. “Can you give me your contact info?”

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nSong Fengwan gave him a string of numbers, and Xu Jingcheng saved it. “I’ll help you carry your things.”

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n“No thanks. We’re almost at the dormitory. We’ll get going first.” Song Fengwan said goodbye to him and left with Hu Xinyue.

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nHu Xinyue wasn’t stupid. When the young man in white saw Song Fengwan, his eyes widened and his face flushed red. He clearly liked her.

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nShe had just agreed to help Fu Chen ‘monitor’ Song Fengwan when this poacher appeared? And he was a very handsome little fresh meat. Compared to him…

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nHer third brother is considered old cured meat.

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n***

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nWhen Fu Chen came out of the shower, the first thing he saw was Qian Jiang’s message.

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nEven though Qian Jiang protected Song Fengwan, it was impossible for him to follow her to the female dormitory. This was why Fu Chen had troubled Hu Xinyue to help him.

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nThird Master, your former love rival has appeared again.

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nXu Jingcheng, Beijing University School of Medicine.

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nHeight: 179cm, former school hunk of Beijing Second High School.

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nFu Chen sneered. I remember warning this kid before. Where did he come from? What school hunk?

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nHe’s simply a wild weed that can’t be burned and grew again…

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nFu Chen scrolled to Song Fengwan’s message and narrowed his eyes.

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nSong Fengwan had just returned to her dorm room and washed her face. When she saw Fu Chen’s message, her heart palpitated.

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nHis reply is so flirtatious.

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nShe asked if it was a pity to give up skiing, but Fu Chen replied with three sentences…

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nBetween the moon and the snow, you are the third type of beauty.

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nIt’s not a pity to give up the snow.

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nBecause I have you.

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n0 Handsome young men.

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