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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nInside Yunjin Prime Manor…

nSeeing that Song Fengwan hadn’t come downstairs for a long time, Fu Chen got up to check on the situation.

nWhen Huai Sheng came back, he had gone upstairs to his room. He was just hiding under his blanket and pretending to be asleep, clearly not wanting to interact with others.

nAs soon as Fu Chen stepped onto the stairs, Duan Linbai poked Jing Hanchuan.

n“F*ck, you two are just having a meal. Why is there fire flying everyone? It even affected a bystander like me.”

n“It’s dangerous to watch a show. You should cherish your life.” Jing Hanchuan lowered his head and drank coconut milk. It was made of coconut powder brought back by Song Fengwan, and the taste was very strong.

n“Why did you suddenly mention their ages? Don’t you know that Third Fu cares about this the most?”

n“This is the truth. Why can’t I mention it?” Jing Hanchuan raised his eyebrows. “People can’t avoid things that exist objectively. They have to face themselves. This situation reminds me of a poem.”

n“What?”

n“The bride is eighteen while her groom’s eighty-year-old; Red dress versus gray hair, they each other behold. The lovebirds’ll consummate in nuptial bed tonight; Like a pear tree o’er begonia, a tale oft told.”

n“Pfft—” Duan Linbai vomited blood. He’s too vicious. This person’s mouth is too vicious.

nHe watched as Fu Chen staggered for a while and then turned around to take a deep look at the two of them.

nWhat a good ‘the bride is eighteen while her groom’s eighty-year-old’. Jing Hanchuan, you’re capable.

n***

nWhen Fu Chen arrived on the second floor…

nThe door wasn’t tightly shut. Fu Chen pushed the door open and entered. Huai Sheng was sitting on a chair, eating. He ate very quickly, and almost all the food Song Fengwan brought for him had been wiped out.

n“Third Uncle.” His eyes were red as he turned to look at Fu Chen.

n“Have some soup.” Song Fengwan frowned slightly. She had picked a lot of each dish for him, and there was a lot of food. He had wolfed it down and ate a little too much.

n“Okay.” Huai Sheng nodded obediently. “Actually, I could have gone downstairs to eat. You didn’t have to bring food to my room.”

nHis voice was hoarse from crying.

n“It’s alright.” Song Fengwan smiled.

nAfter he finished eating, Fu Chen took the plate from Song Fengwan and reminded him to rest early. But Huai Sheng suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of Fu Chen’s shirt.

n“Huh?”

n“Third Uncle, I don’t want to go with them. I’ll be more obedient in the future.”

nTears welled up in Song Fengwan’s eyes, but she bit her lip and didn’t say anything.

n“If you don’t want to leave, no one can take you away.” Fu Chen patted his little head.

n“Pinky swear,” Huai Sheng said seriously.

n“Okay.” Fu Chen stretched out his hand.

nWhen the two of them went downstairs, they naturally had different feelings in their hearts.

nWhen Song Fengwan sat at the dining table, she felt that the atmosphere wasn’t right, especially between Fu Chen and Jing Hanchuan. It was very strange.

n“Eat.” Fu Chen took the lead to serve Song Fengwan food.

n“Okay.” The two of them interacted frequently. Although they didn’t behave excessively, they were very intimate.

nDuan Linbai had long been used to it. Jing Hanchuan narrowed his eyes. It wasn’t easy for me to stay in his house for dinner. Is this fellow here to feed me dog food?

n“Eat more. You’re too skinny.” Ever since Song Fengwan came back from the military training, Fu Chen wished he could give her more meat.

nJing Hanchuan looked at the people of the Jing family not far away. “Call back and ask if my fish at home have been fed. Don’t starve my fish and make them lose weight.”

nDuan Linbai burst out laughing.

nHe has a wife, but you have fish?

nJing Hanchuan, do you have to be so tsundere?

n***

nAfter they ate dinner, Master Pudu arrived at around nine in the evening. After a brief exchange with Fu Chen, he went upstairs to accompany Huai Sheng. They could hear Huai Sheng’s tragic cries downstairs.

nWhat happened today clearly frightened Huai Sheng quite a bit.

n“Anyone with a little conscience wouldn’t have forced a child like this. They’re both their sons. Why is there such a difference in treatment?” Duan Linbai was speechless.

n“Is the sick boy his brother?” Song Fengwan checked the news and found out that the boy was already thirteen years old. There was also a fifteen-year-old sister. “They already had a son and daughter. Why did they still want another one?”

nAnd there was a huge age difference.

nMany things on the news were only mentioned halfway, and many things were not mentioned at all.

n“The boy underwent an operation six years ago, but his leukemia relapsed.”

n“Then, the reason they gave birth to the little monk back then was for the umbilical cord blood, right?” Duan Linbai chuckled. Actually, there were many people who gave birth to a second child to save their first now. But they threw them away after using them. This is too f*cking wicked.

n“Before they used the umbilical cord blood, they found a suitable match and performed the surgery in advance,” Fu Chen explained.

n“So they thought Huai Sheng was useless?” Duan Linbai was flabbergasted. “They probably didn’t expect this illness to relapse again. It’s really karma.”

n“Why didn’t they look for the donor from before?” Song Fengwan asked.

nFu Chen said, “I’ve checked that person. He was almost fifty when he donated the bone marrow. After six years, he became older, and his health wasn’t good. The bone marrow donation process wasn’t comfortable, so he wasn’t willing to donate anymore.”

n“This is really karma. But this family is really wicked. They don’t know how to repent and even want to use public opinion. People who don’t know better might even think that the Fu family is obstructing them.” Duan Linbai was speechless.

nSong Fengwan scrolled through Weibo, and the first trending topic was Fu family, followed by Old Master Fu and Third Master Fu. The netizens had almost gone through Fu family members one by one.

nBut the Fu family usually didn’t have any scandals, so the things everyone could talk about were limited.

nAt most, Fu Zhongli’s family was brought up, and Sun Rui’s family was mentioned. But there was nothing else for netizens to investigate.

n“Hanchuan, why aren’t you saying anything?” Duan Linbai reached out to stop him. “Don’t you feel indignant?”

n“Strong indignation.” Jing Hanchuan nodded.

n“Aren’t you going to condemn them?” Duan Linbai was speechless. At least cooperate with me.

nUnder Duan Linbai’s expectant gaze, he said lightly, “Strong condemnation.”

n“If I was there today, I would have beaten those two to death, right?” The two people on the other side were a couple, so Duan Linbai could only keep cueing Jing Hanchuan.

n“Yes, it’s easy to wipe out two people.” Jing Hanchuan’s expression was indifferent.

n“That’s right. Third Fu, deal with them!” Duan Linbai was agitated and furious.

nThe few of them chatted in the living room for a while, and then Jing Hanchuan planned to leave and go home.

nHis reason was: The street lights in Chuanbei are too dark, so it’s not safe to go home late.

nDuan Linbai vomited blood. Which f*cking road do you want to take? Even the King of Hell doesn’t dare to touch you. Are you afraid of the dark?

nBrother, are you kidding me?

nDuan Linbai had gone to the new district for an inspection today in Fu Chen’s car. He couldn’t be bothered to call his assistant over, so he took Jing Hanchuan’s car back.

nOn the way back, Jing Hanchuan had already opened one of the coconut cakes Song Fengwan gave him. Duan Linbai was about to reach out to take a piece when he felt a slap on the back of his hand.

n“You’re too protective of your food.”

nJing Hanchuan tilted his head and looked at him. “Do you have a problem with that?”

n“No problem.” Duan Linbai leaned against the back of the chair. “I brought you coconut cake when I went to Nanjiang previously. I never saw you treasure it so much.”

n“Yours isn’t authentic and tastes bad.”

nAfter all, the Yan family was from Nanjiang, so they could naturally buy more authentic food.

n“How was the project inspection in the new district? Do you still need investments?” Jing Hanchuan ate calmly and elegantly.

n“That’s right. You want to invest? Do you lack money?” Duan Linbai chuckled. Who knew how much money the Jing family had? In any case, he felt that even if Jing Hanchuan squandered money every day, he wouldn’t be able to spend it all in this lifetime. “Third Fu is investing to support his wife. Why do you want to make so much money?”

n“Dig fish ponds and raise fish!” Jing Hanchuan chewed on the cake. Who can’t raise something?

nDuan Linbai was stunned. How can raising a wife be the same as raising fish?

n***

nOn the other side…

nSong Fengwan had just taken a shower and was on the phone with Qiao Aiyun when Fu Chen pushed the door open and entered.

n“… I’ve already delivered everything. Yes, I’m staying in the dormitory tonight.” How could Song Fengwan dare to say that she was staying at Fu Chen’s place? Qiao Aiyun had always felt that they owed Fu Chen too much and didn’t allow her to trouble him.

nSong Fengwan looked at Fu Chen and put her index finger to her lips, gesturing for him to be quiet and move lightly.

nWith a bottle of ointment in his hand, Fu Chen closed the door softly and entered the room.

n“My roommates went out to play and weren’t around, so it’s quieter…”

n“I will definitely study hard.

n“Mom, I’m going out to take a shower. I’m hanging up.”

nSong Fengwan quickly hung up the phone.

nFu Chen smiled and suddenly reached out to carry her to the table. Her feet left the ground, and her gaze met Fu Chen’s. “I’ll apply some medicine for you.”

nSong Fengwan reached out to touch the side of her face. “It’ll disappear soon. It’s fine.”

nFu Chen opened the bottle, smeared a cream-colored ointment on his fingertips, and applied it on her chin.

n“I was just accidentally scratched by that woman’s nails. It’ll be fine tomorrow.” Song Fengwan saw that his expression was tense and wanted to talk about something else. “By the way, have you known Sixth Master Jing for a long time?”

n“More than twenty years.”

n“Is he really as vicious as the legends say? That he kills people like flies and his methods make people’s hair stand on end?”

n“It’s a lawful society now. What do you think?” Fu Chen chuckled.

nPerhaps because the Jing family was too famous in the past, no one knew when it started, but Jing Hanchuan became a complete devil in everyone’s eyes.

nMoreover, Jing Hanchuan couldn’t find the source of the rumors, which made him depressed for a long time.

nSome parents even threatened their children, “If you don’t listen, I’ll throw you to Chuanbei.”

nThe more the rumors spread, the more mysterious he became. There were even people who said that he didn’t get married because his destiny would suppress his wife’s. People even fabricated stories about him being a monster, giving him an evil reputation.

nIn fact, apart from making investments, Jing Hanchuan only stayed at home to fish and listen to opera. The Pear Garden that Old Madam Fu often went to was run by the Jing family.

nHe was a classic example of silently making a fortune.

nSong Fengwan smiled. “He doesn’t seem like a particularly bad person. He actually likes to eat sweets?”

n“Wanwan…”

n“Mmm.”

n“When he said that he could erase people, he wasn’t joking. Their family really has such strength.”

n“Oh.” Song Fengwan was confused by his kiss and responded vaguely.

n“He’s not a good person.”

n…

nSong Fengwan reached out to hug his neck. “You said that your friend isn’t a good person. Birds of a feather flock together. What about you?”

n“I’m not a good person either. I’m the very bad kind.”

nFu Chen hugged her while sleeping the whole night. It was sweet torture.

n…

nAfter comforting Huai Sheng, Master Pudu planned to have a good chat with Fu Chen, but Huai Sheng told him that Fu Chen wasn’t in his room.

nMaster Pudu was already in his sixties. When he heard this, he shook his head.

n“Young benefactors nowadays are really impressive. They commit sins and do good.”

n***

nChuanbei Jing Family…

nAfter returning home, Jing Hanchuan sat by his fish tank and fed his goldfish.

n“Why do you think someone like Fu Chen can find a girlfriend?”

nThe people of the Jing family looked at each other.

nBased on Sixth Master’s appearance, he was definitely likable. But when others heard that he was from the Chuanbei Jing family, they immediately ran away in fear. For the past hundred years, no matchmaker had stepped into the Jing residence.

nOld Madam Fu had once wanted to find someone to matchmake with him. After all, in a place like Beijing, there were all sorts of families with daughters seeking marriage. But in the end, the matter was left unsettled. They all said ‘cherish your life and stay away from the Jing family’.

nTherefore, Sixth Master didn’t like people showing off their affection in front of him.

nEven the fish he raised were all male.

nThey absolutely couldn’t give birth to little fish…

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