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It was raining hard outside the house, and it wasn’t until past 10 p.m. that the rain started to lessen.

Yan Wangchuan had already ended the video call. He didn’t mention Song Fengwan the entire time and only said that he would contact her tomorrow. The two of them were basically talking about raising the baby. Qiao Aiyun didn’t want to stay at home all the time, so she had signed up for a pregnancy course. Usually, Yan Wangchuan would accompany her.

This was the first time they had been separated for so long after getting married. She said that she could do it alone.

Yan Wangchuan was still worried. After the video call ended, he called Yan Shaochen.

“Huh?” Yan Shaochen was dumbfounded when he heard about the pregnancy course. “Eldest Uncle, you want me to accompany Eldest Aunt…”

“You’ll also get married and have children in the future. Young people should learn more. There are only benefits and no disadvantages. It can let you experience the feeling of being a father in advance. Go pick up your aunt at nine tomorrow morning. Don’t forget.”

Yan Wangchuan was a very domineering person to begin with, and Yan Shaochen couldn’t reject him. He stammered and hesitated, but he couldn’t think of a reason to refuse.

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows. Yan Shaochen is also an unlucky child. He doesn’t even have a girlfriend and has to go to a pregnancy course.

Experience being a father? Isn’t this experience a little too early?

With such an uncle, this child is really pitiful.

After watching Yan Wangchuan on the phone with Yan Shaochen for a bit, Fu Chen sent Song Fengwan a message, pushed the door open, and walked out.

Song Fengwan had just taken a shower. When she pushed the door open and went out, the living room was dark. She could vaguely see Fu Chen standing by the window. She wrapped herself in her bathrobe and walked over. “Is Uncle Yan still video calling my mom?”

“No, he’s recruiting a man.”

“What?”

“He got Yan Shaochen to accompany Aunt Yun to the pregnancy course.”

Song Fengwan couldn’t help laughing out loud. “Then, it’ll probably end soon. Go back and sleep quickly. I have to get up early tomorrow to go to class. Good night.”

She waited for a long time, but Fu Chen didn’t speak. Just as she was about to ask him what was wrong, he said seriously, “I suddenly feel very uneasy.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t see you tonight. I can’t hug you to sleep.”

Song Fengwan suddenly felt a little breathless. Why is he always so earnest with his sweet nothings? He doesn’t seem to understand at all. When girls hear such words, their hearts get really flustered.

“It’s not like we can’t see each other anymore. We can still see each other tomorrow.” Song Fengwan hesitated.

“It’s too long.” Fu Chen moved and bent down in front of her. The tip of his nose rubbed against her face gently, and he pecked her lips. Then he planted a soft, warm kiss on her forehead. “A day will pass like a year.”

… Especially since I have to sleep with Yan Wangchuan tonight.

“It’ll be quick. Hurry up and go back to your room.” Song Fengwan looked at his thin clothes and was afraid that he might catch a cold.

When Fu Chen returned, Yan Wangchuan had already finished his call and got into bed. The two of them had to share a bed tonight. Fu Chen instantly felt his head hurt even more.

Seeing Fu Chen was still standing by the bed, Yan Wangchuan frowned slightly. “Why aren’t you coming up?”

If I let this brat sleep on the sofa, he will definitely slip into Wanwan’s room in the middle of the night. Although Yan Wangchuan was his accomplice, and he couldn’t do anything to him for the time being, he also wanted to trip him up, so he couldn’t let him succeed so easily.

“I…” Fu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly. To be honest, sleeping with a man was really uncomfortable to him.

Not to mention, he was his future father-in-law.

People slept with their wives. Why was he sleeping with his wife’s father? It was terrible.

He couldn’t tell anyone about this either. If Duan Linbai found out, he would laugh to death.

“Your first time?” In the past, when Yan Wangchuan had followed Old Master Qiao into the mountains to search for stones, their group of senior and junior brothers had always squeezed together. They had taken off their clothes and slept on a brick bed. Sleeping with a man was nothing special to him.

Seeing Fu Chen acting so coy like a big girl, he snorted disdainfully.

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows and remained silent. If he said that to a woman, she would definitely hear a different meaning.

“There’s always a first time for everything.” Yan Wangchuan’s expression was scarce, and his words were serious and solemn.

Does he want to do it again? Fu Chen braced himself and got into bed. There was a fine line between the two of them so that they wouldn’t move and disturb each other while sleeping.

But it was really strange to see a man sleeping beside him.

Yan Wangchuan had been on a plane for the entire day, so he fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed. But Fu Chen tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Just as he was about to send Song Fengwan a message on his phone, a low and hoarse voice faintly came from behind him.

“It’s not good for your eyes to play with your phone when the lights are off.

“Wanwan should already be asleep. You should sleep too.” His tone sounded threatening. “If you can’t sleep, we can chat for a while.”

Lying on the same bed as my future father-in-law and chatting at night?

“I’m just checking the time.”

Fu Chen was so shocked that his heart skipped a beat. He didn’t sleep well the entire night.

***

The next day…

Song Fengwan had class in the morning and had to go back to the dormitory to get her books. Before seven o’clock, Yan Wangchuan sent her to the school. Before he left, he even reminded Fu Chen.

“The rain has stopped.”

Meaning: You can get lost now.

“I understand.”

“Wanwan’s uncle and cousin will come over anytime,” Yan Wangchuan warned, his gaze clearly saying: “You better be careful and not come over again.”

At the Beijing University’s female dormitories, Yan Wangchuan parked the rented car not far from Song Fengwan’s dormitory building and took out the clothes and food Qiao Aiyun had bought for her. “Need any help?”

The things were in two big boxes, and they were really cumbersome.

“My roommates will come down to help.”

After waiting for about half a minute, Hu Xinyue and Miao Yating ran down. Because they had class, the two of them were dressed neatly. When they saw Yan Wangchuan, they even called him uncle politely.

“Mhm,” Yan Wangchuan replied indifferently, his expression scarily serious.

He repeated what Qiao Aiyun had told him to remind Song Fengwan.

While the two of them helped Song Fengwan carry the things up, Hu Xinyue couldn’t help complaining, “Wanwan, your dad looks so scary. He doesn’t even smile. When he looked at me, my heart almost jumped out. What is his job?”

“He’s in the design industry.”

“So, are you a daughter inheriting her father’s business?”

Perhaps because she didn’t want to mention Song Jingren’s matter, Song Fengwan didn’t refute that he wasn’t her biological father. These things were too complicated to explain in a short time.

“How long will your dad stay?” Miao Yating asked.

“He should be staying for a while. He’ll pick us up for lunch.”

“How can I accept this?” Although Hu Xinyue said this, she couldn’t hide her joy.

Yan Wangchuan had come to the capital this time not only to offer his birthday congratulations to Old Master Fu but also to handle many things for his company. The most important thing was that he was here to recruit people, mainly because the company lacked design talents. He had always been strict in this aspect.

He arrived at Dean Liu Hong’s office in the art school.

“Mr. Yan, you’re early.” Dean Liu smiled and invited him to sit down.

“I sent my daughter to school,” Yan Wangchuan said bluntly.

“Wanwan is indeed a good child.” Dean Liu smiled and took out a stack of design drawings from his drawer for him. “These are some of the design drafts I’ve chosen. These are all from students and teachers willing to work at the Yan Group. You can take them back to take a look.”

“Thank you.” Yan Wangchuan reached out to take them.

All the names on them were withheld so that he could evaluate the design drafts more objectively.

Yan Wangchuan casually flipped through them and took out a picture.

Liu Hong narrowed his eyes. Yan Wangchuan’s eyes are really sharp. He actually chose the best one among them.

But after looking at it for a long time, he still excluded the design drawing.

“Is this drawing bad?”

“It has form but no soul.” Yan Wangchuan narrowed his eyes and stared at the drawing. He kept feeling that this drawing style was indescribably strange. There were many people imitating Old Master Qiao’s style, but this person’s style gave him an indescribable feeling in his heart.

This drawing made him feel uncomfortable. There were a few types of drawing styles mixed together. It looked good and unique, but it was just strange to him.

Dean Liu was surprised. He really didn’t know what kind of design Yan Wangchuan wanted. This was Gao Xue’s proud work, and their school had specially poached her over. How could he not take a liking to this work?

The Yan Group depended on ability rather than qualifications. Although it was located in Nanjiang, its annual salary was high, especially the year-end bonus, which was exceptionally generous. Many students studying design wanted to go to the Yan Corporation after graduating.

Even Gao Xue was no exception. Although she had already been hired as a lecturer at Beijing University, the salaries of universities were naturally incomparable to those of businesses. She was extremely confident that she would definitely be chosen.

***

At the Beijing Pear Garden…

Before Fu Chen returned to Yunjin Prime Manor, he found out that Jing Hanchuan had not returned to the Jing residence yet, so he specially went to the Pear Garden to take a look.

Jing Hanchuan was very proud. If Fu Chen didn’t come today, it would probably be very difficult for him to enter the Jing Residence next time.

“Third Master, you’re here. Sixth Master is in the backyard.” A Jing family member led Fu Chen to the back.

The backyard of the Pear Garden was a place for opera performers to train. Singing and fighting were not simple things. Many of them had been training since childhood. Before he entered the backyard, he heard many people training their voices.

The group of people lined up to train their voices. Their voices could not be described as pleasant, so Fu Chen cleared his throat.

From afar, he saw Jing Hanchuan. He was wearing a blue suit. He was tall and had a good figure, and the plain blue color complemented his eyes and brows, making him look picturesque. Just his appearance alone was extremely beautiful.

Jing Hanchuan had been influenced by his mother and had learned Beijing opera for a period of time. At this moment, he was singing the song ‘The Bright Moon Rising over the Island’ in ‘The Drunken Concubine’. He only sang a few simple sentences, but they were quite decent.

He glanced at Fu Chen, took off his clothes, and handed them to someone before walking toward him. “What are you doing here?”

His tone wasn’t very good. He had been stood up at the last minute. Jing Hanchuan wasn’t someone without a temper.

“I brought you some soup dumplings.” Fu Chen turned a deaf ear to his displeasure.

The two of them went to the opera hall to eat.

Even the way Jing Hanchuan held his chopsticks was exceptionally elegant and graceful. “You’re here so early? Don’t you need to accompany Miss Song?”

“She needs to go to class.”

“Did you have a long night?” Jing Hanchuan narrowed his eyes and sized him up.

“Why are you asking this?”

“You have dark circles under your eyes, and you look like you’re not satisfied yet.” His tone was relaxed.

Fu Chen chuckled lightly. Who knew that he didn’t sleep with Song Fengwan last night? Where did his desires being unsatisfied come from?

At this moment, there was the sound of a car outside.

The Pear Garden was located in a secluded area, and it would only officially open for business this afternoon. It opened at three, and people would usually only arrive at two. Jing Hanchuan lowered his head and ate, without raising his eyebrows.

“Sixth Master, someone’s here?”

“Hmm?”

“Eldest Miss He wants to book the entire venue and came to ask about the details.”

Upon hearing the name ‘He’, Fu Chen, who had been looking down at his Buddhist prayer bracelet, couldn’t help looking up at Jing Hanchuan.

“I’m afraid she’s not here to book the venue.” Fu Chen sneered. “Does the He family have someone who likes to watch opera?”

Jing Hanchuan lowered his eyes and didn’t say anything. He ate the soup dumplings slowly. Even though there was hot soup inside, his actions were still elegant and proper.

Fu Chen said, “You don’t have much time to come to the Pear Garden. She chose this time to come here, so she probably came for you.”

Jing Hanchuan put down his chopsticks, pulled out a tissue at the side, and wiped the corner of his mouth elegantly. “She doesn’t want Miss Yu to come back. The He family’s assets are enormous. Who would be willing to have someone appear out of nowhere to compete with them?

“Most importantly, not only is Miss Yu staying in the capital…

“But she even found a boyfriend with a strong background. If the He family wants to bring her back, she will probably have to give up her position.”

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at the person opposite him. “The best way is to find a stronger boyfriend. You’re the best choice.

“So Miss He came here at this time because she wants to woo you…” Fu Chen’s tone was mocking. This Miss He is really bold to actually target the Jing family.

Jing Hanchuan’s fingers holding the tissue paused, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. “She probably wants to be thrown into my pond by me to feed my fish. My fish just happen to lack fish fat during the winter.”

“Sixth Master, how should we reply?” the Jing family member asked.

“Just say she’s not qualified to book my family’s Garden.” Jing Hanchuan’s smile was gentle, but it somehow exuded a chill.

Fu Chen sneered.

In other words:

You’re not worthy of wooing me!