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nIn May, the capital became hot for no reason. Yan Wangchuan and Qiao Aiyun’s plane was delayed, and they arrived in the capital half an hour late. When they took their luggage and went out, they saw Fu Chen, who had been waiting for a long time.

n“Mr. Yan, Aunt Yun.” It was rare for Fu Chen to be wearing sunglasses. Even so, he was still eye-catching in the crowd.

n“Why are you here?” Yan Wangchuan frowned.

nHe had a deep grudge against Fu Chen.

nLeaving behind a mess for him to clean up, causing him to be unable to climb onto his wife’s bed other than coaxing his child…

nWhen Qiao Aiyun was pregnant, she had rarely gone out and had been a little depressed. In the end, when she entered the delivery room, Yan Wangchuan had agitated her. She had held her anger in during her postpartum recovery and wanted to question Fu Chen properly. Her postpartum recovery had gone well, and she was recovering well. Her complexion was much better than before.

nShe was much rounder than before, and it was obvious that her life in the Yan family was very comfortable.

n“Eldest Sister-in-Law has something to do, so I came.” Fu Chen took their luggage. “Wanwan is still in class. I’ve booked a hotel for you. You can go there and rest first. After Wanwan’s class is over, I’ll pick her up, and we can eat together.”

nFrom the moment Qiao Aiyun started interacting with Fu Chen, she knew that he did things steadily. Now that she saw that he had arranged everything properly, she was even more satisfied.

n“Thanks for going to the trouble.”

n“This is my duty.”

nYan Wangchuan’s expression was sparse, and only his sharp eyes swept past him lightly. He’s full of honey.

n“I’ll go with you to pick up Wanwan. I want to go to her school to take a look too.” Qiao Aiyun had long wanted to see Song Fengwan’s living environment.

nThen…

nThe two of them left Yan Wangchuan alone in the hotel.

nYan Wangchuan was a person of few words to begin with, so before he could react, the two of them had already discussed going out. By the time he regained his senses, he was alone in the room.

nHe sat by the bed, depressed.

nHe thought about his son. When his son was unsatisfied, he kept making noises. But as a mature man…

nHe could only wait quietly for his wife to return.

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nBeijing University’s Yuhe Tower…

nSong Fengwan’s class ended at noon. At half past eleven, Fu Chen accompanied Qiao Aiyun to walk around the campus.

n“You can wait in the car. I’ll go to the classroom to take a look.”

nUniversity classrooms were not like high school ones. Outsiders were allowed to listen in. The front and back doors of the large classroom were completely open. Half of the classrooms on the third floor were still in class. She lowered her voice and walked to the back door of a classroom.

nMore than half of the classrooms could accommodate over two hundred people, and there were still many empty seats at the back.

nQiao Aiyun found a place at the door and sat down. From afar, she locked onto Song Fengwan almost immediately.

nThe lecturer was an old professor from the art school. He knew Old Master Qiao, so he naturally recognized Qiao Aiyun. He pushed the glasses on his nose bridge and continued the class calmly.

nFu Chen’s car was parked in the shade. He called Dai Yunqing and said that he would be in charge of taking care of Yan Wangchuan and his wife, telling her not to worry. From the corner of his eye, he saw a slightly flashy red sports car pass by his car and stop in front of Yuhe Tower.

nThen an even more flamboyant-looking man got out of the car.

nThe wound on his face hadn’t healed yet, and there was still a band-aid on his nose. But he was dressed trendy, and he wasn’t ugly. The main reason was that the car was too eye-catching, attracting the attention of many students.

n“Third Master, it’s Jiang Ershao again.”

n“He’s discharged?” Fu Chen had already hung up. “That person was too gentle.”

n“Is he going to look for Miss Song?” Shi Fang was slightly worried. “Why hasn’t he given up yet? I thought he learned his lesson from what happened before and would be quiet for a while after being discharged from the hospital. But he actually chased her all the way to the school.

n“Your love rivals from before weren’t as shameless as this.

n“It’s like he didn’t receive the warning at all.”

nFu Chen raised his eyebrows. “Love rival? Does he count?”

nShi Fang choked.

n“An enemy is only an enemy if both sides are evenly matched. Do you understand?”

nShi Fang smiled bitterly. Since you don’t take him seriously, don’t give me that attitude.

n“Third Master, are you really not going up to take a look?” Shi Fang saw that Jiang Ershao was actually holding flowers and went straight upstairs.

nFu Chen looked at the school building through the window and remained silent.

n“But he’s dressed formally and flamboyantly.”

nFu Chen narrowed his eyes. “In terms of being frivolous and unrestrained, I only acknowledge Linbai.”

nShi Fang frowned. Why does this sound a little strange? Is he praising Young Master Duan? Or mocking him?

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nJiang Ershao had already checked Song Fengwan’s class schedule. He walked in from the back door and actually sat in Qiao Aiyun’s row, with an empty seat between them.

nQiao Aiyun tilted her head and sized him up

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