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nA certain fair-faced man was lying on the bed with his limbs spread out, whining with the thermometer in his mouth.

n“I heard that Cheng Lan is pestering you again? This woman is really devoted to you.”

nStanding at the side, Fu Chen was preparing a certain someone’s medicine for him according to the note the doctor left, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

n“During the war, her ancestor and your father merely sought refuge together and shared half a piece of rotten bread.

n“After the founding of the country, your father, out of gratitude, not only gave their family a large sum of money but also made connections to let them establish themselves in the capital. Only then did the Cheng family exist.

n“Nearly twenty years ago, when Mrs. Cheng was pregnant, she had been continuously receiving progesterone injections through her pregnancy. Later on, she had a difficult labor and almost lost her life, along with her then-unborn son. And back then, it was also your family who hired an entire plane to bring an overseas expert over.

n“No matter what kindness there was, it has all been repaid. What else does that family want? A marriage alliance with your family?

n“The friendship between your elders wasn’t for them to squander like this.”

nThe Cheng family had relied on the Fu family to make their status what it was now. In the past, they were just an ordinary family in the countryside. After that ancestor of theirs passed away, the Fu family didn’t help them much. But whenever the Fu family held banquets and events, Old Master Fu would always think of them and invite them over.

nJust based on this alone, it was impossible to calculate the total number of connections this family had made while relying on the Fu family.

nFu Chen sneered and didn’t say anything.

nHis father cared about their old relationship, and Fu Chen didn’t want to embarrass her too much on account of the friendship between the two families in the past. But a certain someone thought that his actions were a tacit agreement for her to like him, so she was fearless and became more and more presumptuous.

nIf she really dares to touch Song Fengwan this time, she can see if I’ll still show her mercy.

n“Take your medicine.” Fu Chen passed some pills and a glass of warm water to the man.

nWhen the man saw the pills, his jaw almost dropped. “What the f*ck? Did you get it wrong? Why are there so many pills?”

nI thought I only needed to take eight pills at most. But there are at least a dozen pills here. He’s trying to f*cking poison me.

n“The doctor said that if you’re seriously ill, you have to take double the dosage,” Fu Chen said, looking calm and poised.

n“I…” The man’s face turned pale from anger. “Even if I’m fine, I’ll be paralyzed from anger by you. Someone like you will definitely have to be a monk in the future…”

n“A virgin has no qualifications to comment on me.”

nThe man exploded in anger and jumped up from the bed. “I’m focused on my career! How can men be tied down by love?!

n“I’m someone who does big things. What do you know?!

n“Besides, I’m not a virgin. I…” The man hesitated. “When I was holding hands with little girls, you were still wearing diapers and playing in the mud!”

nFu Chen put down the glass and reached out to touch the man’s forehead.

nSomeone waved his hand away. “Don’t f*cking touch me the way you touch a dog’s head.”

n“It’s a little hot. I think the fever broke your brain.” Fu Chen’s tone was calm.

n“I…” The man was so angry that his face reddened, and he laid horizontally on the bed. I’m going to beat this bastard to death sooner or later.

nStanding at the side, Shi Fang smiled with his head lowered. In any case, no matter how angry this person is, Third Master never answers his anger. This is the most maddening thing.

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nIn Beijing…

nEver since Song Jingren and Jiang Fengya caused trouble, Qiao Aiyun was afraid that the two of them would harass Song Fengwan again, so she would personally send her to and from school every day.

nThe results of the Beijing Second High School’s mid-term examinations were also out. Beijing had always set its own college entrance examination papers, while Yuncheng used the national exam papers. Therefore, the examinees’ revision direction was naturally slightly different.

nSong Fengwan had never thought that she would get good results until the results came out. She actually made it into the top fifty.

nThe students in her class, Class 5, were all descendants of aristocratic families. Their families had already arranged a path for them, and a portion of them had already started making plans to go abroad. So they didn’t focus on the usual exams at all, and their results were average.

nHer sudden good results were not only eye-catching in the class but also famous in the entire grade and school.

nAt the mid-term commendation assembly, the top 100 students of the grade had to go on stage to receive an award. When the teacher read her name, the audience was in an uproar.

nSong Fengwan, on the other hand, went on stage to receive the award in a neither humble nor overbearing manner. But there was a wide variety of discussions happening below the stage. Some were envious, and there naturally were others whose tones were sharp and mean.

n“This person is usually so quiet, but she knows quite well how to catch the attention of others. Maybe it’s because she knows that her family background isn’t that good, so she’s using this method to become famous?”

n“She didn’t do anything. She studies honestly and is good-looking. You’re just envious that she has a good brain.”

n“What’s the use of having a good brain? She was abandoned by Fu Yuxiu. Who will want her in the future and pick up the Fu family’s leftover?”

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nEven though they had been classmates for more than a month, the students of Class 5 still didn’t have a good impression of her. For them, if they wanted to be friends with someone, they had to consider the other person’s family background. So they naturally looked down on someone like Song Fengwan.

nAfter the assembly ended, the students left, and she was also alone.

n“Hey…” Someone suddenly came up to her from the side.

nSong Fengwan turned her head to look at him in puzzlement.

n“I’m from Class 1. My name is Xu Jingcheng.” When the boy smiled, a canine tooth appeared. He was handsome and wearing the school uniform, looking exceptionally clean and refreshing. He was picturesquely handsome and had the special youthful vigor that only young boys had.

n“Oh.” Song Fengwan sized him up and subconsciously compared him with Fu Chen. He’s not as tall or as good-looking as Third Master.

n“We were standing in a row when we accepted the award just now, but I don’t think you remember.” The boy pulled at his hair, seeming slightly embarrassed.

nSong Fengwan smiled faintly and didn’t say anything.

n“Then…” He hesitated, his ears turning red. “Can we be friends?”

nThere were already many students pointing at them.

n“… Actually, I’ve noticed you for a long time.

n“One time, when you went to the cafeteria, I was sitting at the table next to you. You probably don’t have any impression of it.”

nThe young boy’s face was even redder than the autumn maple leaves.

nSong Fengwan bit her lip. Am I being confessed to?

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