n

n

nAt the ski resort in western China…

nFu Chen went out to ski early in the morning, and it was almost noon when he returned. He had just removed his equipment and was wearing a black technical jacket. His wet black hair made him look exceptionally cold.

nAlong with the cold wind, he strode into the hotel, looking proud and uninhibited.

n“Third Master, something bad has happened.” Shi Fang had been waiting anxiously at the entrance of the hotel for a few hours.

n“What?” Fu Chen walked straight to the elevator.

n“The media revealed that Young Master Yuxiu and Jiang Fengya are dating. They even said that she’s suspected of being pregnant. Song Jingren wants to recognize her and will be holding a filiation banquet at the Song family house in Yuncheng in three days.”

n“Oh.” Fu Chen’s expression remained the same as usual, and he didn’t seem surprised.

n“They’re not even divorced. Song Jingren is so shameless. Cheng Lan is also really vicious enough, actually having thought of this trick.”

n“I guessed it.”

nShi Fang was slightly puzzled. “Since you could guess what she was going to do, why didn’t you stop her?”

n“Song Jingren is Wanwan’s biological father after all. Although Aunt Yun is domineering, she can’t bear to be ruthless because of their old relationship.

n“A divorce is a family matter after all. It’s not good for outsiders to interfere, so it’s not convenient for me to act.

n“Jiang Fengya just happens to be a catalyst in this matter.”

nFu Chen’s tone was neither anxious nor impatient, as if the development of the situation was within his control.

nShi Fang felt a chill run down his spine. So who the hell is plotting against whom?

nThis is really a situation where the emperor isn’t anxious, but the eunuch is1**.

nA certain someone cursed silently and took back these thoughts. I’m not a f*cking eunuch.

n“Oh yeah, Young Master Yuxiu’s side…”

nAfter Fu Chen returned to his room, he wasn’t in a hurry to take off his clothes. Instead, he took out his phone and made a call.

nShi Fang thought that he was calling Song Fengwan again to send her warmth. Just as he was about to leave the room, he heard Fu Chen say, “Second Sister-in-Law.”

nHis heart skipped a beat. Third Master’s going to start making waves.

n“… Nothing much. I just saw the news and wanted to congratulate you. You might be becoming a grandmother.”

nShi Fang felt cold. My god. Second Madam is famous for being formidable. Third Master is definitely deliberately causing trouble.

nInitially, Second Master and Second Madam should have returned long ago. But something happened to their business overseas, and they probably didn’t take Jiang Fengya seriously at all, so they weren’t in a hurry to return.

nAfter this matter blew up, even if there was a huge matter, they would have to rush back.

nIn terms of intelligence and slyness, Third Master was beyond godlike. Who would be able to win against him when he calculated and schemed every step along the way?

n***

nAt this moment, the atmosphere in the Yunjin Prime Manor was desolate.

nSong Fengwan had also seen the news. This matter had really blown up.

nThe aristocratic wife abandoned by her husband and the heiress whose engagement was broken off by her fiancé, the two of them had already become the after dinner conversation topic of others.

nMany people envied Jiang Fengya and said that she was lucky.

nSome people said that based on the ages of Song Fengwan and Jiang Fengya, that Qiao Aiyun was the third party who had interfered in a couple’s marriage and that the filiation was just to let everything go back to square one.

nSomeone had even dug out the video of Qiao Aiyun slapping Jiang Fengya at the entrance of Beijing Second High School and cropped out only a small part of it. Thus, Qiao Aiyun immediately became synonymous with abusing her position and power to bully others, as well as having a vicious heart.

nThe scolding online came one after another.

nIt was obvious that someone was planning to ruin both mother and daughter to clear Jiang Fengya’s name.

nQiao Aiyun originally thought that she would feel so uncomfortable that she would go hysterical. But now that the situation had developed to this extent, she was actually very calm on the inside.

nSong Fengwan was half-squatting with her back against the sofa. She reached out her hand and pinched the back of Fu Xinhan’s neck.

n“Wanwan…” Qiao Aiyun hesitated for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice.

n“You two should get a divorce.” Song Fengwan lowered her head, her eyes red.

n“Wanwan.” The more sensible she was, the more uncomfortable Qiao Aiyun felt.

n“Mom.” Song Fengwan looked up and smiled at her. “Can I live with you after you get divorced?”

nShe was smiling, but tears kept rolling at the bottom of her eyes.

nQiao Aiyun’s heart ached, and tears flowed out of her eyes. “Okay.”

nSong Fengwan walked over and hugged her. “Even if you don’t have him, you still have me. Three days later…

n“I’ll go back with you.”

nQiao Aiyun’s body stiffened. It would definitely be a fierce battle when she went back to Yuncheng this time, and she would definitely fall out with him. In her heart, Song Fengwan was still a child. These things were too dirty, so she didn’t want her to participate.

n“Your exams are coming up soon. I can settle these things myself. So you don’t…”

n“You didn’t ask Cousin to come over. I…” At this point, Song Fengwan couldn’t hold back her tears, and they poured down from her eyes.

n“… I’m afraid you’ll be bullied if you go back alone.” Her voice was hoarse and already had a sobbing tone.

nUncle Nian stood at the side and sighed silently. Some men are just too greedy. They just can’t be satisfied to live a good life and have to cause trouble. When they find out that Third Master has taken a liking to Miss Song in the future, they’d better not come back shamelessly.

n***

nOn another side…

nFu Chen’s phone kept vibrating. All the messages he received came from Qian Jiang.

nMiss Song’s eyes are red, and she’s about to cry.

nMiss Song is starting to cry.

nShe’s crying very miserably. Her tears keep flowing.

nHalf an hour later, there was another message…

nMs. Qiao and Miss Song are hugging each other and crying.

nFu Chen looked at his phone coldly.

nShi Fang tip-toed over to take a glance. F*ck, Qian Jiang, that idiot. Can’t he be a bit more tactful? Third Master is already feeling uncomfortable with Miss Song crying, and yet you’re doing a f*cking live broadcast relay.

nAt this moment, the door was kicked open, and a certain someone jumped in excitedly. He raised his phone and looked at Fu Chen. “Third Fu, the little white flower your second nephew likes is pregnant? You’re going to be a granduncle!”

nFu Chen glanced at him. “Shi Fang, throw him out.”

nA certain someone was dumbfounded. Aren’t you happy to be a granduncle?

n***

nThree days later in the Yuncheng Airport…

nThe filiation banquet would be held today, and everyone felt that Qiao Aiyun and Song Fengwan would definitely come. There were reporters waiting at the airport, train station, and even the highway toll gates.

nBut the two of them alighted from the plane and walked through the VIP passageway, avoiding everyone.

nIt was almost winter. So although it wasn’t even six o’clock yet, the sky was already as thick as an ink stain. A good show…

n… was about to start.

n1 Figuratively means that the person involved isn’t anxious, but the people around them are.

n