Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master's Wife-Chasing Strategy

In the restaurant’s private room…

Song Fengwan’s hand was held by Fu Chen, and half of her body was leaning against him. Her fingers trembled as she wiped his face.

Why is this eyelash so stubborn?

Is it intelligent?

“Haven’t gotten it off yet?” Fu Chen looked at her angry face and felt like laughing.

Song Fengwan was annoyed. She exerted a little force with her fingertips, and the eyelash landed in the seam of her fingernail. She raised her hand and blew it away. “Done.”

Fu Chen let go of her and touched his face.

Song Fengwan just returned to her seat and sat down when she heard a certain someone say, “If this was in ancient times, you would have to be responsible for me.”

Her fingers holding the chopsticks trembled. Responsible?

Why is this person so shameless?

I was just helping out of kindness.

Besides, if we’re talking about being responsible, he pressed me against the window at the ski resort that day, and he even…

Song Fengwan bit her lip and didn’t say anything.

In this situation, shouldn’t he have to marry me?

“Master said that men and women shouldn’t have physical contact with each other. Big Sister should indeed be responsible for Third Uncle.” Huai Sheng spoke sincerely throughout.

“Eat your pickled vegetables! You’re a kid. You don’t understand. Don’t spout nonsense.” Song Fengwan picked up some vegetable leaves for him.

After Qiao Xiyan returned, he kept feeling that Song Fengwan’s expression was off. He patted her shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Song Fengwan shook her head, but she was cursing Fu Chen in her heart.

***

After finishing the meal, Qiao Xiyan was already slightly drunk, so Fu Chen was in charge of driving. When they returned home, Song Fengwan helped Qiao Xiyan back to his room to rest and saw the row of neatly arranged carving knives.

Under the light, the chill spread everywhere, and she couldn’t help shuddering.

He put sharp tools where he sleeps?

What is he thinking?

Song Fengwan helped him take off his shoes and wipe his face. She poured a glass of water, placed it on the bedside table, then closed the door softly and returned to her room to review.

Fu Chen returned to his study and had a video conference with his company’s executives, who reported to him the implementation situation of the Christmas Eve and Christmas events tomorrow.

When the meeting ended, it was almost midnight.

Fu Chen turned off his computer, rubbed his temples, and grabbed his phone. There were many unread messages, which were all just wishing him a happy Christmas and so on.

His sister even specially sent him a red packet.

She sent it just a few minutes ago, so he called her, and the call connected immediately.

“It’s so late. You’re not sleeping yet?” Fu Chen walked out with the phone and planned to go downstairs to get some water.

“You’re not sleeping either. I called Mom a few days ago. She said you made a promise to her?”

“Yes.”

“You’re bringing a girlfriend home next year?”

“Is there a problem?”

“Chen’er, tell me. Which girl have you taken a liking to?”

Fu Chen stopped in his tracks, his expression normal. “Big Sis…”

“I raised you since you were young. How can I not know what you’re thinking? You never make promises easily, let alone for huge matters like marriage. If you don’t have a goal and aren’t certain, would you have dared to promise Mom?”

Fu Chen pushed his glasses up his nose bridge and didn’t say anything.

“Still wooing her?”

“Yeah.” Fu Chen didn’t hide it. His sister doted on him and had always been partial to him, so she definitely wouldn’t say this in front of their parents.

“Chen’er, this won’t do. Do you know how to woo girls? Do you want me to help you?”

“How?” Fu Chen walked downstairs.

“You have to be patient, considerate, and romantic when chasing girls. During every holiday, gifts are a must. No matter how expensive or cheap they are, you have to have the heart…”

Fu Chen listened and didn’t interrupt her.

“But sometimes, you have to be a bit domineering and tough. After all, she’s a little girl, so she will more or less think that a domineering man with the aura of a company president is very charming.

“Although she won’t say it, who hasn’t fantasized about being pressed against a wall and being forcefully kissed by someone?”

“Big Sis…”

“Yeah?”

“Did Brother-in-Law woo you like this back then?”

She was stunned. “Nonsense.”

“One time when you came home, you had an injury on your mouth. I asked you what happened, and you said you bit yourself…”

“Fu Chen!” This fellow is really itching for a beating.

“Brother-in-Law looks like a weak scholar. I didn’t expect him to have such a domineering and manly side to him.”

“Old Third Fu, do you want to rebel?!” The older he gets, the less he learns. He was so cute when he was young, like a squishy little rice ball. What’s with him now? “Just you wait. I’ll deal with you when I get back.”

With that, she hung up.

Fu Chen felt helpless. Logically speaking, after being married for so many years and being a mother, she should have restrained her temper long ago. But in the past few years, her temper had even been growing more and more.

His brother-in-law just pampered her and spoiled her too much.

When they got together back then, everyone said that they weren’t a good match. His sister was domineering, pampered, had a big temper, and dressed fashionably. She always gave people an enchanting feeling.

On the other hand, his brother-in-law was a refined scholar and exuded a bookish feeling.

I don’t know how these two got together in the first place.

Apparently, Big Sis was the one who chased after him, yet she was the one pounced on later. No one knows the exact details, but their relationship is exceptionally harmonious.

Because of him pampering Big Sis, whenever he goes back home, Dad always lectures him.

One time, he replied directly, “You also protect and care for Mother-in-Law like this too. Why can’t I dote on my wife?

“Don’t do to others what you don’t want others to do to you.

“Besides, this is my family matter. Every couple has their own way of getting along. Father-in-Law, you shouldn’t interfere too much.”

Old Master Fu was so angry that he kicked him out of the house and told him to get lost.

“You little Southern Barbarian, you’re already starting to lecture me after marrying my daughter?” Old Master Fu was so angry that he almost hit him.

Fu Chen’s brother-in-law walked out slowly and even bowed to Old Master Fu to say goodbye, saying that being angry would hurt his health and asked him to take care of himself.

Old Master Fu had nowhere to vent his anger because he was afraid of being seen by acquaintances in the compound and appearing petty.

Fu Chen’s brother-in-law was a southerner, so Old Master Fu addressed him as ‘Southern Barbarian’ from then on. He held this anger in… from then until now.

Fu Chen had had a taste of his brother-in-law’s temperament when he was young. If he really doesn’t have much ability, how can handle Big Sis?

***

Fu Chen thought of the situation when his brother-in-law married his elder sister back then and smiled. He suddenly imagined visiting Song Fengwan’s family in the future…

His gaze landed on the coffee table in the living room. He recalled the row of carving knives he had seen a few days ago and felt a chill run down his spine.

I heard from Dad that Qiao Xiyan and his father have similar temperaments and that Qiao Xiyan’s father is even more not to be trifled with. Qiao Aiyun is still alright, but with this father and son…

I’m afraid it’ll be difficult.

The moment he entered the kitchen, he saw a familiar figure drinking water.

“You’re still not asleep so late?”

“Mm—” Song Fengwan was drinking water and almost choked on it. She turned her head and saw Fu Chen. The light was dim, so she had to squint. Her head was dizzy, feeling as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Fu Chen walked over.

“Huh?” Song Fengwan looked at him and didn’t seem to understand what he said. She continued drinking water.

Fu Chen watched her finish the water with a smile on his face. “Are you drunk?”

“No.” Song Fengwan shook her head vigorously. “This time, I didn’t… didn’t go to your room. I didn’t do anything else. Really!”

Fu Chen nodded. “Yes, I know.”

“Third Master…”

“Call me Third Brother. There’s no one around.”

“Um—” Song Fengwan glanced at her surroundings. The lights were dim, and it was very quiet. She called out, “Third Brother.”

“What’s the matter?” Fu Chen leaned over and looked at her with a smile.

“You’re such a bad person, and you’re still skin scraping!” Song Fengwan even started to speak in her dialect.

Skin scraping? Fu Chen frowned and imitated her emphasis on the word. “Skin scraping?”

“You’re so skin scraping. You bought a new phone, yet you got an old model. The rich are indeed stingy!” Song Fengwan harrumphed softly.

“Yes, I’m stingy. What else do you have to complain about? Continue.” When Fu Chen had given the phone to her previously, he saw no joy on her face. He thought that she was still thinking about her old phone, but it turned out that she was complaining about him.

“Then…” Song Fengwan looked up at him.

She was stammering.

“Then what?” Fu Chen was extremely patient with her.

“Cheng Lan said that you like me?” This matter had continuously been weighing on her heart. At this moment, her mind was a mess, and her vision was a little blurry. She was half-conscious, and under the influence of the alcohol, she blurted this question out.

This matter had been hidden in her heart for a long time. She couldn’t confirm it, and she didn’t dare to ask Fu Chen. But now, she said everything in her head.

“What do you think?” He leaned over gently with a smile.

He liked Song Fengwan and naturally wanted to be closer to her.

As the two of them got closer and closer…

Before Fu Chen did anything, Song Fengwan pushed him away and even kicked him.

“You nasty hooligan, in my dreams, you’ve done this time and time again. Do you think I don’t have a temper?” Song Fengwan was exasperated. He actually leaned close to me! If you want to talk, just talk. Why do you have to get so close?!

Fu Chen failed to get a kiss and also received a kick on his leg.

The corner of his mouth twitched. In her dreams?

She’s really drunk.