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

When Song Fengwan saw Fu Chen bending down and lowering his head, she gestured with her hand. “This height is just right.”

Her fingers unintentionally slid across the top of his head while indicating their height difference.

Fu Chen’s gaze was deep as he reached out and gently held her restless hand…

“What height is just right?” His voice was lower and contained a hint of amusement.

Song Fengwan’s vision was a little blurry. She could feel him smiling.

Due to the alcohol, her vision started blurring again, and her eyes felt dry and hot.

“… Uh, just…” Song Fengwan’s consciousness was fading, and she wasn’t sure what she wanted to say.

Fu Chen lowered his eyes and smiled dotingly.

He wanted to hug her, but he felt that it wasn’t appropriate.

He sighed and reached out to stroke the top of her head. He took her hand and led her to the private room. “Let’s go back.”

Just like that, Song Fengwan obediently and quietly followed him.

Five minutes after the two of them returned, Qiao Aiyun walked in with a solemn expression. Song Fengwan had already fallen asleep on the sofa in the private room, with Fu Chen’s jacket covering her.

“Wanwan’s drunk?” Qiao Aiyun frowned. “This girl is really…”

“I ordered some noodles. Have some carbohydrates.” Fu Chen directly changed the topic.

“I’m not very hungry. If you’re done eating, let’s go.” Qiao Aiyun didn’t move her chopsticks much throughout the meal. Since she had something on her mind, she wasn’t in the mood to eat.

“Then let’s go.” Fu Chen also knew that she had something to deal with.

Qiao Aiyun helped Song Fengwan out. Halfway through, her phone rang countless times, and her expression became increasingly worse. It wasn’t until she sent Song Fengwan to Fu Chen’s car that she grabbed her phone and directly turned it off.

“Fu Chen, I still have some things to settle. I’m afraid Wanwan will have to trouble you again.” Qiao Aiyun was a little embarrassed.

“It’s alright. Please go ahead. I’ll get someone to send you back to the hotel,” Fu Chen said politely. “If you need anything, you can contact me anytime.”

“Thank you.” Qiao Aiyun nodded.

***

On the way back, Song Fengwan was in a daze, and her body swayed left and right.

Fu Chen chuckled, reached out to hold her arm, and pulled her gently into his arms. “Drive slowly.”

“Okay.” Shi Fang rubbed his nose. He just bid farewell to his future mother-in-law, and now he’s already hugging her daughter. How slick and sly.

“Oh, right. Third Master, there’s a meeting at the company tomorrow morning. Are you going to attend?” Shi Fang observed Fu Chen’s expression. Ever since Song Fengwan moved in, this master had really started to live his retirement life.

“I’ll see.”

“Do you want to go to the hospital? Young Master Yuxiu…” Shi Fang coughed twice. “I didn’t expect him to be so bold. I really can’t tell how that Jiang Fengya can compare to Miss Song.

“He actually gave up such a good marriage for her.”

Qian Jiang, sitting in the front passenger seat, glanced at him. This chatterbox has started to be noisy again.

“Jiang Fengya isn’t easy to deal with. No wonder Old Master and Old Madam are so angry.”

Fu Chen looked at the person in his arms. “If she can’t be their granddaughter-in-law, she can still be their daughter-in-law. She is ultimately still the Fu family’s daughter-in-law…”

Shi Fang choked…

F*ck!

He’s too f*cking shameless.

Fu Chen was a devious and scheming person. When he heard that Fu Yuxiu had gotten a lawyer to interfere, he was already furious. But he didn’t go to the hospital to deal with him.

Actually, the most terrifying thing was not torture but the fear and trepidation before the execution.

It was just like waiting for exam scores in school. No matter how low your scores were, as long as the exam papers were returned, even if the results weren’t satisfactory, you would accept your fate and feel at ease. The most difficult thing was to wait for that time.

He was deliberately keeping Fu Yuxiu hanging.

Fu Yuxiu didn’t know when Fu Chen would look for him, and he didn’t dare to call him, so he could only endure the mental suffering and wait.

This feeling was even more horrifying than being dismembered.

***

Yunjin Prime Manor…

The car stopped steadily, and Fu Xinhan was the first to pounce. He wagged his tail as he waited outside the car. He saw Fu Chen get out of the car, turn around, and carry Song Fengwan out of the car.

He blinked and wagged his tail as he followed Fu Chen.

Fu Chen carried Song Fengwan back to her room. As soon as her body touched the bed, her fingers grabbed Fu Chen’s clothes, and she refused to let go.

“Be good. Let go.” Fu Chen patted the back of her hand.

Song Fengwan muttered unhappily.

Fu Chen reached out and touched her forehead. It was normal to blush when drinking, but her body temperature seemed to be on the high side. He was worried that she had caught a cold and had a fever.

“Let go first. I’ll be back soon.” Fu Chen’s tone was gentle, and only then did Song Fengwan let go.

It was already late at night, so Fu Chen didn’t disturb the others. He went to look for the medicine box himself and took the thermometer.

When he returned to the second floor, he saw the person who was supposed to be lying on her bed squatting at the door of his room. Fu Xinhan was sitting beside her. When the girl and dog heard the noise, they looked over at him at the same time.

“Why are you out of bed?” Fu Chen frowned and walked over to pick her up from the ground.

“… I’m very obedient, I study hard, and I’m really well-behaved.” Song Fengwan tugged at Fu Chen’s clothes.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Don’t abandon me, okay?” The little girl’s voice was soft, and she was sobbing.

“I won’t abandon you.” Fu Chen’s voice became gentler and calmer.

It’s said people speak the truth after being drunk. Is this little girl treating me…

But Song Fengwan opened her mouth and slowly said another word.

“Dad—”

Fu Chen’s body stiffened. He pushed open the door and carried her in.

Fu Xinhan immediately wanted to go in as well, but the door instantly closed. If not for his quick movements, the door would have hit his head.

He reached out his paws and pushed the door lightly a few times, then lowered his head and shrunk to the side to wait.

***

Fu Chen had already carried Song Fengwan into his room and placed her on his bed.

“Wanwan…” Fu Chen lowered his voice, and his voice was deep. He reached out and stroked the top of her head.

Song Fengwan was unconscious due to the alcohol.

The next second…

Fu Chen lowered his head and kissed the top of her head…