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

Panda Novel

"Hold the handrail tightly and get ready." Xu Jiamu had put on her helmet, so her voice was a little muffled.

Duan Linbai's heart suddenly trembled violently.

For some reason, his breathing was a little unsteady. The aftereffect of this wine is really f*cking strong.

On the backseat of the scooter, there was a place for him to grab with both hands. He clenched it tightly.

"Are you sitting properly?"

Duan Linbai hummed in answer.

The scooter soon started. Because of the inertia at the start, Duan Linbai leaned back and tightened his grip. The cold wind drilled onto his face, and his entire body felt cold…

But his chest felt warm.

It was hot and dry.

Soon, the scooter stabilized, and there were only occasional bumps. It was night in the capital, and the light outside was mottled. Her long hair fluttered gently in the wind and brushed past his face…

It was soft and light!

There was a faint smell of medicine, similar to the one in a hospital. It smelled a little good.

Duan Linbai felt that he might have drunk too much and wasn't clear-headed.

The scooter occasionally ran over speed bumps. Duan Linbai's butt bounced up and down, and his sitting posture became a little uncomfortable. He moved forward slightly, and his entire face almost pressed against Xu Jiamu's back.

As the scooter passed by the entrance of a school, four speed bumps hit him. His posture became increasingly awkward. In the end, he was almost off of the scooter. In order to avoid falling, he almost instinctively reached out his hands…

… and hugged her waist.

He could clearly feel the person in front stiffen and gradually slow down.

She was wearing a wide sweater and a coat jacket, so people couldn't see her figure.

Duan Linbai recalled Jiang Ershao's description of her. How can this woman's waist be so thin?

The little assistant's car had been following behind them. Previously, the two of them were still maintaining a distance. Why did he suddenly hug her?

Little Boss deliberately got drunk to take advantage of her. How shameless.

Are you drunk or not? What are you doing? Xu Jiamu could clearly feel the bumps. His entire body bumped into her back, and it felt as though her heart was about to break through his ribs. The man's hands couldn't feel anything. After all, there were so many layers of clothes between them. It was just that his breathing was unstable, and perhaps because he had drunk alcohol…

He was panting heavily, making her feel distraught.

After she finally sent him home, his assistant helped him into the house.

"Miss Xu, do you want to come in for a cup of tea? I'll drive you back later." The assistant looked apologetic. His little boss had drunk too much and troubled her.

"No need. Take good care of him. I'll get going first."

At this moment, Xu Jiamu still felt that there was a pair of hands wrapped around her waist. It felt hot and tight, as if they wanted to restrain her and lock her up.

Meanwhile, Duan Linbai was leaning on his sofa, thinking of her waist, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

He reached out to rub his butt again. This woman's riding skills are too lousy. My butt is about to break.

He suddenly remembered that her body had stiffened, and she had gritted her teeth. Why was she so nervous? It wasn't like I was going to take advantage of her. He remembered the slenderness his fingers had touched.

His palms were slightly hot.

The alcohol was too strong. I have to take a shower and calm down.

***

At this moment, in Ninth Mansion…

Although Duan Linbai had left, Jiang Ershao was still here. He was also an active person who was unusually jumpy after drinking.

Jiang Duanyan was sitting beside Fu Chen. The two of them chatted casually and talked about their businesses. Actually, their experiences were similar. They had returned from studying overseas, but Fu Chen had the support of his family, so his business was more smooth-sailing than his.

"At the time, you were busy starting your own business and even had to take care of your younger brother. It should have been quite tough," Fu Chen said.

Just as Jiang Duanyan was about to answer, he heard his brother suddenly roar a song at the top of his lungs.

His lips twitched. "I never cared about him. He grew up barbaric."

Fu Chen let out a muffled laugh. If they weren't biological brothers, Jiang Duanyan would probably kick him out of here.

Jiang Duanyan looked extremely refined, but he was also a decisive person in the business world. Perhaps it was because of this that the Jiang family had so much trouble back then and attracted so many people's attention. Now that Fu Chen thought about it, he felt he had really underestimated this eldest young master of the Jiang family.

Jiang Duanyan was grateful that Fu Chen was willing to help him. Therefore, after he was in the private room for so long, his attitude had always been neither servile nor overbearing, but he was also low-key and humble in every way.

If he had deliberately tried to curry favor with him, perhaps Fu Chen would have looked down on him. It was best for him to be himself. Fu Chen and his group had seen all kinds of smart people, so there was no need to play tricks in front of them.

But if Fu Chen wanted to lead him into the Beijing circle, with such good resources, why not use them? No one was a fool.

"How old are you this year?" Fu Chen tilted his head and looked at him. In his impression, Jiang Duanyan seemed to be a few years older than him.

"Thirty-two."

"No partner? Or no plans to get married?"

Jiang Duanyan's expression was very calm. Coupled with the dim lighting in the room, it was almost impossible to see his expression. "I'm too busy."

Even so, Fu Chen could still see some things. At his age, it would be abnormal for him to have no emotional experience at all. But since he was unwilling to bring up private matters, he wouldn't gossip.

"It's good to have a woman at home. Don't just focus on your career."

"Yeah," Jiang Duanyan replied lightly and took a sip of wine.

When he swallowed it, it was spicy and bitter, burning his throat until it hurt.

Seeing that his expression wasn't right, Fu Chen turned his head to look at the person playing on his phone. Everyone came out to party, but he's playing on his phone?

"You're not drinking?" Fu Chen tilted his head and looked at his phone. He's really boring.

Jing Hanchuan didn't even look up. "I don't want to drink."

"You haven't been in contact with Miss Xu recently?"

Jing Hanchuan's expression remained unchanged as he said calmly, "What did you say?"

Actually, after the design exhibition, the two of them rarely contacted each other. Because it was Christmas, her store had launched many new varieties. Every day, the supply was insufficient, so they had already stopped doing deliveries.

"I thought you two would contact each other frequently." Fu Chen chuckled. "Weren't you very close a while ago?"

Jing Hanchuan didn't say anything.

"Just like Wanwan and me, in the early stages of our relationship, we wished we could be together all the time. But as time passes, our feelings definitely won't be as pressing as before.

"This is the so-called passionate period.

"Nothing has happened between you two, but the freshness is gone?"

Jing Hanchuan played a game to calm himself down. He knew that Fu Chen was full of tricks and provoking him on purpose. Even though he hinted that he didn't care about what he said, he would definitely feel uncomfortable.

Freshness?

Does that mean…

… she's already feeling bored facing me?

When he thought of the stolen kiss from before and the fleeting softness at the corner of his lips, his eyes dimmed even more.

He was no longer in the mood to play the game. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a few sips. His throat felt like it was on fire, and his chest was burning.

Jiang Duanyan was close to them, so he heard every word of their conversation. It seems like something has happened to Sixth Master. Is a girl hiding from him? If she knows his identity, unless she's really not afraid of death, anyone would hide far away.

Fu Chen turned his head to look at Jing Hanchuan. "I have plans for New Year's. Should I call her over to join in the fun? Should I inform her, or should you?"

Jing Hanchuan knew that Fu Chen had been doing a lot of things behind the scenes recently. New Year's seemed to mean a lot to him, as if he was preparing a surprise for Song Fengwan.

"I'll go." Jing Hanchuan rubbed his wine glass. He also wanted to confirm if she was no longer interested in him.

Is it really as Fu Chen says, and the freshness is gone?