Chapter 4: You Wanted To Do What With Her?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Fu Chen's sudden appearance messed up everyone's plans.
Jiang Fengya, in particular, was trembling with anger. She had wanted to use Fu Yuxiu as an excuse to move into the Song family house and show off in front of Song Fengwan in passing.
She wanted to prove to everyone that no matter how beautiful Song Fengwan was or how good her origin was, she could still trample her under her feet.
But she didn't expect to be slapped in the face by a man who appeared out of nowhere.
How could she still have the face to continue staying in the Song residence?
"Uncle Song, I'll head back first. I just remembered that I still have something to do at school." Jiang Fengya had yet to address Song Jingren as her father.
"Wait for the rain to get lighter." Song Jingren knew that she was upset and didn't force her to stay.
"No need. It's urgent."
"Then I'll send you back." The rain was pouring, and Song Jingren was worried about letting her go back alone since the Song family residence was in a villa district where very few vehicles passed by.
After the two of them left, Song Fengwan burst into laughter and hurriedly called her mother.
A few seconds later, the call connected.
"Hey, Mom—" Song Fengwan's tone was tender and delicate.
"What's the good news? Why are you so happy?" The woman's voice was gentle, kind, and unable to hide her affection.
"Today, my father brought that child in while you weren't home." There was no way to hide the matter from her. Perhaps her mother already knew about it, so Song Fengwan didn't hide it from her.
"Really?" Her mother didn't sound surprised.
"He must have wanted to acknowledge her while you weren't around. She even asked Fu Yuxiu to come over. It's raining today, so she probably wanted to take the opportunity to stay at our house." Song Fengwan was young, but she wasn't stupid.
"I see," Qiao Aiyun replied lightly.
"I wanted to make a scene, but I was afraid that she would take the opportunity to play a trick on me and pretend to be magnanimous while stepping over me to get the upper hand. I'm not stupid. How could I be her stepping stone?" Song Fengwan picked up her teacup and took a sip of hot tea.
"You're thinking pretty far ahead."
"Of course. I want to establish a sad image in front of everyone so that my father will feel that he owes me. Doesn't Jiang Fengya want to be part of our family? Let her come then." Her beautiful phoenix eyes rose.
"She's already arrived at our house, but she's still at my mercy.
"It's better to keep this person in the house than to let her stay outside. Otherwise, you won't know when she'll jump out and bite you."
Qiao Aiyun laughed. "It looks like you already have everything planned out."
"If Dad insists on acknowledging her, I have to consider our interests." Song Fengwan wasn't a fool. "But it's not my turn yet. The third master of the Fu family came. She really thought she could do whatever she wanted just because she had Fu Yuxiu's support.
"Third Master's words made her face pale. It was so satisfying.
"I bet she won't dare to come to our house for the time being, unless she's really shameless."
...
Qiao Aiyun smiled faintly. "In that case, you don't have to worry. You're in your senior year of high school now, and your studies are the most important thing."
"I know."
After Song Fengwan ended the call with her mother, she smiled, grabbed a biscuit and a drink, and went back to her room to read.
***
Yuncheng, Fu family mansion...
Fu Chen sat on a sofa while fiddling with his prayer beads with one hand and holding a scroll of the Lanka Sutra with the other, looking very calm.
Someone walked over with a phone and said softly, "Third Master, it's that person."
"Okay." Fu Chen nodded and answered the phone. "Hello—"
"It's all thanks to you this time. Thank you so much."
"You're being too polite. It's our Fu family's fault, so it's only right for me to step in," Fu Chen said politely. "Don't worry, Mrs. Song. The Fu family will give you a satisfactory explanation."
The person on the phone was none other than Song Fengwan's mother—Qiao Aiyun.
The two exchanged some pleasantries before Fu Chen hung up.
"Third Master, what is Mrs. Song thinking? Such a big incident happened at home, yet she's not thinking of a way to deal with the illegitimate daughter. Instead, she still has the thought to ask our family to give her an explanation." Fu Chen's subordinate was confused.
Fu Chen smiled. "Song Jingren values that illegitimate daughter of his because she got close to Yuxiu. Now that I'm here, he has to reconsider whether she can actually enter the Fu family.
"If she didn't tell Father directly, why would I have interfered in this matter? He is very conservative. Even if Jiang Fengya enters our family in the future, she won't have good days.
"She said she wanted to settle the issue of the engagement, but she was actually using our Fu family to slap that illegitimate daughter in the face. Because in order to save Miss Song's face, I definitely wouldn't be polite to that illegitimate daughter.
"Seems like Mrs. Song has blocked several of Jiang Fengya's paths.
"Using a knife without dirtying her own hands, killing three birds with one stone, Mrs. Song really isn't a simple character."
The people beside him were stunned.
Before this, they thought that Mrs. Song was pitiful. But now, they felt that the illegitimate daughter was in a difficult situation and might be played to death.
"Then isn't Mrs. Song using you? Aren't you angry?"
Fu Chen merely smiled and said nothing.
Everyone was puzzled. Fu Chen thought highly of himself. He had already clearly seen through her trick, but he was still willing to be a 'tool' in her hands?
***
Half an hour later in the Fu residence...
"Young Master, you're finally back. Where did you go? Why are you so drenched?" The butler hurriedly called for a servant to bring a towel. "Third Master is here. Hurry and go in."
Fu Yuxiu wasn't stupid. Fu Chen wanted him to come back in the rain, so he didn't dare take a taxi and walked for an hour and a half.
This showed how much he feared Fu Chen.
It wasn't that the family's juniors hadn't thought of resisting. But before they could even rebel, they were already suppressed by Fu Chen and even tidied up properly. Anyone who saw him would have to call him Third Uncle respectfully.
"Third Uncle." The rain was so heavy that Fu Yuxiu's entire body was soaked.
"Mm." Fu Chen didn't even look at him. "Are you sober now? Dissolve your engagement without the consent of your elders? Who gave you the guts!"
"Third Uncle, Fengya and I are serious..."
"It seems you're still not very sober yet. Go stand outside for an hour." Fu Chen flipped a page of the scripture.
"You have to listen to me explain. I..."
"Young Master, stop talking!" The butler immediately stopped him.
He had wanted to pass Fu Yuxiu a towel. But seeing the situation, he stood rooted to the ground and didn't dare to move. How did Young Master offend Third Master?
Moreover, the old master and madam were both overseas. No one in the house dared to plead for him. If he continued to argue like this, Third Master's methods would definitely make him half-dead.
Everyone knew that Third Master hated people talking back to him.
Fu Yuxiu's father was Fu Chen's second elder brother. The Fu family's main residence was in the capital, and they developed in Yuncheng during the early years. The second son of the Fu family had come looking for business opportunities and thus settled down here.
Fu Yuxiu gritted his teeth. This matter concerned his lifelong happiness, so he still wanted to fight for it.
"Third Uncle, I really don't have any feelings for Song Fengwan. I just treat her as my younger sister. She's only seventeen, and she isn't even an adult. I didn't even dare to hold her hand or kiss her because I'd feel guilty."
"Add another hour."
"Feelings really can't be forced. I..."
"Add another two hours." Fu Chen looked at him seriously. "Go on."
"I dare not." Fu Yuxiu's wet hair was sticking to his face, and his lips were so dry that they were pale.
"Get out." Fu Chen's tone was solemn and cold.
Fu Yuxiu lowered his head and walked out. What could he do? The enemy was too strong.
Fu Chen sneered. That girl isn't even an adult, and he wanted to take advantage of her?
Wanted to hold her hand?
And still, wanted to kiss her?
How audacious!
Chapter 5: She Can Get Married in Two Years
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Yuncheng, Fu family residence...
After being drenched in the rain for an entire day, Fu Yuxiu fell ill at night. The Fu family was busy all night until his fever finally subsided.
The next morning, Fu Yuxiu still felt that his legs were sore and weak. When he went downstairs and saw Fu Chen eating at the dining table, he instantly tensed up.
"Good morning, Third Uncle." His voice was hoarse and aged like sawed wood.
"Mm," he replied indifferently.
"Young Master, the doctor said that you should eat light for the next two days. There's plain rice porridge in the kitchen. I'll serve you a bowl." The butler smiled.
Fu Yuxiu sat down beside Fu Chen while glancing at him timidly.
He was personally brought up by Old Master Fu and Old Madam Fu. At the age of 16, he went to study abroad and obtained a double doctorate from a prestigious business school at 20. He became a venture capitalist, made investments, and built his own company. He had been doing exceedingly well in the business world but suddenly became a recluse.
The company he single-handedly founded was still the most renowned financial landmark in the capital's business district.
Everything he did serve no challenge, causing him not to put too much passion and energy into them.
With such a senior around, the pressure on juniors like them was immense.
"Third Uncle, I wasn't considerate enough about the Song family. I admit it is my mistake." Fu Yuxiu bowed his head, not daring to meet his eyes.
Fu Chen picked up a pair of ivory chopsticks and picked up a side dish from a small plate. "Do you really like that girl surnamed Jiang?"
"Yes." Fu Yuxiu sounded adamant.
"Even if you are expelled from the Fu family because of this, are you still determined to be with her?" he asked casually.
Fu Yuxiu gritted his teeth. He was the only son. Even if his grandparents were angry, his parents wouldn't allow him to live on the streets. He nodded solemnly. "I want to be with her."
Fu Chen remained silent.
"Third Uncle, I know that Grandpa decided this marriage. He must have his own considerations. When it's the holidays, I will personally go to the capital to beg for his forgiveness."
"Miss Song is the one who deserves your apology the most. Apologize to her first." Fu Chen lowered his head and stirred the soft and thick porridge in his bowl. "Wait for her to forgive you before considering other things."
"I will."
Fu Chen had already shown him the way out. He had to find Song Fengwan first, but with Jiang Fengya's status, it was too difficult to ask for her forgiveness.
***
Yuncheng First High School...
With the melodious sound of the dismissal bell, the entire school became lively. Song Fengwan packed her books and walked out of the classroom with her canvas bag slung over her shoulder.
"Did you see that little princess? After such a big scandal rocked her family, she still has the mood to come to class." A few girls gathered together and gossiped.
"She's been in a good mood the past few days, but she's probably just forcing herself to smile."
"She's just pretending."
Song Fengwan wasn't the type of girl that was popular at school.
Her family was rich. The pens she used and the bag she carried were all foreign brands that no one had heard of before. They all thought that this kind of rich young lady would be frivolous, ignorant, and incompetent. Yet she grew up beautiful and smart.
She didn't talk much at school and was always alone. She had a chauffeur to send her to and from school, and she made very few friends.
The Song family was a prestigious family in Yuncheng and often appeared on the news. Even Song Fengwan became a topic of discussion after class.
Behind her back, everyone called her the little princess of Yuncheng, saying that she was fake and aloof, hypocritical, and a pretentious bitch. Everyone was aware of what kind of thoughts girls had.
This time, her fiancé was snatched away by an illegitimate daughter. Many people were waiting to see her make a fool of herself, but she came to school as usual and seemed completely unaffected, disappointing many people.
***
Song Fengwan didn't leave from the main entrance of the school. Instead, she walked a loop around the campus and walked out from a side door, preparing to go to an atelier.
She was an art student. Logically speaking, based on her results, she should be able to enter a prestigious school. But she chose to enroll in an art school, making everyone's jaws drop in shock. Her homeroom teacher had even especially talked to her a few times, but she didn't waver.
Song Fengwan hadn't asked the chauffeur to pick her up recently but instead snuck away. She wasn't at odds with her family. It was just that she was avoiding Fu Yuxiu.
She didn't know what was wrong with him. Recently, he had been waiting for her at the entrance of her school and saying that he wanted to apologize to her.
Song Fengwan had already talked with him a few days ago.
"You want me to forgive you? Impossible." She was not a saint who could still happily wish them a blissful marriage.
Fu Yuxiu replied, "I know you're still angry. It's alright. I'll wait for you every day until you calm down and forgive me."
If he's willing to wait, then let him wait.
Song Fengwan was a senior high school student and extremely busy. Where did she have the time to talk to him? She might as well hide from him in peace.
When she came out of the school's small door, she had to weave through a few alleys to enter the main street.
The weather hadn't been good recently. When she walked out of school, it started drizzling. Song Fengwan was used to having the chauffeur picking her up and didn't have the habit of carrying an umbrella, so she could only quicken her pace and start jogging.
By the time she ran out of the alley, the rain was getting heavier. Left with no choice, she could only stand under a porch roof to hide from the rain for a while.
She looked up at the pouring rain and decided that she hated Fu Yuxiu to the core.
If it weren't because she was avoiding him, she wouldn't have needed to suffer like this.
What did she owe him from her previous life? Because of him, she almost became the laughing stock of the entire city. They had already broken off their engagement, yet he was still haunting her.
***
Inside a black car at the intersection of the street...
"... Third Master, everything here has been settled. We can return to the capital tomorrow." The man in the front passenger seat sat in silence for a long time, but he didn't receive a response. He turned his head and looked behind him.
He initially thought that the Third Master was resting with his eyes closed, but he didn't expect him to be looking outside lost in thought.
He followed his gaze. Despite the rain blurring the window, he could clearly see a beautiful girl standing under the eaves of a porch not far away.
It was raining outside, and the pedestrians were all hurrying. Only she was standing still.
She was wearing a blue and white school uniform and a pair of simple white sneakers. As the cool breeze blew, her skirt swayed slightly like the layers of soft waves.
The rain was too heavy to make out her features, but her legs...
... were slender and pale.
It was a sight for sore eyes.
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"Isn't that Miss Song?" The man in the front passenger seat smiled. "It's raining so heavily, so why is she hiding here?"
"She's pretty, and I heard her studies aren't bad. Just, she's a little young," the driver said.
"You think she's too young?" Fu Chen suddenly asked.
The two people in the front seats exchanged glances. They couldn't figure out their master's temper and could only laugh dryly. "Actually, she's not that young. She's already seventeen and will be an adult next year."
"That's right. She can get married in two years," someone else chimed in. "Young Master Yuxiu is just too impatient."
Fu Chen watched silently for a while before he pushed open the car door and got out.
Chapter 6: Third Master: Stay Closer to Me
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Song Fengwan had just taken her phone out of her bag and was about to call the chauffeur to pick her up. But she didn't notice a car speeding past. Rainwater splashed out, landing on the lower half of her body.
"Why is that car driving so fast when it's raining?" Song Fengwan angrily gritted her teeth. She looked down and wiped away the water stains on her phone screen when a pair of black men's leather shoes and neatly ironed suit pants appeared in her line of sight...
This person was very close to her. Due to the umbrella, he was holding, a dark shadow shrouded her.
"Miss Song." His voice was elegant and calm in the rain.
"Third Master?" Once Song Fengwan looked up, and a trace of astonishment flashed across her eyes. She never expected to meet him here.
Fu Chen had an outstanding appearance with an immortal body and a demonic aura. His pupils were deep and more profound than those of ordinary people. They seemed as though a gentle glow had tempered them, causing them to look like dazzling stars in the night sky, shining radiantly.
He wasn't wearing black clothes today. Instead, he was wearing black suit pants paired with a white shirt, making his height and aura appear exceptionally superior.
He looked as luscious as spring flowers but also as cold as winter plums, exquisite and elegant to the bones.
"Why are you here?" Fu Chen calmly moved the umbrella closer to her.
Yuncheng First High School was on the road in front. It was after school, and in order to avoid the crowd, Fu Chen's driver had chosen to take the other road at the back. Meeting Song Fengwan was really a coincidence.
"I have something to do." Song Fengwan didn't mention Fu Yuxiu directly.
"Where are you going? I'll take you there." He spoke politely, just like a kind elder.
Song Fengwan originally wanted to wait for the rain to stop or for the chauffeur to come, but the rain was getting heavier, and the cold wind was starting to blow. Her clothes were already half wet, and if she waited another twenty minutes, she would definitely catch a cold.
"Thank you, Third Master." Song Fengwan would never treat herself badly.
***
Inside the car on the other side, a few people leaned on the side of the car while staring unblinkingly at the two people coming out from the porch and preparing to cross the road.
"Since when did our Third Master start caring about others?"
"As an elder, being considerate to a junior is normal."
"Other than Old Madam, he's not even considerate toward Old Master. How can he possibly be normal?"
"Could Third Master be..."
There was silence in the car.
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"How is that possible? The third Master is famous for not getting close to women and is devoted to Buddhism. Moreover, this Miss Song almost became his niece-in-law. She's so much younger than him. How can Third Master like this kind of immature girl..."
No one spoke in the car until someone suddenly shouted, "F*ck. Third Master can't be so depressed that he would find such a young madam for us, right?"
At this moment, Fu Chen and Song Fengwan were sharing an umbrella and waiting for the green light at the zebra crossing.
Song Fengwan wasn't familiar with Fu Chen, but she had heard many rumors about him. She admired and respected him in her heart. Knowing that he didn't like to interact with others, she carefully adjusted the distance between them for fear that she would touch Fu Chen's clothes and make him unhappy.
There was a faint smell of sandalwood on him, mixed with the cold fragrance of the rain. The aroma wafted all around her.
"Senior year of high school this year?" Fu Chen tilted his head to look at her. His breath was hot and landed on her face. It felt moist and itchy.
His voice was gentle and magnetic, and his gorgeous voice had a slight tremble to it, making her heart tingle.
"Yeah." Song Fengwan was inexplicably nervous. Her height only reached his chest. With both of them under the same umbrella, she had the illusion that he was enveloping her entire body.
"Is it stressful studying?"
"It's fine."
"Are you afraid of me?" Fu Chen's gaze was simple and direct.
"No." Song Fengwan wasn't afraid of him but respected him.
Fu Chen suddenly took half a step toward her. The two of them were already very close to each other, and his sudden movement caused their arms to touch. One was cold, and the other was hot; one was soft, and the other was solid. Song Fengwan subconsciously held her breath.
"The umbrella isn't big..." His voice was soft. "Staying closer can prevent the rain from drenching you."
"Oh." Song Fengwan's heart jumped, but she didn't dare to move, her gaze fixed on the traffic lights in front.
The red light turned green, and the two of them slowly walked to the other side of the road.
It only took a minute to get to the car. The two of them didn't speak. When they reached the car, someone had already opened the door for them.
"Miss Song, please."
"Thank you." Song Fengwan didn't stand at the ceremony. She held her skirt and planned to get in the car.
The people following Fu Chen were all tall and strong. A few of them stood guard by the side of the car, giving off an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Song Fengwan suddenly felt a little regretful. She wasn't familiar with Fu Chen. Before this, they hadn't even spoken more than three sentences between each other. They were almost like strangers. Will it be dangerous to get in his car?
Moreover, his subordinates all had a cold faces, and she was a weak woman...
As she hesitated, one of her feet already stepped into the car.
"Miss Song?" one of them reminded her in a low voice. Their third master was still standing in the rain. Why was she frozen at the door and not getting in?
Just as Song Fengwan was thinking about how she could avoid getting into the car, the man's loud and clear voice startled her.
The soles of her shoes were wet and stained with mud, causing her to miss a step. She lost her balance and fell backward.
Damn!
With such heavy rain, if she fell, would she have a face to see anyone in the future?
She subconsciously reached out to hold the car door to steady herself, but her shoulder bumped into something warm. The smell of sandalwood instantly enveloped her. It was soft and refreshing.
A slender and beautiful hand suddenly appeared on her waist and held her firmly. She subconsciously grabbed the arm to steady herself.
The person's thick fingers supporting her waist were restraining but strong.
His warm palm pressed against her abdomen. Like a prairie fire, her entire body felt hot, and she quickly withdrew her hand.
"Be careful." Fu Chen's voice sounded from above her head. His face magnanimous and calm, he pulled his fingers away from her waist.
He gave off a warm and gentle feeling, but his arms were flexible and firm. It was obvious that he exercised frequently.
"Thank you, Third Master."
"The road is slippery due to the rain. You must be careful." His tone was calm, just like an ordinary elder.
"Oh." Song Fengwan hurriedly got into the car.
Once in the car, she reflected on herself. He is obviously such a caring and considerate elder, kindly helping me when it's raining. But I actually thought that I boarded a pirate ship.
Initially, she was the one taken advantage of. But at this moment, she felt sorry toward Fu Chen. He was a gentleman, yet she had judged him as a petty person. She really shouldn't have done that.
At this moment, Fu Chen, outside the car, tightened his fingers without batting an eye, and the corner of his lips curled up into a faint smile.
Speaking of which, is this girl's waist always like this...
... soft and thin?
Chapter 7: Taking Advantage With a Serious Face, Making Her Jump Into The Hole She Dug Herself
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
As soon as Song Fengwan got into the car, she didn't dare to move. She lowered her head and fiddled with her phone while observing the person beside her occasionally.
She and Fu Chen sat in the same row, and the distance between them was enough to fit two people.
He was leaning sideways against the car window. He wore a white shirt with a collar, and his exquisite collar bones were vaguely visible. His movements were graceful and elegant as he lowered his eyebrows and raised his hand to brush off the water droplets on his clothes.
Because it was raining, the lighting outside was dim, and the heater in the car was on. The water droplets looked dazzling, and his side profile had a melancholic and romantic feeling to it.
With his looks, he would be at the top in the entertainment industry, where handsome men gathered. No wonder she always heard people say that many socialites in the capital were head over heels for him.
"Miss Song?" The man in the passenger seat took out a box of tissues from the glove compartment of the car and held it out for her. But he saw Song Fengwan staring at his third master in a daze.
Song Fengwan was a little out of it. Caught off guard, she met Fu Chen's gaze and then immediately looked away guiltily.
On the other hand, the corners of Fu Chen's rose.
"Miss Song, the tissues," the man reminded again.
"Thank you." Song Fengwan hurriedly took a tissue and lowered her head to wipe her face. She knew that she had lost her composure and didn't dare to look at Fu Chen again.
"Where to?" Fu Chen deliberately lowered his voice, which sounded like it had a reverberation in the narrow car.
"The Dong Fang Atelier on the west side of the city." Her head still lowered, she began wiping her arms and legs with the tissue.
A car had sped past her just now, and the splattered mud was still stuck on her legs. Her school uniform skirt was wet from the rain, accentuating the curves of her legs, making them seem slender.
Her legs were white and slightly dazzling.
Fu Chen took a look. His eyes dimmed a little before he calmly looked away.
***
Neither of them said another word until they reached the atelier.
"You can stop here," Song Fengwan said when the car reached an intersection. "It's a one-way street over there. If you want to go in, you'll have to make a detour before coming out. It's fine to just let me off here."
The driver parked the car by the side.
Song Fengwan got into the car first, so her seat was on the left. There were cars passing by and running over water puddles, so she didn't dare to open the door easily and raised her head to look up at Fu Chen.
But he had no reaction and just remained sitting in his seat.
Just as she was about to speak, he opened the door and got out of the car.
The man in the front passenger seat hurriedly got out of the car to hold an umbrella for him.
When Song Fengwan got out of the car, it was still drizzling. She stood under the umbrella and was only two fists away from Fu Chen.
"Third Master, thank you for today. I'll treat you to a meal another day." Song Fengwan had a pair of phoenix eyes, and when she smiled, her eyes curved slightly, making her look like a little fox.
"Okay," Fu Chen replied.
"Then I'll..." Song Fengwan pointed to the atelier nearby and planned to leave first.
Fu Chen suddenly turned around and took out a black windbreaker jacket from the car. With a flick of his fingers, the jacket landed on her shoulders before she could react.
The jacket was very long, covering her entire skirt, revealing only her fair and tender calves.
"Third Master..." Song Fengwan was once again enveloped by that inexplicable sandalwood smell. The jacket was warm and dry, and his fingertips slid past the collar and seemingly unintentionally brushed past her neck, causing her skin to tremble and become numb.
"It's cold."
"Thank you. But this jacket..."
"You can return it to me when you treat me to a meal," Fu Chen said matter-of-factly.
Song Fengwan's heart skipped a beat.
What she said was just a pleasantry. Fu Chen lived in the capital, so he definitely wouldn't stay in Yuncheng for long. How could he have time to have a meal with her? I was just being polite. Doesn't everyone usually talk like this?
But he's unexpectedly serious about it?
"What's the matter?" Fu Chen's fingers were still on the collar of the windbreaker, and the distance between them became even closer.
His warm and humid breath landed on her face, making her feel ticklish.
"Nothing." Song Fengwan sounded relaxed, but her heart was actually in a mess.
"Take out your phone."
"Huh?" Song Fengwan looked at him suspiciously but obediently took out her phone, unlocked it, and passed it to him.
Due to their difference in height, Song Fengwan had to tip-toe to see him enter a string of numbers into her phone. After dialing the number, he hung up and only passed it back to her after adding himself to her contacts.
"My phone number."
Song Fengwan took the phone with stiff fingers. "Oh."
The phone felt like a hot potato in her hands. How could she have dared to ask Fu Chen out for a meal? She really dug a big hole for herself.
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Just as she was putting her phone away, she felt a dark shadow approaching her. She subconsciously looked up, and the distance between them was only one centimeter.
His breathing was clear and hot. They were very close to each other, and she became careful to even breathe.
Fu Chen looked away and suddenly raised his hand.
Song Fengwan instinctively wanted to dodge.
"Don't move," he whispered.
Song Fengwan was already in awe of him. Her body stiffened, and she didn't dare to move an inch.
His fingertips lightly slid across her temple. His warm and dry fingertips landed on her cool face, startling every pore in her body. "There are tissue scraps."
After speaking, he straightened up, and the distance between them returned back to how it previously was.
Song Fengwan took a deep breath, just like a drowning person who finally came ashore.
"Thank you." Song Fengwan's face was so red that it felt a little hot. She didn't notice that she had left some tissue scraps on her face when she wiped her face with the tissue just now. How embarrassing.
"You're welcome."
The person holding the umbrella behind them was stunned. Where were the tissue scraps? Why didn't I see them?
Third Master was obviously taking advantage of this little girl, yet he still looked so serious, feeling at ease and justified.
"Third Master, I'm going now. Please get in the car." Song Fengwan felt that she would go crazy if she continued to stay with him.
Fu Chen lowered his head and looked at her. "I'll wait for your call."
With that, he turned around and got in the car.
Song Fengwan's heart skipped a beat, and she smiled dryly. "Alright."
***
Holding an umbrella and wrapped in someone's large jacket, Song Fengwan slowly walked toward the atelier while sighing.
I heard that Third Master Fu lived abroad before, so he's probably not used to such pleasantries in China. Seems like I have to be more careful when talking to him in the future, lest I dig a hole for myself.
When she reached the atelier, she saw through the glass door that there were two familiar figures sitting inside.
The two people saw her and immediately stood up.
Song Fengwan took a deep breath. Why are they waiting for me here? They're really haunting me.