After Fu Chenâs blind date left, Duan Linbai, who was hiding in a corner, shook his head.?Heâs holding her down but not kissing her?
So pure?
He wasted my efforts of bending my waist to hide and wait for him.
Before Fu Chen noticed, he quickly retreated from the scene, returned to his seat, and pretended to have never left.
Fu Chen walked back to the dining area, and Song Fengwan followed closely behind him. He didnât return to his seat and instead sat directly opposite Duan Linbai.
âThird Fu, what a coincidence.â Duan Linbai took a sip of red wine and smiled exceptionally innocently and sweetly at Fu Chen.
Song Fengwan sat beside Fu Chen obediently and focused on eating her kidâs meal set.
âI went to your house to ask you out to eat hotpot, but you werenât around, so I brought Little Sister out to eat. Donât you think itâs such a coincidence? Youâre actually on a blind date here too.â
âThere are countless restaurants in Beijing. Itâs really such a coincidence that we bumped into each other.â Fu Chen didnât expose him.
âYup, I think so too.â Duan Linbaiâs back turned cold from Fu Chenâs smile.
âLetâs go out together later.â Fu Chen fiddled with the prayer beads.
Duan Linbaiâs heart palpitated wildly.?Is this fellow planning to kill me while the skyâs dark?
Just as he was about to reject him, Fu Chenâs phone rang. It was Old Madam Fu calling.
âIâll go answer the call.â Fu Chen stood up and walked out.
The reason Old Madam Fu called was none other than that the woman who had gone on the blind date had complained to the person who introduced her. She didnât make it very clear and only said that Fu Chen was too much of a bully. Old Madam Fu knew her sonâs temper.
He was devious and vicious-tongued.
She thought he had said something to make her cry. Since this blind date was an introduction by an acquaintance, she had to give that person an explanation. So she called Fu Chen and asked him to return to the old residence immediately.
When Fu Chen returned to his seat, he glanced at Song Fengwan, who was eating quietly.
âWhat happened? Have something going on?â Duan Linbai was anxious for this disaster to leave.
âIâm going back to the old residence. After you two are done eating, send her home. You can decide on the location for the small gathering tonight.â Old Madam Fu was rushing him, but Song Fengwan just started eating, so she wouldnât be able to leave anytime soon.
âThe weatherâs so cold. Letâs just go home and sleep. Why do we need to go out?â Duan Linbai was very guilty.
âTo have an emotional exchange.â
Fu Chen specially reminded Song Fengwan, âGo home and study after dinner. Iâll be home soon.â
Song Fengwan nodded silently. When she thought about how he had pressed her against the railing just now, she didnât dare to look at him.
***
This meal was very dull and tasteless for Song Fengwan and Duan Linbai.
Song Fengwan looked at the digital watch on her wrist. âItâs almost seven. Letâs go back.â
Duan Linbai looked at her and suddenly smiled. He was obviously up to no good. âItâs still early. Donât just focus on studying. You need to relax occasionally too. Letâs go out to play later.â
âNo need.â He had an appointment with Fu Chen, and she didnât dare to join in the fun.
âThird Fu is going to the old residence, and he probably wonât contact me until a few hours later. Iâll show you around a night market in Beijing. Weâll just take a slight detour, and then Iâll send you back.â Duan Linbai knew that Song Fengwan was his death exemption token.
He was too familiar with Fu Chen. Fu Chen hadnât flared up just now because he was worried about his image in front of Song Fengwan.
âNo, itâs alright. Itâs too much trouble for you. I really need to go back and do my homework.â
âYou asked me to be your model, and I did it without a second word. But now that Iâm asking you to accompany me for a while, youâre not willing?â Duan Linbai sighed. âYou canât use your true feelings when dealing with people nowadaysâ¦
âThis poor me will just have to go out alone and feel the cold wind.
âBecause of you, Iâm blown by cold wind. When Iâm lonely, tears run from my eyes[1]â¦â When a certain someone talked about his sadness, he even hummed a song.
Song Fengwan did indeed owe him a favor for asking him to be a model for her. She braced herself and nodded. âAlright. Iâll accompany you for a while. But you have to send me back before Third Master returns.â
âOf course.â Duan Linbai suppressed his excitement. âDonât worry. I wonât trick you.â?Why is this child so kind?
Song Fengwan bit her lip. She kept having a bad premonition.
***
Duan Linbai originally wanted to bring Song Fengwan to a night market for a stroll, but due to the reorganization recently, he found that the stalls were all gone when they arrived.
âDo you usually listen to folk songs?â Duan Linbai was definitely not about to let Song Fengwan go back.
âOccasionally.â
âI know a bar with a pretty good folk band. Iâll take you there to have some fun.â As he spoke, he turned the car around and sped toward the bar.
âWhy donât you just send me back? Iâm not an adult yet, so I wonât be able to enter that place.â
âI know the boss. Weâre just going to sit in a private room and listen to music for a while. I wonât let you drink alcohol.â How would Duan Linbai dare to lead her to a shady place? Fu Chen would kill him if he did.
Without waiting for Song Fengwan to speak, he took out his phone and made a call. âHelp me book a private room at Ninth Mansion. Donât get any alcohol and prepare some milk and other drinks. Iâm bringing a little sister over. Donât arrange anything else.â
There were always some other services in bars. Duan Linbai spoke tactfully, but Song Fengwan, sitting in the front passenger seat, understood what he meant. She lowered her head and didnât say anything.
***
Ninth Mansionâ¦
About twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of the bar. The exterior decor was retro and low-key, so it was clearly different from ordinary bars.
Duan Linbai pushed the door open, got out of the car, and led Song Fengwan in. The bar manager had received the news and was already waiting at the door.
âLittle Boss, youâre here.â The man who greeted him first was in his mid-twenties and wearing a suit. âWeâve arranged the private room and prepared it according to your instructions.â
âWell done.â This person was Duan Linbaiâs assistant.
âYoung Master Duan, come in quickly.â The bar manager hurriedly went forward to greet him. He subconsciously sized up Song Fengwan, but his line of sight was blocked by Duan Linbai.
âWhat are you looking at?â
The manager smiled bitterly and suddenly stuffed something into his hand. âThis is a small token of my regard. I hope you have a good time tonight.â
Duan Linbai lowered his head to take a look. He was utterly dumbfounded.
It was an Intercontinental Hotel room card.
What is he doing?
âI wish you success tonight. Iâve prepared everything for you. Itâs absolutely private and confidential. You can play without worry,â the manager added, speaking beside his ear.
Duan Linbai was stupefied. When he came back to his senses, he cursed inwardly.?F*ck!
These idiots are usually stupid, but now theyâre trying to be smart?
Play your foot! This is Third Fuâs wife, my future little sister-in-law! You want me to play with her?!
***
At this moment, Fu Chen was being criticized in the old residence. He didnât like to talk behind peopleâs backs, so he didnât mention that that woman was late. Old Madam Fu was tired after talking so much and naturally didnât bother with him anymore.
His phone vibrated.
It was Qian Jiangâs message.
He thought that the content would be about Song Fengwan arriving home safely, but instead, it wasâ¦
[Duan Linbai brought Miss Song around Beijing.]
[He brought Miss Song to a bar.]
[His people have booked a room with a large bed in the Intercontinental Hotel. They prepared champagne, roses, red wine, and condoms. He might want to bring Miss Song there.]
Fu Chen narrowed his eyes.?I asked you to send her home, yet you brought her to a hotel?
[1] Lyrics of a song called âçºä½ æåå·é¢¨å¹ (Suffer for you)â by Sandy Lam.