In the restaurantâs private roomâ¦
Song Fengwanâs 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?
âHavenât gotten it off yet?â 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. âDone.â
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, âIf this was in ancient times, you would have to be responsible for me.â
Her fingers holding the chopsticks trembled.?Responsible?
Why is this person so shameless?
I was just helping out of kindness.
Besides, if weâre talking about being responsible, he pressed me against the window at the ski resort that day, and he evenâ¦
Song Fengwan bit her lip and didnât say anything.
In this situation, shouldnât he have to marry me?
âMaster said that men and women shouldnât have physical contact with each other. Big Sister should indeed be responsible for Third Uncle.â Huai Sheng spoke sincerely throughout.
âEat your pickled vegetables! Youâre a kid. You donât understand. Donât spout nonsense.â Song Fengwan picked up some vegetable leaves for him.
After Qiao Xiyan returned, he kept feeling that Song Fengwanâs expression was off. He patted her shoulder. âAre you alright?â
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 couldnât 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 companyâs 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.
âItâs so late. Youâre not sleeping yet?â Fu Chen walked out with the phone and planned to go downstairs to get some water.
âYouâre not sleeping either. I called Mom a few days ago. She said you made a promise to her?â
âYes.â
âYouâre bringing a girlfriend home next year?â
âIs there a problem?â
âChenâer, tell me. Which girl have you taken a liking to?â
Fu Chen stopped in his tracks, his expression normal. âBig Sisâ¦â
âI raised you since you were young. How can I not know what youâre thinking? You never make promises easily, let alone for huge matters like marriage. If you donât have a goal and arenât certain, would you have dared to promise Mom?â
Fu Chen pushed his glasses up his nose bridge and didnât say anything.
âStill wooing her?â
âYeah.â Fu Chen didnât hide it. His sister doted on him and had always been partial to him, so she definitely wouldnât say this in front of their parents.
âChenâer, this wonât do. Do you know how to woo girls? Do you want me to help you?â
âHow?â Fu Chen walked downstairs.
âYou 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 heartâ¦â
Fu Chen listened and didnât interrupt her.
âBut sometimes, you have to be a bit domineering and tough. After all, sheâs a little girl, so she will more or less think that a domineering man with the aura of a company president is very charming.
âAlthough she wonât say it, who hasnât fantasized about being pressed against a wall and being forcefully kissed by someone?â
âBig Sisâ¦â
âYeah?â
âDid Brother-in-Law woo you like this back then?â
She was stunned. âNonsense.â
âOne time when you came home, you had an injury on your mouth. I asked you what happened, and you said you bit yourselfâ¦â
âFu Chen!â?This fellow is really itching for a beating.
âBrother-in-Law looks like a weak scholar. I didnât expect him to have such a domineering and manly side to him.â
âOld Third Fu, do you want to rebel?!â?The older he gets, the less he learns. He was so cute when he was young, like a squishy little rice ball. Whatâs with him now??âJust you wait. Iâll deal with you when I get back.â
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 werenât 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 donât 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, âYou also protect and care for Mother-in-Law like this too. Why canât I dote on my wife?
âDonât do to others what you donât want others to do to you.
âBesides, this is my family matter. Every couple has their own way of getting along. Father-in-Law, you shouldnât interfere too much.â
Old Master Fu was so angry that he kicked him out of the house and told him to get lost.
âYou little Southern Barbarian, youâre already starting to lecture me after marrying my daughter?â Old Master Fu was so angry that he almost hit him.
Fu Chenâs 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 Chenâs brother-in-law was a southerner, so Old Master Fu addressed him as âSouthern Barbarianâ from then on. He held this anger in⦠from then until now.
Fu Chen had had a taste of his brother-in-lawâs temperament when he was young.?If he really doesnât 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 Fengwanâs family in the futureâ¦
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 Xiyanâs father is even more not to be trifled with. Qiao Aiyun is still alright, but with this father and sonâ¦
Iâm afraid itâll be difficult.
The moment he entered the kitchen, he saw a familiar figure drinking water.
âYouâre still not asleep so late?â
âMmââ 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.
âWhy arenât you sleeping?â Fu Chen walked over.
âHuh?â Song Fengwan looked at him and didnât seem to understand what he said. She continued drinking water.
Fu Chen watched her finish the water with a smile on his face. âAre you drunk?â
âNo.â Song Fengwan shook her head vigorously. âThis time, I didnât⦠didnât go to your room. I didnât do anything else. Really!â
Fu Chen nodded. âYes, I know.â
âThird Masterâ¦â
âCall me Third Brother. Thereâs no one around.â
âUmââ Song Fengwan glanced at her surroundings. The lights were dim, and it was very quiet. She called out, âThird Brother.â
âWhatâs the matter?â Fu Chen leaned over and looked at her with a smile.
âYouâre such a bad person, and youâre still skin scraping!â Song Fengwan even started to speak in her dialect.
Skin scraping??Fu Chen frowned and imitated her emphasis on the word. âSkin scraping?â
âYouâre so skin scraping. You bought a new phone, yet you got an old model. The rich are indeed stingy!â Song Fengwan harrumphed softly.
âYes, Iâm stingy. What else do you have to complain about? Continue.â 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.
âThenâ¦â Song Fengwan looked up at him.
She was stammering.
âThen what?â Fu Chen was extremely patient with her.
âCheng Lan said that you like me?â 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 couldnât confirm it, and she didnât dare to ask Fu Chen. But now, she said everything in her head.
âWhat do you think?â 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 closerâ¦
Before Fu Chen did anything, Song Fengwan pushed him away and even kicked him.
âYou nasty hooligan, in my dreams, youâve done this time and time again. Do you think I donât have a temper?â 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?
Sheâs really drunk.