Yan Wangchuanâs little assistant was really frightened.
He had started following Yan Wangchuan after graduating. Actually, it was also strange that Yan Wangchuan had chosen him to be his assistant. The reason was very simple.
He didnât talk much.
There were others helping him with his usual work. As his assistant, he was mainly responsible for driving and taking care of his daily life.
But Yan Wangchuan was usually strict with himself. The things the assistant could do were very limited, and his work was easy.
Yan Wangchuan had not dated all the way to his forties, and he didnât even have a female companion. Normally, when he had to attend social gatherings, if the other party asked him to bring a female companion, he would reject them directly. There was no room for negotiation.
He could bring any random person. No one had requested that his companion had to be a girlfriend or anything, but he had never compromised. He seemed to be especially particular about this.
After being with him for so long, the assistant found that apart from working and socializing, he would either work out or read books to enrich himself. His personal life was so clean that it made peopleâs hair stand on end.
The old madam of the Yan family still used to urge him to get married in the past.
But no matter what methods she had used, he would always deal with them coldly. The old madam couldnât do anything about him and had already let him be.
This time, Yan Wangchuan had suddenly abandoned his work and come to Yuncheng. The assistant was already very surprised, but his boss had even fought with someone. This scared him silly.
He wasnât a fool either. He knew that Yan Wangchuan liked Qiao Aiyun. However, not only was she married, but she also had a daughter.
He could only sigh that his boss was too infatuated.?But you donât say anything, and you put on a deadpan face all day long. Does Ms. Qiao really know of your infatuation?
âPresident Yan, I donât know if I should say this.â The assistant shot him a look out of the corner of his eye.?You canât woo someone like this.
âSince you donât know if you should say it, donât say it.â
Yan Wangchuanâs words instantly shut him up.
The assistant shut up resentfully.
Donât you even know that you look like a big fool with a silly smile now?
I canât bear to watch.
Fine, go ahead and enjoy yourself.
***
Tiansheng Districtâ¦
Song Fengwan was focused on reviewing in her room. Her right hand had been injured previously, so she hadnât drawn for a few days. She was worried that her hand would get rusty during the examination, so she took a pencil and casually scribbled on a piece of drawing paper.
Sketching was her weak point, so she inevitably spent more time on it.
She was still thinking about Yan Wangchuanâs adorable contrast today. She hadnât drawn Yan Wangchuan before, so she planned to draw a quick character sketch. But the more she drew, the stranger it seemedâ¦
This personâ¦
Why does he look more and more like Fu Chen?
Holy shit.
âWanwan?â Qiao Aiyun knocked on the door.
Song Fengwan hurriedly tore off the drawing paper and put it away. âMom, whatâs wrong?â
Qiao Aiyun had warmed up a glass of milk for her. âItâs almost time for your exam. Rest more, and donât stay up late.â
âOkay.â Song Fengwan felt guilty.
Qiao Aiyun took the few sketches she had placed aside. Although she didnât know much about drawing and felt that the characters were similar, they were naturally good to her. âDonât think too much about the matters at home. Iâll take care of them.â
âYes.â
âI wonât disturb you then. Rest early.â
Qiao Aiyun was worried that her studies would be affected because of their family matters.
Alas, little did she know that someone else was affecting her daughterâs studies now.
After seeing her mother out, Song Fengwan spread out the drawing paper she had put away. She took a look at the time and saw that it was almost eleven oâclock. She picked up her phone and sent a message to Fu Chen.
[Are you asleep?]
After a few seconds, there was a reply. [No.]
[You replied so quickly? Donât tell me youâre playing with your phone?] Song Fengwan was drinking milk. She hadnât noticed it herself, but her conversations with Fu Chen were becoming increasingly casual.
[Iâm holding my phone, afraid Iâll miss your message.]
Song Fengwanâs lips slowly curled up. Hearing no more sounds outside, she crawled under her blanket and called him.
âHello, Third Masterââ
Fu Chen frowned, looking slightly unhappy.?She called me Third Brother affectionately in the day. But when she doesnât need me, Iâm Third Master??He hummed indifferently.
âA lot happened today.â
âHas it all been resolved?â Fu Chen had long heard the news from Yan Wangchuan, but he couldnât expose their alliance.
âYes, you donât know how funny Uncle Yan is. He looks very cold and serious and not amenable to reason. I didnât expect him to be quite adorable sometimes. I saw his ears turn red today.â
Song Fengwan remembered what had happened today. He had clearly been so domineering at the police station, but as soon as her mother had gone over, he suddenly became obedient.
â⦠Heâs already so old yet still gets so shy. My mom picked up some food for him, and he was obviously delighted, but he even said he didnât need anymore in an uncomfortable manner.
âYou donât know how amusing the contrast is.â
Song Fengwan chatted on and on for a long time, but there was no reply. She thought the call had ended. âHey, are you still there?â
âIâm here.â
âWhy arenât you saying anything?â
âWhy should I discuss this happily with you when the person I like is praising another man in front of me?â Fu Chen naturally knew that Yan Wangchuan was not a threat to him. But he felt uncomfortable when he heard her keep talking about someone else.
Song Fengwan was stunned. âUncle Yan is my elder.â
âYou used to treat me like an elder.â
Song Fengwan was so angry that she was speechless.
âAre you angry?â
Song Fengwan bit her lip and remained silent.
âI admit that Iâm very jealous.â
Not only are you jealous, but youâre jealous for no reason.
âI just care too much about you. The time we get to talk every day is too short. I hope that during this timeâ¦â His voice was low and helpless but loving.
âI want there only to be me in your eyes and heart. Canât you only focus on me?â
Song Fengwan reached out to cover her heart.?Itâs starting again.
What does this old man want?
âWanwan, canât you?â His voice was deliberately low, and his tone was really irresistible.
âOkay,â Song Fengwan replied.
âGoodâ¦â
Song Fengwanâs face flushed red as she changed the subject. âWhat were you busy with today?â
âWork.â Fu Chenâs voice paused for two seconds. âI miss you.â
Song Fengwan felt that this topic couldnât continue anymore. âIâm going to bed. Good night.â
Fu Chen let out a low laugh. âGood night, Wanwan.â
Song Fengwan hung up the phone and crawled out of bed. A thin layer of sweat had already formed on her forehead, palms, and chest. She had already been very nervous because she was sneaking around, yet he kept flirting with her.?Seriouslyâ¦
As soon as she hung up, she received a WeChat notification. Fu Chen sent her an emoji of two small characters kissing.
She gritted her teeth.?Before, he didnât even use a smartphone. Now, heâs even playing with emojis so smoothly?
She took a sip of milk to calm herself down.
***
After sending the message, Fu Chen didnât receive a reply for a long time. The tip of his tongue pressed against his cheek as he smiled.?Next time we meet, it wonât just be an emoji.
He was just about to go to bed, but Yan Wangchuan unexpectedly called.
âHeyââ When Fu Chen spoke to him, his tone naturally wasnât as gentle as earlier.
âI heard you specially called a lawyer for me. Sorry to trouble you.â Yan Wangchuanâs voice was also his usual coldness.
The two of them, who were on par with each other, spoke in unyielding tones.
âWanwan called me. Sheâs worried about you.â
âOh.â
âSong Jingren swallowed his anger for this incident. Iâm afraid that heâll be up to no good. This involves the division of assets, so he wonât back down. You have to pay more attention,â Fu Chen reminded.
He had interacted with Yan Wangchuan a few times and knew him a little. He was very straightforward. He could talk about business, but he was not good at scheming against others.
Song Jingren was about to be driven to a corner. A person like him would likely do something.
âI understand.â
âBy the way, President Yan, do you not know how to please a woman and woo Aunt Yun?â
Yan Wangchuan tightened his grip on his phone, looking displeased.?What does he mean by this?
âSince weâre allies, do you want to tell me so I can help you?â
âThank you for your concern! Thereâs no need!â With that, he hung up.
His tone was cold, and his attitude was unusually tough.
Yan Wangchuan knew that his weaknesses were here. But when a junior pointed it out, he still felt uncomfortable, and his tone became colder.
Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.
The few times they had interacted, he had been taciturn. He hadnât even revealed any emotions. The two had always been straightforward with their words without any sloppiness. Now, this wasâ¦
Is he angry?
How rare.
This is quite interesting.
After teasing Yan Wangchuan, Fu Chen fell asleep with a clear conscience. He wanted to sleep at the same time as his wife.
Yan Wangchuan was standing by the hotel window at the moment, his face reflecting in the dark glass window.
It was cold and malicious, so dark and gloomy that it looked like ink could drip out.
Teach me? Where does this brat get his confidence from? Iâve lived for so long. Do I need him to teach me? Or was he mocking me?
This brat Fu Chen is indeed someone people canât become close acquaintances with.
This young man is mature, scheming, and full of evil tricks. I have to warn Wanwan when I see her another day.
You have to be careful when interacting with such people.