Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
On the day Song Fengwan set off for the capitalâ¦
Song Jingren personally helped her move her two large suitcases and art supplies into the car. âFengwan, you have to take care of yourself in the capital. If youâre not used to the food, Iâll ask Aunt Liang to go there and cook for you.â
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âItâs only around two to three months. Iâll be fine.â Song Fengwan looked at her luggage while thinking if she had forgotten anything.
âAfter you get to the capital, go pay Old Master Fu a visit first. You must be respectful to him. Iâve already prepared the gifts for you.
âRemember to give me a call when you arrive. No matter how late it is, Iâll wait for your call,â Song Jingren reminded repeatedly.
âI know.â Song Fengwan was also reluctant to part from him. It was the first time she had left her parents to live outside. After all, she was only 17 years old, so she was still slightly uneasy.
âXiyan, Iâll be troubling you this timeâ¦â Song Jingren walked to another side.
Qiao Xiyan had already been here for so long, but he hadnât even taken a single step into the Song familyâs courtyard. This clearly showed the Qiao familyâs attitude.
Qiao Xiyan turned his head and glanced at Song Jingren. He threw the half-burnt cigarette between his fingers onto the ground and stubbed it with his foot.
âWanwan, are you done?â
âYep.â
âThen letâs go.â He left directly while speaking. He looked cold and arrogant, and his gaze was frosty, looking even more desolate than this autumn wind.
Song Fengwan chatted with Song Jingren for a few more minutes before leaving.
After its headlights flashed a few times, the car sped away.
***
Song Fengwan was sitting in the front passenger seat and looking down as she sent a message to her mother. She suddenly remembered something and turned around to look for something in the back seat.
âForgot something?â Qiao Xiyan smiled when he saw her flustered look.
âAnd here I thought you had really grown up and could stand on your own now. Fortunately, we havenât gotten on the highway yet. Hurry and find it.â He slowed the car down, and his voice was no longer cold but casual and lazy instead. He even sounded likeâ¦
He was enjoying her current predicament.
Song Fengwan finally found a paper bag and held it in her arms. She lowered her head to check it. âI found it. That gave me a fright. I thought I forgot it at home.â
Qiao Xiyan gave her a subtle glance out of the corner of his eye. It appeared to be a jacket.
âIs this jacket very important?â
âItâs Third Master Fuâs. He lent it to me beforeâ¦â Song Fengwan didnât hide it and briefly recounted the events of that rainy day. â⦠After it was sent back from dry cleaning, I went to check. This jacket is an out-of-print limited edition from its brandâs current season, and itâs quite expensive.â
âI didnât expect Third Master Fu to have this side to him.â Qiao Xiyan subconsciously held a cigarette in his mouth and reached for the lighter. But after catching a glimpse of the person beside him, he took the cigarette out of his mouth.
His father had reminded him repeatedly.
Donât smoke in front of kids.
âYou donât even know him. How do you know what heâs like?â Song Fengwan was doubtful.
âI heard some rumors about him from a customer who went to the store to buy jade.
âThat customer was buying stone materials in the northwest and happened to run into Third Master Fu. Third Master Fu was in a group and probably out for an inspection or a mountaineering trip.â Qiao Xiyan narrowed his eyes. âHe said that there was a woman who kept chasing after Third Master Fu.â
Song Fengwan was immediately interested. âAnd then?â
âThe mountains there are high, and the roads are dangerous. That lady is frail and delicate. She couldnât take hardships, and her feet were covered in blisters.â
âDid she go back?â Song Fengwan turned to the side, full of interest.
âIt wasnât easy to chase him all the way there, so how could she leave so easily? She probably wanted to use the opportunity to make Third Master Fu comfort and pamper her. She was so pitiful that many men wouldnât be able to reject such a woman.â Qiao Xiyan sneered. âUnfortunately, Third Master Fu isnât your average manâ¦â
Song Fengwan frowned. âWhat did he do?â
âHe didnât even spare her a glance. Afterward, that woman tried to force him by threatening to jump off a cliff.â
âSo crazy?â
âThird Master Fu said one sentence.â Qiao Xiyanâs tone was calm. âMiss Li, remember to buy insurance.â
Song Fengwan rubbed her nose. Based on his attitude toward Jiang Fengya the other day, he really was someone who would say something like this.
âWhat happened to the woman in the end? She didnât really jump, did she?â
âNo, she broke down on the spot and bawled her eyes out.â
âIt must be devastating to have the person you like say that.â Song Fengwan had never been in a relationship before, but she had watched enough dramas and could vaguely understand.
âIf only that was all. That girl kept yelling that her surname wasnât Li but Cheng. She had been chasing after Third Master Fu for more than four years, but let alone her name, even her surname wasnât worthy of Third Master Fuâs attention.â
Qiao Xiyan chuckled. âThen Third Master Fu simply said differently, âIâm sorry. Iâve always had trouble remembering irrelevant people.â
âHis attitude was extremely sincere. That day, that girl limped away.â
Song Fengwan shook her head helplessly. âPoor thing.â
âThatâs why I was surprised that he would lend you his jacket. He should be a very cold and heartless person.â
âIâm not one of his fanatical pursuers. Besides, heâs an elder, so itâs normal for him to take care of me.â Song Fengwan had always respected Fu Chen and regarded him as her elder.
âLetâs not talk about the other members of the Fu family. Be sure to pay attention around Fu Chen. I heard that heâs not easy to get along with, and he doesnât like it when others disagree and talk back to him. Just listen to whatever he says.â
Qiao Xiyan was also worried that his cousin would suffer a loss. She would be in a foreign place and wouldnât have anyone to stand up for her if she were to be wronged.
âI donât know how the Fu family arranged it, but I think Fu Chen treats you quite well. When you return the jacket, have a better attitude. Didnât you bring some local specialties? Give him some too. As long as he takes care of you slightly, no one in the capital will dare to bully you.â
âGot it.â Song Fengwan bit her lip.
She knew how influential Fu Chen was.
If she wanted to have good days in the future, she had to cozy up to him.
She didnât know what Third Master Fu liked. If only she could do things to his liking.
Song Fengwan sighed. She took out the âCollege Entrance English Examination: 3,500 Wordsâ book from the side and started reading.
***
At this moment, Fu Chen still had no idea that Song Fengwan was on her way to the capital.
Old Master Fu was afraid that he would be against it, so he ordered everyone in the family to keep their mouths shut and planned to force her on him.
Actually, Fu Chen was quite interested in Song Fengwan. But she was still young, and it happened to be the college entrance examination period, so he wasnât in a hurry. Recently, he had been handling an acquisition case and was busy these days.
Today, he barely got any rest before he was forcibly pulled out by the old madam to accompany her to watch an opera. In the theater, there were many young ladies from aristocratic families who didnât know how to appreciate the art of traditional operas. So the old madamâs motive was self-evident.
The Mid-Autumn Festival had just passed, and they were still performing âChangâe Flying to the Moonâ in the Pear Garden. The people on the stage wore heavy make-up, draped on cloud-shaped collar wraps, and swayed their long sleeves as they sang in a mellow voice.
The old madam held a teacup in her hand and listened with narrowed eyes.
Fu Chen was still wearing a black long robe. He tilted his head and looked at his phone. The dim light in the garden fell on him, causing to exude the dispirited aura of a young master from the Republic of China era.
âThird Son, are you waiting for a call?â the old madam asked in a low voice with squinted eyes.
âNo.â
Although he had exchanged phone numbers with Song Fengwan, they hadnât even sent each other a text message yet.
Fu Chen put away his phone.?Seems like that little girl isnât planning on treating me to a meal and returning my jacket.