Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master’s Wife-Chasing Strategy - Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Duan Lang Brings Wanwan To Drink Alcohol?

After Fu Chen’s blind date left, Duan Linbai, who was hiding in a corner, shook his head. He’s 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 didn’t return to his seat and instead sat directly opposite Duan Linbai.

“Third Fu, what a coincidence.” 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 kid’s meal set.

“I went to your house to ask you out to eat hotpot, but you weren’t around, so I brought Little Sister out to eat. Don’t you think it’s such a coincidence? You’re actually on a blind date here too.”

“There are countless restaurants in Beijing. It’s really such a coincidence that we bumped into each other.” Fu Chen didn’t expose him.

“Yup, I think so too.” Duan Linbai’s back turned cold from Fu Chen’s smile.

“Let’s go out together later.” Fu Chen fiddled with the prayer beads.

Duan Linbai’s heart palpitated wildly. Is this fellow planning to kill me while the sky’s dark?

Just as he was about to reject him, Fu Chen’s phone rang. It was Old Madam Fu calling.

“I’ll go answer the call.” 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 didn’t make it very clear and only said that Fu Chen was too much of a bully. Old Madam Fu knew her son’s 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.

“What happened? Have something going on?” Duan Linbai was anxious for this disaster to leave.

“I’m 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.” Old Madam Fu was rushing him, but Song Fengwan just started eating, so she wouldn’t be able to leave anytime soon.

“The weather’s so cold. Let’s just go home and sleep. Why do we need to go out?” Duan Linbai was very guilty.

“To have an emotional exchange.”

Fu Chen specially reminded Song Fengwan, “Go home and study after dinner. I’ll be home soon.”

Song Fengwan nodded silently. When she thought about how he had pressed her against the railing just now, she didn’t 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. “It’s almost seven. Let’s go back.”

Duan Linbai looked at her and suddenly smiled. He was obviously up to no good. “It’s still early. Don’t just focus on studying. You need to relax occasionally too. Let’s go out to play later.”

“No need.” He had an appointment with Fu Chen, and she didn’t dare to join in the fun.

“Third Fu is going to the old residence, and he probably won’t contact me until a few hours later. I’ll show you around a night market in Beijing. We’ll just take a slight detour, and then I’ll send you back.” Duan Linbai knew that Song Fengwan was his death exemption token.

He was too familiar with Fu Chen. Fu Chen hadn’t flared up just now because he was worried about his image in front of Song Fengwan.

“No, it’s alright. It’s too much trouble for you. I really need to go back and do my homework.”

“You asked me to be your model, and I did it without a second word. But now that I’m asking you to accompany me for a while, you’re not willing?” Duan Linbai sighed. “You can’t use your true feelings when dealing with people nowadays…

“This poor me will just have to go out alone and feel the cold wind.

“Because of you, I’m blown by cold wind. When I’m lonely, tears run from my eyes[1]…” 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. “Alright. I’ll accompany you for a while. But you have to send me back before Third Master returns.”

“Of course.” Duan Linbai suppressed his excitement. “Don’t worry. I won’t trick you.” 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.

“Do you usually listen to folk songs?” Duan Linbai was definitely not about to let Song Fengwan go back.

“Occasionally.”

“I know a bar with a pretty good folk band. I’ll take you there to have some fun.” As he spoke, he turned the car around and sped toward the bar.

“Why don’t you just send me back? I’m not an adult yet, so I won’t be able to enter that place.”

“I know the boss. We’re just going to sit in a private room and listen to music for a while. I won’t let you drink alcohol.” 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. “Help me book a private room at Ninth Mansion. Don’t get any alcohol and prepare some milk and other drinks. I’m bringing a little sister over. Don’t arrange anything else.”

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 didn’t say anything.

***

Ninth Mansion…

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.

“Little Boss, you’re here.” The man who greeted him first was in his mid-twenties and wearing a suit. “We’ve arranged the private room and prepared it according to your instructions.”

“Well done.” This person was Duan Linbai’s assistant.

“Young Master Duan, come in quickly.” 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.

“What are you looking at?”

The manager smiled bitterly and suddenly stuffed something into his hand. “This is a small token of my regard. I hope you have a good time tonight.”

Duan Linbai lowered his head to take a look. He was utterly dumbfounded.

It was an Intercontinental Hotel room card.

What is he doing?

“I wish you success tonight. I’ve prepared everything for you. It’s absolutely private and confidential. You can play without worry,” 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 they’re trying to be smart?

Play your foot! This is Third Fu’s 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 didn’t like to talk behind people’s backs, so he didn’t mention that that woman was late. Old Madam Fu was tired after talking so much and naturally didn’t bother with him anymore.

His phone vibrated.

It was Qian Jiang’s message.

He thought that the content would be about Song Fengwan arriving home safely, but instead, it was…

[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 ‘為你我受冷風吹 (Suffer for you)’ by Sandy Lam.