Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master’s Wife-Chasing Strategy - Chapter 127

Chapter 127: Go to Third Master’s Room?

Yunjin Prime Manor…

Facing the light, Qiao Xiyan squinted his eyes as he examined the cutting edge of a blade. The knives were small, but the blades were unusually sharp and hiding their edges.

Especially under the light, the sharp edges of the knives were silvery, looking luminous and scary.

“Young Master Qiao, have some tea.” Uncle Nian sized him up and smiled even more amiable. “I had the honor of meeting Old Master Qiao before. You look a little similar to him.”

“Really?” Qiao Xiyan put down his knife and accepted the tea with both hands.

“Old Master always said that Old Master Qiao was crazy about jades and stones. I think all of you in the Qiao family are the same.”

Qiao Xiyan didn’t refute his words. “By the way, how old is Third Master Fu?”

“He’ll be twenty-seven after his birthday this year. You two are around the same age, right?”

He’s around the same age as me? I just said that Fu Chen was middle-aged. Erm…

He rubbed his nose and didn’t say anything else.

It was only then that Qiao Xiyan remembered that when he had gone to the Fu family residence in the past, Old Master Qiao had mentioned it. When he bought things just now, he subconsciously categorized Fu Chen as an elder.

He usually didn’t like socializing, so he didn’t know how to choose gifts. When the supermarket salesperson asked him, he said, “A gift for an elder.”

No wonder Fu Chen’s expression was off just now.

Now, the internet says that people born in the nineties are all having midlife crises. Maybe Fu Chen is about to have one too.

***

Naturally, they ate dinner at home. Dinner was some Beijing specialty dishes and warm alcohol, but only Qiao Xiyan drank a few cups.

Fu Chen was very knowledgeable in various aspects, and he chatted continuously with Qiao Xiyan.

“Third Master, thank you for taking care of Wanwan these days. When you have time, come to Suzhou for a trip. I’ll be the host.”

“It was what I should do. You’re being too polite.”

“How was the Buddhist prayer bead bracelet I gave you last time? I was in a hurry and didn’t choose it carefully. Next time, when I find some good wood, I’ll personally make one for you.”

After all, Fu Chen had taken care of Song Fengwan for so long without any complaints. So it was only right for him to express his gratitude.

When Song Fengwan heard this, her face instantly flushed as she looked at Fu Chen helplessly.

Fu Chen’s expression didn’t change. He rubbed his chopsticks with his fingers and looked at Song Fengwan calmly.

The little girl was biting on her lip, looking about to cry.

“Did you say Buddhist prayer bead bracelet?” Fu Chen’s tone was gentle and unhurried. When Song Fengwan heard his tone, she felt as if she was being dismembered.

Qiao Xiyan really doted on her, but he wouldn’t indulge her in serious matters. “Yeah. I left in a hurry last time and didn’t see you, so I asked Wanwan to give it to you.”

“Is that so…” Fu Chen enunciated every word with the tip of his tongue slowly. He looked at the person diagonally across from him and was about to speak when his calf suddenly hurt…

“Ahem. Have some more, Cousin.” She poured Qiao Xiyan a glass of alcohol.

“I have some business tomorrow. I shouldn’t drink too much.” His trip here was indeed to buy raw jade materials.

“That Buddhist prayer bead…” Fu Chen spoke again.

Song Fengwan kicked his knee and looked at him pitifully.

Fu Chen furrowed his brows.

The little girl is getting bolder and bolder. She actually kicked me?

And after kicking me, she still looks pitiful.

And when one kick didn’t work, she kicked again.

Of course, Qiao Xiyan didn’t see this, but the people standing nearby who worked for Fu Chen saw it very clearly.

My god, if it was only one kick, then he could let it go. But she keeps on kicking?

When has Third Master ever been so good-tempered?

“The prayer bead bracelet is quite good. I like it a lot.” After pausing, he changed his words. Only then did Song Fengwan heave a sigh of relief.

“I see that you are very knowledgeable about jade. If you go to Suzhou, I can show you around my house.” Qiao Xiyan had no idea about the interaction between the two people beneath the table.

“Third Master, you should have some food.” Song Fengwan smiled and used her chopsticks to pick up some pickled vegetables and a piece of mutton for Fu Chen.

Fu Chen smiled at her with deep meaning.

***

After dinner, Fu Chen and Qiao Xiyan sat on the sofa and watched the news together.

The two men discussed mostly current political affairs. Song Fengwan didn’t understand and couldn’t sit still.

She went to the kitchen to help Uncle Nian out for a while. When she thought of how she had kicked Fu Chen, she felt extremely panicked. This is literally going to kill me… Why does Cousin have such a big mouth?

“Alright, don’t stay here. Please help me bring the tea out.” Uncle Nian smiled.

Song Fengwan could only brace herself and go out to deliver the tea.

Qiao Xiyan wasn’t sitting on the sofa at this moment, and Fu Chen was alone.

“Your cousin went out to answer a call,” Fu Chen explained.

“Oh. Have some tea.” Song Fengwan bent over and handed the tea over. Fu Chen stared at her closely but didn’t say anything.

His gaze made her ears burn with embarrassment.

“You kicked me quite energetically just now.”

“Third Master, I…” Song Fengwan bit her lip, feeling embarrassed.

“A total of six times.”

Song Fengwan lowered her head and didn’t dare to speak.

“Your kicks were quite strong.” Fu Chen smiled lightly. “You’re the first person who dared to kick me.”

“Third Master, I was wrong.”

Fu Chen heard heavy footsteps approaching. He stood up slightly and reached for the teacup.

When she came back to her senses, Fu Chen had already sat down calmly with his teacup, as if nothing had happened.

Qiao Xiyan had also already walked over. “Wanwan, why are you in a daze?”

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” Song Fengwan’s heart was pounding wildly. Her fingers clutched the corner of her shirt, and she was flustered and at a loss.