Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master’s Wife-Chasing Strategy - Chapter 243

Chapter 243: Relationship Got Discovered? Nephew Is Scared Stupid

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Inside the old Fu residence…

Fu Chen held a white porcelain wine cup between his fingers and rubbed it with his fingertips as his ink-like eyes darkened.

Every time they mentioned the age gap between Song Fengwan and Fu Sinian, he felt as though they were talking about him.

An old cow eating young grass.

Fu Wan asked Song Fengwan a bit about her recent situation and chatted with Old Madam Fu while Shen Dongwen poured the Maotai wine for Old Master Fu. The two of them were drinking and talking about mundane politics and state affairs.

They finished the meal at around ten. Huai Sheng had long become sleepy, so Uncle Zhong brought him upstairs to sleep. Naturally, Shen Dongwen and Fu Wan stayed at the old Fu residence. Shen Jinye was unwilling to stay here, so he followed Fu Chen home, and the others returned to their own homes.

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Fu Chen had drunk quite a bit of alcohol. He leaned against the backseat of the car and closed his eyes to rest. Song Fengwan’s chest felt stuffy, and she was afraid of getting carsick and vomiting, so she sat right next to the car door while Shen Jinye somehow sat between the two of them.

Qiang Jiang was in charge of driving. Shi Fang turned his head and glanced at the backseat. Young Master Shen is third wheeling big time.

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“Are you going back to Yuncheng tomorrow?” Shen Jinye was playing a game on his phone. After the round ended, he turned to look at Song Fengwan while waiting for the game to matchmake teammates for him.

“Either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.” Her mom had said that she would come to pick her up either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

“Where are you going to study?”

“The results of the enrollment exams aren’t out yet, so I don’t know which ones I’ll be admitted to.”

“Come to Jinling to play sometime.”

Fu Chen’s eyelids twitched.

“Okay.” Song Fengwan nodded. In fact, Jinling was near Yuncheng. She had been to the ancient capital of the six dynasties twice. But she had only passed by there in a hurry, so she didn’t have a proper experience playing there.

“Let’s add each other on WeChat. We’re aren’t friends on Wechat yet.” Shen Jinye opened WeChat and showed her his QR code.

Song Fengwan also took out her phone, and just as she finished scanning his QR code, Shen Jinye’s calf was suddenly kicked by someone. He turned his head to look at the person beside him in surprise.

Fu Chen had already woken up at some point, and his eyes were dark amid the darkness.

“Little Uncle?” Shen Jinye was a little confused about why he had been kicked.

“I just woke up, and my legs are numb.” While speaking, he kicked him again.

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His legs are numb? As if. He definitely did it on purpose. I didn’t squeeze or bump into him just now. What’s wrong with him? His mood is so unpredictable.

Is he venting his anger on me because Mom criticized him earlier?

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After the three of them returned, Song Fengwan only discovered that Fu Chen had sent her a message after she took a shower and blew her hair dry.

He wanted to see her.

Song Fengwan knew that he was probably jealous because of what had happened at the old residence today.

He’s already so old. Why does he get jealous so easily like a teenager?

He even kicked his nephew.

Recalling his childish actions, Song Fengwan couldn’t help smiling.

But so what if he’s childish…

I…

… still like him.

The two of them chatted in Song Fengwan’s room.

At the Fu family dinner just now, because Sun Qionghua had made a scene, and Shen Dongwen and Fu Wan had come back, they hadn’t eaten much. So after Song Fengwan and Fu Chen cuddled in her room for a while, they went downstairs to cook some food.

“I think there are only noodles and frozen dumplings left.” Song Fengwan looked at Fu Chen, who was sitting on the sofa. He was starting to get tipsy, so he was pinching the space between his eyebrows.

He had drunk a lot of Old Master Fu’s treasured Maotai wine earlier.

“You don’t even like alcohol. That Maotai probably didn’t have much flavor to you. It’s such a waste,” Song Fengwan said with a smile.

Fu Chen lifted his eyelids and looked at her. “I felt uncomfortable in my heart.”

Besides that, his elder sister and brother-in-law had come, so he had to drink some.

Fu Chen usually didn’t drink alcohol, but it didn’t mean he quit drinking.

“Do you want me to make something to help with your hangover?”

“It’s fine. I just need to eat something.”

“Then I’ll go cook,” Song Fengwan volunteered.

“You know how to cook?” Fu Chen turned his head and looked at her.

“Let’s eat dumplings. Give me a moment.” Song Fengwan took out the frozen dumplings and boiled them in a pot.

Fu Chen’s eyelids were drooping as he turned his head to watch her bustle about in the kitchen.

She rarely went into the kitchen, so her actions were a little clumsy. When she boiled the water, she didn’t even turn on the range hood, causing the white mist to fill the entire kitchen.

He narrowed his eyes while watching her being all flustered and smiled.

I still feel that…

She’s a little cute.

Cooking dumplings didn’t require much skill. But even so, if you weren’t able to grasp the correct timing, it was easy to overcook them.

When Song Fengwan finished cooking and brought the dumplings out of the kitchen, Fu Chen was already asleep on the sofa.

She hesitated for a moment and chose not to wake him up…

Shen Jinye turned on his computer, played a game of PUBG, and went downstairs to get a can of Coke.

Just as he walked around the corner of the stairs, he saw Song Fengwan standing in front of the sofa with her back facing him while Fu Chen was lying on the sofa with one arm on his forehead. There was an unnatural flush on his face, so he was obviously drunk.

He stepped forward lightly, only to see Song Fengwan bend over and lean toward Fu Chen’s face…

She tilted her head and kissed him on his cheek.

In the blink of an eye, thunder exploded in his head.

Shen Jinye was utterly dumbfounded.

What is this little girl doing?

Kissing Little Uncle secretly? Does she want to die?

Song Fengwan didn’t feel satisfied after kissing him, so she even reached out to poke and touch his slightly hot face before smiling contentedly.

Shen Jinye’s legs went soft, and his fingers holding the handrail of the stairs were trembling.. Oh my god. My brain is lacking oxygen…