Chapter 216: Third Master’s Tenderness, Huai Sheng Is Responsible for Keeping Watch

The next day, Fu residence…

After the incident of Sun Rui climbing into Fu Chen’s bed last night, she had been sent home at around three o’clock in the night. Sun Qionghua naturally hadn’t slept all night. She had called her elder brother and told him briefly what had happened.

Before the sun rose, she got up to finish packing. Even until she got onto the plane, her chest was still choked up with frustration, and her breathing was uneven.

She had never felt so aggrieved in her life.

Fu Yuxiu also hadn’t slept all night. He had already known that something had happened to Song Jingren, so he had tried to contact Jiang Fengya. But he hadn’t been able to get through to her. He had asked her classmates, but they hadn’t seen her in days.

In his heart, Jiang Fengya was weak and delicate. She must have been frightened.

The more he couldn’t get in touch with her, the more he couldn’t let her go.

A minute before the plane took off, he was still trying to call her, but no one answered.

Actually, Jiang Fengya was at the airport right now. She watched the mother and son get on the plane with her own eyes. The person accompanying her was the policewoman protecting her.

“He called you. Why didn’t you answer?” The policewoman was wearing casual clothes. She didn’t understand. Jiang Fengya’s mood was unstable recently, and the police were worried about her being alone, so they sent people to watch her in turn.

Jiang Fengya shook her head. “Let’s go back.”

It wasn’t appropriate for her to meet Fu Yuxiu in this current situation. Besides, men…

… were very cheap.

The more they couldn’t get what they wanted, the more they wanted it. She wanted Fu Yuxiu to never be able to forget her. She believed that he would return one day.

When the policewoman saw her red eyes, she thought that she didn’t dare meet him because she was involved in a court case. How could she have expected that she was so scheming?

…

Currently, Qiao residence…

Qiao Aiyun had asked Fu Chen to find time to come over for a meal yesterday. He was free today, so she asked him to come over at noon. She also called Yan Wangchuan over. She went out early in the morning to buy the ingredients.

When she returned, neither of them had arrived yet.

“Didn’t Senior Brother say he would come early?” Qiao Aiyun was doubtful.

“He said he had something to do last minute.” Qiao Wangbei was squatting in front of the French window and tending to a few pots of orchids.

Qiao Aiyun nodded and turned to get busy in the kitchen.

Actually, Yan Wangchuan was currently at the police station.

It was for the same issue with Song Jingren from last time. This was because he had suddenly turned around and accused Yan Wangchuan of beating him up, saying that many of his injuries had been caused by Yan Wangchuan. The police could only call him in for questioning.

The police officer said, “Mr. Yan, that’s the gist of it. Do you have anything to add?”

“I only kicked him once.” Yan Wangchuan was expressionless.

“Just one kick?”

“If I had pummeled him, would he still be alive?”

The police officer coughed twice. The kick had indeed been the heaviest. Song Jingren’s words were a mixture of truth and falsehood, but they had to call Yan Wangchuan over for routine questioning.

“We will properly verify this.”

“Can I see him?” Yan Wangchuan asked.

The police officer was surprised. Yan Wangchuan had already beaten the person up three times. What else did he want to do?

“This is the police station. I won’t do anything to him. I just want to talk to him.”

“Okay, I’ll arrange it.”

…

About ten minutes later, after some paperwork, Yan Wangchuan saw Song Jingren in the police station’s detention room. His limbs were shackled, and he was skin and bones. When he looked at him, his eyes were dejected and full of hatred.

“You want to see me? Heh… Do you want to see how pathetic I look now?” Song Jingren’s voice was hoarse.

“What’s there to see about me? I’m already a prisoner. I can’t win against you anymore. What else do you want?”

Yan Wangchuan looked at him expressionlessly. “There’s something I think you need to know.”

“What?”

“Aiyun and I are getting married soon. Although Wanwan isn’t my biological daughter, I’ll take good care of her too. You should undergo reformation properly.”

Song Jingren’s pupils constricted slightly. I’ve only been sent in for a few days. Aiyun is remarrying? And he’s going to take care of my daughter?

He recalled the scene of them eating that day again. Perhaps before long, Song Fengwan would take his surname, Yan. As a man, he couldn’t stand it.

The few police officers at the side were dumbfounded.

This is…

Is he here to show off and demonstrate his superiority?

He’s going to anger Song Jingren to death.

“I still have to thank you for giving me the opportunity to take care of her,” Yan Wangchuan said very sincerely.

But in Song Jingren’s ears, this was mockery in disguise.

“Yan Wangchuan, f*ck your grandpa…” Song Jingren suddenly charged at him, wanting to hit him. But his feet were shackled, so he couldn’t reach him. He was so furious that his entire body was trembling as he cursed loudly.

When Yan Wangchuan walked out of the police station, the assistant heaved a long sigh of relief. Just now, he had been standing behind Yan Wangchuan. Song Jingren had bared his fangs and brandished his claws like a devil crawling out of hell, wanting to swallow him alive.

“President Yan, although he’s indeed vile to make a false countercharge against you, you shouldn’t have provoked him like that. It’s too scary.”

“I didn’t provoke him. I’m really grateful to him,” Yan Wangchuan said earnestly.

The assistant was speechless.

I don’t believe it.

It was definitely part revenge.

***

On the other side, Fu Chen had already reached the Qiao residence, and he had even brought Huai Sheng along.

Same as always, he brought some gifts. Qiao Wangbei said that he was too polite. But when his gaze landed on the little bald monk, his head hurt. Why is this little debt collector here again?

Fu Chen looked around. He knew that Song Fengwan hadn’t gone to the atelier today, but he didn’t see her.

“Uncle, where’s Big Sister?” Huai Sheng asked on his behalf.

“She’s a little unwell, so she hasn’t gotten out of bed yet.” Qiao Aiyun smiled but didn’t point out anything. But she didn’t look worried. Fu Chen could roughly guess that her period had come.

“Then I’ll go see her,” Huai Sheng said.

“I’ll accompany you,” Fu Chen added.

The two chimed in one after another and walked upstairs together.

When they reached Song Fengwan’s room, Huai Sheng stopped. “Third Uncle, I’ll keep watch for you.”

Fu Chen patted his head. “When we get back, I’ll buy you bubble tea with double the amount of pearls.”

Huai Sheng couldn’t stop smiling. I am doing a good deed and accumulating good karma by helping people work toward marriage. Buddha knows everything and will definitely forgive me.

…

When Fu Chen pushed the door open and entered, Song Fengwan was curled up on the bed. She wasn’t sleeping deeply, so upon hearing the sound, she opened her eyes and looked at him. “Third Brother…”

Her lips were pale, and her eyes were moist. Clearly, she was in great pain.

“Is it that painful?” Fu Chen sat by the bed.

She nodded pitifully, feeling a little dizzy from the pain.

“Did you cover yourself with a hot water bottle?”

Song Fengwan nodded. She didn’t know why her period hurt so much this time around.

“Does it hurt that much?” Fu Chen lowered his voice.

“It hurts…” Song Fengwan didn’t open her eyes, and her voice was soft and weak.

“Wanwan, if it hurts a lot, you might feel better if you bite me.”

Song Fengwan shook her head. Her stomach hurt, but why would she bite someone else?

But she seemed to feel better with Fu Chen by her side.

***

Meanwhile, Yan Wangchuan had already entered the house.

“Fu Chen is already here?” The Fu family’s car was at the door. It was difficult to ignore the impressive Beijing license plate.

“He came with Huai Sheng. Wanwan isn’t feeling very well. The two of them went upstairs to see her. Now that you mention it, they’ve been up there for a while now,” Qiao Aiyun said.

Yan Wangchuan frowned. “I’ll go take a look.”

At this moment, Huai Sheng was crouching at the door and taking out a few pieces of White Rabbit Milk Candy from his pocket. When he popped one in his mouth, it was very sweet.

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