Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master's Wife-Chasing Strategy

In the ski resort’s buffet restaurant…

Song Fengwan lowered her head and ate while looking up at the person opposite her from time to time.

Fu Chen had already drunk two bottles of beer and a small bottle of baijiu. He had his eyes lowered, and the corners of his eyes were red. He seemed slightly drunk, yet he still looked slightly arrogant and self-restrained.

Actually, even Fu Chen himself felt that he was a little childish. Why am I angry about a few kids? But when I think of her smiling at others, my heart feels very uncomfortable, like it’s been pierced by needles.

He had never thought that he would be so possessive of Song Fengwan. He wished that she would only stare at him.

I’m really beyond redemption.

I probably owed this little girl in my past life.

“Third Master, aren’t you going to eat something?” Song Fengwan asked cautiously. He was fine when he left the room just now. Why did his face change so quickly?

Moreover, he’s not eating anything and just drinking alcohol. This is really harmful to his stomach.

Fu Chen looked at her without saying anything, making Song Fengwan’s heart palpitate even more. Could I have angered him? I don’t think I did anything though?

People always said that a woman’s heart was like a needle in the sea. At this moment, she felt that Third Master Fu’s heart was truly unfathomable. He was still fine just a second ago. What’s going on with him now?

Song Fengwan ate very uneasily throughout the meal. After they finished eating, they left without any delay.

Along the way, Fu Chen didn’t say anything at all, and Song Fengwan didn’t dare to say anything either. The atmosphere became increasingly depressing. When they returned to the suite, the two of them returned to their own rooms without saying anything to each other.

But Fu Chen’s footsteps were a little unsteady, so it was obvious that he was drunk.

The drinks in the buffet restaurant were all provided for free, regardless of the amount. There was naturally some low-quality alcohol, and the alcohol content wasn’t low. Fu Chen had also mixed a few types of alcohol, so it was hard not to get drunk after drinking all of this.

He wasn’t someone who drank alcohol often. After he drank so much so suddenly, his body definitely couldn’t take it.

***

Song Fengwan returned to her room to take a shower. She recalled that Fu Chen’s room didn’t have a bathroom, and he should want to take a shower too. Moreover, he had drunk alcohol, so she didn’t feel at ease, afraid that something would happen to him.

She hesitated in the living room for a long time. The water in the electric kettle was boiling and tumbling, just like her chaotic mood. She poured a cup of hot water and knocked on Fu Chen’s door.

“Third Master, are you asleep?” She lowered her voice for fear of disturbing him.

After knowing him for so long, this was the first time she had seen him drink. He was really a little scary, not saying anything like this.

“What’s the matter?” The voice through the door seemed slightly depressed.

“Erm… I boiled some hot water. Do you want to drink some?” Song Fengwan felt that the cup of water was so hot that it was burning her hand. It was just like her current mood.

“Come in.”

After obtaining his permission, Song Fengwan pushed the door open and entered. The lights in his room weren’t on, and the curtain of the only window was pulled open. He was just standing by the window.

The window was facing the back of the skiing ground. The light reflecting off the snow gave the room a bit of brightness.

But the color of the light was desolate, cold, and lifeless.

The color of the snow landed on Fu Chen’s face, adding coldness and dispiritedness to him. He was fiddling with his prayer bead bracelet with his fingertips while standing sideways with his eyes lowered. Who knew what he was looking at.

His expression was so cold that it was unfathomable.

The surroundings were quiet. Song Fengwan was nervous and felt even more uneasy.

“Third Master, are you feeling unwell?” Song Fengwan asked softly while placing the cup on the table near him.

Fu Chen tilted his head to look at her. His eyes were dark and obscure. When he was against the light, his facial features were almost drowned out, making him look very depressed and lonely.

“I’m fine.” When he spoke, his breath slightly reeked of alcohol, spicy and pungent.

It was the first time she saw Fu Chen like this. Who made him unhappy?

“Did I… make you unhappy?”

After all, he was acting like this all of a sudden. He didn’t meet anyone along the way or answer any calls, so the only possibility was her.

“No.” His voice seemed to come from his chest, and it was so hoarse that it made her feel depressed.

“Then you should rest early…” Song Fengwan rubbed her fingers uneasily.

Fu Chen’s grip on the prayer beads tightened. “Song Fengwan.”

“Huh?”

“Come here.”

Song Fengwan hesitated but still followed his words and walked to him.

“Come closer.” Fu Chen tilted his head to look at her. His voice became increasingly lower, sounding displeased.

Song Fengwan still remembered her cousin’s reminder: “Fu Chen doesn’t like disobedient people. Don’t go against him.”

She was hesitating. But although she was hesitating…

She still took two more steps forward.

She was already standing by the window when Fu Chen suddenly reached out his hand and passed her the prayer bead bracelet. “The tassel is tangled. I can’t undo it.”

The drooping tassel was indeed tangled, just like an inseparable ball of string. Song Fengwan took the prayer bead bracelet with both hands and lowered her head to fiddle with it…

She was nervous. Her fingers tugged at the tassel, but she couldn’t figure out how to untangle it.

“Are you not done yet?” Fu Chen started to rush her.

“Why don’t I turn on the light? I can’t see very clearly…” Song Fengwan turned her head and was about to walk to the side when Fu Chen suddenly grabbed her arm.

Her body stiffened. It felt as though thunder was exploding in her mind, and then there was nothing before her eyes…

Song Fengwan’s fingers tugged at the tassel stiffly. She suddenly exerted force, and this force seemed to want to break the tassel.

Fu Chen…

… kissed me?