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

Song Fengwan had to attend evening self-study. She called Fu Chen and hurried back to her dorm room.

Hu Xinyue was drying clothes. “Wanwan, I helped you hand wash your military training clothes. They’ll dry overnight.”

At the start of the class meeting, they had heard from the senior that if they didn’t wash their clothes, the color of the clothes would fade. The two of them had already planned to wash their clothes. Now that the weather was hot, the clothes would dry after a bit of air drying.

After eating with Qiao Xiyan, she had been so focused on chatting with Fu Chen that she forgot about this matter.

“Thank you.” Song Fengwan was quite embarrassed by her enthusiasm. The quality of the military training clothes wasn’t good, so it was difficult to knead them.

“You’re welcome. Your cousin treated me to dinner last time.” Hu Xinyue had always wanted to invite Song Fengwan back, but she refused to accept it. “I sent you a message, but you never replied to me, so I washed them for first.”

“I was on the phone and didn’t notice.” Song Fengwan looked around the dorm room. “Where are they?”

“They went to attend the selection for the Welcome Gala. Do you want to go? It’s in the Southern Park Auditorium at seven.”

“I’m not going.” Song Fengwan didn’t like to be in the limelight in the first place. Besides, academic performance was the most important criterion for getting the scholarship.

“I heard that if you get chosen, you have to go through military training during the day and rehearse at night. You’d be so tired.” Hu Xinyue was speechless.

Hearing her complaint, Song Fengwan just smiled and didn’t say anything.

***

Compared to high school, the evening self-study in university was naturally more casual. Moreover, it was the first time everyone was meeting, so when the counselor left, they were already whispering to each other.

“Do you know Wu Yuxin from Class 4? I heard that she’s the only first-year chosen for the Welcome Gala. She’s so impressive.”

“Isn’t Class 4 art design? I know there’s a pretty girl in this class.”

“That’s her. The school forum is exploding now. They’re all videos of her dancing.”

…

Song Fengwan opened the school forum. At the top was a video of Wu Yuxin participating in the selection. There were already more than three thousand comments.

Beijing University was a school that specialized in engineering, so there were many boys here. Soon, another post titled [The New School Belle of the Art School] was upvoted to the front. She became a celebrity in the school overnight.

Song Fengwan browsed through some messages. They were all referring to her as a goddess.

Thinking of how Qiao Xiyan had said that her face was crooked, she couldn’t help laughing out loud. These words are too ruthless.

***

When it was almost time for evening self-study to end, Song Fengwan received a message from Fu Chen, saying that his car was parked at the south side of Yuhe Tower.

After class, Hu Xinyue went back alone while Song Fengwan ran to find Fu Chen’s car. He had always been driving a black car, so it wasn’t very eye-catching. But his impressive license plate was exceptionally eye-catching.

His car was parked in an empty area, and very few students passed by here at this hour.

It was an unbearably hot September day.

She just ran a few steps and was already covered in sweat. When she opened the car door, cold air hit her, and she quickly got in.

“Why were you running?” Fu Chen smiled. Just as he reached out to wipe her sweat, he turned to look at Shi Fang.

“I’ll get out immediately.” Shi Fang smiled bitterly and hurried out of the car.

Song Fengwan felt hot and was about to adjust an air vent in the car when Fu Chen held her hand. “Don’t blow cold wind at yourself. You’ll catch a cold easily. It won’t be hot in a bit.”

“Okay.” Song Fengwan wiped the sweat off her forehead. Her body was slender, and because she was slightly sweaty, her clothes were sticking to her body.

The curves of her body were faintly discernible. As she adjusted her breathing, her chest rose and fell. Fu Chen looked away, his throat dry and hot.

Ah-choo! Song Fengwan really sneezed. “Don’t tell me I really caught a cold.”

Fu Chen turned his head and suddenly leaned over.

Song Fengwan retreated.

The heat he exhaled made her shiver. “You might really catch a cold.”

“It’s alright.”

Fu Chen leaned over and restrained her in a narrow space. The light was too dim, so Song Fengwan couldn’t see his expression clearly and only felt a tall figure enveloping her. The scene was inexplicably ambiguous.

“If you really catch a cold, I’ll accompany you together.” His voice was low and lazy.

He reached out to tuck her stray hair behind her ear. His hand seemed to be burning.

There was plenty of cold air in the car, but she felt a burning sensation where he brushed her, spreading all the way to her heart.

At this moment, how could she still remember Qiao Xiyan’s reminders to her before he left? She reached out to hug his waist. “Third Brother, I’m going to military training tomorrow. I might not be able to see you for half a month.”

Beijing University’s military training was to take students to a special, enclosed base for fifteen days.

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes and lowered his head to kiss her.

He first lingered on her lips and rubbed them. Her breathing was very hot. When he pushed her lips away, he could taste the sweetness in her mouth.

“Did you eat candy?”

“A classmate gave it to me.” Song Fengwan panted lightly.

“Sweet.” Fu Chen chuckled softly.

Fu Chen smiled and hooked his lips and tongue around hers. His fingers pressed against her waist, and his entire body pressed against hers. In the narrow space, their bodies were practically sticking to each other.

Especially when she felt his body tense up, it felt as though there was a thin burning current.

When she moved her body slightly, a certain someone pressed down even harder. He deliberately pinched her waist, making her body go soft and weak.

It wasn’t the first time the two of them had kissed. Slowly, Song Fengwan kissed him back.

Shi Fang was squatting on the lawn beside the car. He had his head lowered and was tugging at the grass on the ground. How long are these two going to be intimate? I’m sweating from the heat.

F*ck…

There are so many damn mosquitoes here. They made me get out to feed the mosquitoes.

…

After a long and wet kiss, Fu Chen lowered his head and looked at Song Fengwan.

“Wanwan, don’t believe your cousin’s nonsense. No man is a true gentleman.”

“Uncle Yan doesn’t count either?” Song Fengwan leaned into his embrace and adjusted her breathing.

“When has he ever shown a gentleman’s rationality when it comes to Aunt Yun?”

“That’s true.”

The corner of Song Fengwan’s mouth hurt a little from his nibbling just now, and she subconsciously licked it twice. Then a certain someone’s faint voice came from above her head…

“Wanwan… don’t tempt me like this at night.”

“Huh?” Before Song Fengwan could react, Fu Chen pressed her against the back of the seat…

Fu Chen wanted to send her back to the dormitory but was rejected. School had just started, so it was too eye-catching for Fu Chen to send her back to the dormitory. Moreover, there were many people in the school.

When she went out, the lawn where Shi Fang was standing had almost been completely uprooted by him.

***

When Song Fengwan arrived at the dormitory, she happened to see Wu Yuxin chatting with a boy. The boy was holding a thermos flask, and judging from the color, it was obviously for girls.

No high-powered appliances were allowed in the school’s dormitories, so hot water couldn’t be boiled either. Everyone had to go to the hot water room outside the building to get hot water, which was quite troublesome.

“Wanwan.” Wu Yuxin greeted her. She thanked the boy and then chased after Song Fengwan with the thermos flask in hand. “Didn’t you leave evening self-study long ago? Why are you only back now?”

“I was busy.”

“Has your cousin already gone home?” Wu Yuxin asked casually.

Song Fengwan wasn’t an ordinary student after all. After experiencing so much, she could tell what Wu Yuxin was thinking about Qiao Xiyan.

Even though she had only interacted with Wu Yuxin for half a day, she knew very well that Wu Yuxin could easily deal with all kinds of boys and make them willingly become her spare tires. If such a person pestered her cousin, there would be endless troubles in the future.

“Yes, my cousin-in-law keeps urging him. He has to go home to coax the child,” Song Fengwan lied shamelessly.

“He’s… married?” Wu Yuxin was surprised.

“Yeah.” Song Fengwan wanted to cut off her thoughts completely, lest she harassed her because she was thinking about Qiao Xiyan.

“Your cousin looks very outstanding. There must be a lot of people who like him. It’s normal for him to be married and have a partner.” Wu Yuxin smiled without any sense of incongruency and seemed quite happy.

Who knew how resentful she felt in her heart?

She could tell at a glance that Qiao Xiyan was outstanding, mature, and charming, completely different from the young boys on campus.

“Yeah, they’re especially loving. But after sending me to school for a few days, they couldn’t bear to be apart anymore. I asked him to accompany me for a few more days in the capital, but he refused and bought a plane ticket to hurry back,” Song Fengwan said seriously.

Wu Yuxin didn’t suspect her at all. She just felt that it was a pity.

At this moment, Qiao Xiyan was at the Yan residence, wiping his carving knives with knife oil and carefully maintaining them.

Qiao Aiyun even teased him that he might as well get married to these carving knives in the future. Qiao Xiyan actually said self-righteously, “It’s not bad to spend the rest of my life with them. The carving tools of jade and stone are all different. Their attributes are single, and they’re not complicated like humans.”

“That’s because you haven’t found someone you want to marry yet. When you meet her, you won’t think that way anymore.”

“There might not be such a person.” Qiao Xiyan wasn’t young anymore. He had always been single, and neither was he looking forward to dating and getting married.

When he thought of his parents, his hands paused.

The word ‘love’ was too hurtful.

Little did he know that Song Fengwan, thousands of miles away, had already made the decision on her own to help him get married and even make a child for him.