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

Fu Chen was about to leave when someone rushed over and blocked the door.

“Are you going back to your room to make a call? I say, Third Fu, that girl is only seventeen years old. Take it easy and don’t go overboard.”

Shi Fang stood at the doorway while glancing at the two men confronting each other.

This man had been spoiled since he was young. He looked clear, straightforward, and unrelated with any affairs. But at this moment, he reached out to block Fu Chen and had a cynical and unruly look on his face.

He was lean, fair, and thin. He was wearing the simplest pajamas and was wrapped in a blanket, but the grace and poise of an aristocratic descendant were evident in him.

Fu Chen tilted his head and looked at him. “Move.”

“Don’t. Talk to me a while more. If you don’t know how to woo girls, I’ll teach you.”

In everyone’s hearts, Fu Chen was abstinent and had no desires, so he had nothing to do with romance.

“We held hands…” Fu Chen lifted his eyelids. “… hugged, and kissed. Are you satisfied?”

Shi Fang coughed dryly. He’s secretly showing off.

The man froze. Fu Chen pushed his hand away and returned to his room.

“Fu Chen, you old beast! You don’t even let a little girl off!” the man shouted from behind.

I wanted to teach you how to flirt, but you’re forcing me to know how lovey-dovey you two are?

This is too much!

I quit! I’m going back into my room to take my medicine!

***

Fu Chen returned to his room and was in no hurry to reply to Song Fengwan. Instead, he took a shower calmly.

Song Fengwan, on the other hand, could no longer sit still. She opened a mock exam paper and only wrote the answer to the first multiple-choice question. From time to time, she would stare at her phone. She didn’t dare to send him too many messages, afraid that he would feel annoyed.

She was already disturbing him a lot by staying here, and now she had also caused a lot of trouble.

After showering, Fu Chen was slowly drying his hair when Shi Fang knocked on the door. “Third Master, there’s an urgent matter that needs you to handle.”

“Leave it.”

Fu Chen’s phone vibrated again. It was another message from Song Fengwan.

[If you’re resting, I won’t disturb you. Good night.]

Shi Fang was speechless. Why hasn’t he replied yet?

“Third Master, Miss Song’s message…” He couldn’t help reminding him.

“I know. You may leave.”

Shi Fang couldn’t understand. He’s been waiting for Song Fengwan’s call for the past few days. Now that she’s taken the initiative to look for him, why is he still ignoring her? What is he doing?

When he closed the door and saw the smile on Fu Chen’s face, he suddenly thought of a possibility.

If he ignores her, Miss Song will keep on thinking about him.

He’s so f*cking scheming.

Once Shi Fang left, Fu Chen made a video call.

Song Fengwan didn’t even notice that it was a video call and subconsciously answered it.

When an enlarged handsome face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, her heart palpitated in shock.

He had just taken a shower and was wearing linen pajamas with a dark gray towel hanging around his neck. The water droplets on his hair trickled down the side of his face and jawline and buried themselves into his collar…

The white light fell on his face. It was flawless, but it made him look more mortal-like.

The room was warm, and the humidifier on one side of the room had mist wafting out from it. Under the complement of the mist, he looked a little unreal.

“You’ve been sending me messages. Is there an emergency?” Fu Chen wiped his hair with the towel. “I just saw them after I finished showering.”

At this moment, Song Fengwan clearly saw a drop of water slide down his forehead and onto his neck…

But it felt as though a drop of hot oil splattered on her heart. It was hot yet also pleasantly sweet.

Her ears turned slightly red as she looked away slightly. See no evil.

“Song Fengwan.” Fu Chen suddenly called her name.

“Huh?”

“Are you busy with something?”

“No.”

“If you’re not busy, why aren’t you looking at me?”

“I’m not… I just wanted to talk to you about what happened during the day.” Song Fengwan adjusted the camera lens and casually brushed her hair aside to divert her attention. She knew that it was impolite not to look at the person on the other end when video calling with someone.

But looking directly at him… She blushed again, her heart pounding.

“Qian Jiang told me what happened. How are you?”

“I’m fine.”

“How were your exams?” Fu Chen changed the topic.

“Not bad. The Beijing Second High School’s exams are so difficult. I really didn’t know how to answer some of the questions.” Song Fengwan looked depressed when she mentioned this. But she had only mentioned this to Fu Chen once. He actually remembers I had exams?

“Do you need a tutor?”

“No need. It’s too troublesome. The art exam is soon, so I don’t have time either.”

…

The two of them chatted quite amicably.

… until someone knocked on Fu Chen’s door.

“Third Fu, open the door. Hurry!”

“Hold on. I’ll go open the door.” If it was any other time, Fu Chen wouldn’t have bothered with him. He didn’t want to end the video call now, so he could only open the door.

The moment the door opened, a certain person dashed in. “I left my medicine here.”

He took the things on the table and walked out without any delay.

From the corner of his eye, he saw that Fu Chen’s phone was on. Before he left, he patted Fu Chen’s shoulder. “Control yourself.”

Fu Chen frowned, pushed him out, and instantly closed the door.

The man’s figure flashed past the camera. Song Fengwan could only vaguely see that he was very handsome. And what she mainly saw was that…

His skin was especially fair.

“That’s my friend,” Fu Chen explained while sitting back in front of the camera.

“He’s so fair and good-looking,” Song Fengwan exclaimed. He was so fair that he seemed to glow.

Good-looking? A certain someone was unhappy.

“Yes, he’s very troubled by this. He said he wasn’t masculine. Last year, he spent a summer at the southern seaside to sunbathe and came back tan. But after half a month, he went back to being fair.” Fu Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at the person on the screen without blinking.

“There are people who are vexed about being fair?” Most women hoped that they could be as fair as possible.

Fu Chen was expressionless. “His body was tan, but when he came back, he found that his butt was still fair.”

“Pfft—” An image appeared in Song Fengwan’s mind, and she burst out laughing.

When a certain someone returned to his room, he sneezed several times in a row.

He rubbed his nose. “Is my condition worsening again? I’ll take a few more pills today.”

He had no idea that his image in Song Fengwan’s heart was utterly ruined.