Song Fengwan originally thought that interacting with Fu Chen would be nerve-wracking. But after drawing the sketch, which took the entire night, they actually got along quite well.

No matter how many rumors the outside world had about how eccentric Fu Chen was, he was still a human in the end.

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For the next few nights, when Song Fengwan went to the art studio room at home after school, Fu Chen was basically already there. The two of them seemed to have formed a tacit understanding. One focused on drawing, and the other cooperated seriously.

Other than the sound of the carbon pencil drawing on the paper, the only other sound in the room was Fu Chen flipping the pages of a book. The ambiance was quiet and harmonious.

Suddenly, Fu Chen's phone vibrated. He narrowed his eyes and took out his phone.

It was a message in his group chat.

Someone just sent a red packet in the group chat.

[Fellow single dogs, it's the annual Singles' Day1 once again. I'm here to give you all some dog food.]

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes. It was already past midnight, and it was November 11th.

[I finally have a f*cking signal. Don't sleep anymore. Let's get up and party!]

There was still no response in the group chat.

But a certain someone didn't give up and @ everyone in the group chat.

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes and silently quit the group chat. A certain someone immediately messaged him privately.

[Oh? I didn't expect you not to be asleep yet. Don't you sleep at ten every night? Did you work overtime? Is your company organizing an event this year?]

Nobody knew when Single's Day started to be a battleground for all large businesses.

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes. [No.]

[As if I would believe that. If you're not working overtime, why would you be staying up?]

Fu Chen smiled. [I'm accompanying my wife.]

The man was silent for a long time before making a call directly. Fu Chen looked at Song Fengwan opposite him. "I'll go out and answer a call."

"Okay." Song Fengwan looked at her watch. It was already past midnight. We really worked on this for so long today.

Fu Chen walked out with his phone and answered the call. "Hello."

"F*ck, Third Fu, did you really f*cking kidnap that little girl? She's not even an adult yet. Do you have any shame? You even quit the group chat."

"People not on the same page are unable to work together." Fu Chen sneered.

"Don't talk bullshit."

"You're all single, but I'm not, so we're not on the same page."

The man on the other end was silent for a few seconds. "Damn it. Fu Chen, just you wait. When I come back from the snow mountains, the first thing I'll do is kill you…"

He was still shouting when Fu Chen hung up, making him furious.

Fu Chen is devious and vicious-tongued, full of quirks, and no fun at all. Yet even an old man like him can get a girlfriend?

I'm so good-looking and suave, yet no one likes me?

What kind of world is this?

***

The next day…

Song Fengwan had stayed up late last night to finish drawing Fu Chen's sketch, so she was a little tired the next day during school.

She didn't eat much of her lunch before she prepared to rush to the atelier.

It was already late autumn in Beijing. The cold wind blew, and leaves fell everywhere.

As soon as she walked out of the school gates, she saw a familiar figure and frowned slightly.

This person was standing under a tree at the entrance of the school. She was wearing a white dress and a sweater jacket. Her face was slightly pale, and she looked inexplicably desolate. Judging from her expression, she had already been waiting for a long time.

Song Fengwan turned around and was about to leave from another direction when this person ran over. "Wait!"

Jiang Fengya had been waiting for her. When she saw Song Fengwan come out, there was no reason for her to let Song Fengwan leave. She ran over and blocked her path.

"What do you want?" Song Fengwan naturally didn't have a good expression on her face when talking to Jiang Fengya.

"I want to talk to you."

"There's nothing for us to talk about. I have something to do, and I'm in a hurry," Song Fengwan said while striding forward.

Jiang Fengya grabbed her arm. "I know you hate me, and you don't want to see me, but I really have no other choice other than looking for you. I don't know what to do…"

She was speaking in a sobbing tone and looked very pitiful.

Song Fengwan gritted her teeth and suddenly pulled back her hand. But Jiang Fengya refused to let go and grabbed her clothes again. "I know I shouldn't have looked for you, but I really don't know who else to look for."

School had already long ended, so there were only a few people at the school gates.

As Jiang Fengya spoke, her tears pattered down. The security guards in the guardhouse at the school entrance walked out, wanting to see what was happening.

Jiang Fengya was already weeping like a pear blossom with raindrops on it. She was dressed simply and looked frail. Her shoulders were trembling slightly due to her sobbing. Song Fengwan, standing in front of her, had a cold face from beginning to end. At first glance, it seemed as if Song Fengwan had bullied her.

"What exactly do you want?" Song Fengwan gritted her teeth. "If you continue pestering me like this, I'll call the police!"

"I can't find Yuxiu or contact him. Do you know where he is now? How is he?" Ever since they had parted that night, he hadn't replied to any of Jiang Fengya's text messages or answered any of her calls. She had even waited outside the compound for a few days, but there was no news from him.

She had bet all her chips on Fu Yuxiu, so how could she not be anxious?

Before, she had heard Fu Yuxiu casually mention that Song Fengwan was studying at Beijing Second High School, so she decided to give it a go. After all, apart from Fu Yuxiu, she only knew Song Fengwan in the enormous capital.

"Did you find the wrong person? How would I know where he is?" Song Fengwan's tone was cold. "Your boyfriend is gone, but why are you looking for me?"

"I couldn't contact him after that night. Don't you live in the Fu family house? How can you not know what happened?"

"Even if I know…" Song Fengwan smiled faintly. "… why should I tell you?"

She had actually heard of some things. She heard that after she and Fu Chen left that night, Old Master Fu beat him a few more times and punished him to go to the study to copy the family rules. Later, she heard that he was beaten up until he was hospitalized, and his fever wasn't subsiding. But she had only heard a few words by chance.

People who didn't care naturally wouldn't put it on their minds.

But if the Fu family was bent on preventing them from meeting, Jiang Fengya really wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Jiang Fengya choked, and her face turned even paler.

Song Fengwan suddenly exerted force in her arm, broke free from Jiang Fengya's grip, and left.

Jiang Fengya gritted her teeth. She was certain that Song Fengwan knew the inside story. She stepped forward and grabbed her again.

"Jiang Fengya, don't go overboard!"

…

Not far away, Shi Fang was sitting in the car and yawned. He nudged Qian Jiang. "Old Jiang, haven't you always been very active in your work? Why aren't you moving this time? Hurry up and go over."

Qian Jiang didn't say anything.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry…" Just as Shi Fang was about to move, Qian Jiang grabbed his arm and pointed in a direction.

Shi Fang narrowed his eyes. On the street opposite them, there was also a black sedan parked at the side of the road, and a woman was standing beside the car.

She was wearing a long misty blue coat and a pair of black sunglasses, with her hair tied up neatly. Her gaze was focused on Song Fengwan.

"This person looks a little familiar." Shi Fang frowned.

"Yeah." Qian Jiang nodded.

"Why can't I recall who she is?"

"Mrs. Song, she went to see Old Master before, and Third Master was there too," Qian Jiang said calmly.

Shi Fang's eyelid twitched. Isn't that Song Fengwan's mother?

He hurriedly lowered his head to send Fu Chen a message. [Shit. Your future mother-in-law is here.]

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