At the ski resort…

The two of them changed clothes and went back to their room. Song Fengwan was so exhausted that she didn't have any strength left. Her arms were sore, and it was difficult for her to even lift them.

"Go take a quick shower before we go downstairs to eat." Fu Chen only watched from the side, so he didn't sweat at all. Naturally, there was no need for him to shower. He went back to his room to change his clothes and then came out to boil water and make tea.

Song Fengwan nodded. After returning to her room, she took off her shoes and lay on the bed with her limbs spread out. Only then did her body feel more comfortable.

She took her phone and was about to browse Weibo for a bit when she saw the few missed calls from Qiao Aiyun. She immediately called back to her.

The call connected very quickly. "Hey, Mom—"

"What are you busy with? You didn't answer your phone."

"Didn't I tell you that I came out to play?" Song Fengwan turned around and lay on her stomach on the bed.

"Third Master brought you out? How many people are there? Where did you go?" Qiao Aiyun had gone to see the lawyer early in the morning. She had been busy the entire day before she finally had time to call Song Fengwan.

"The ski resort in the suburbs of the capital. There are a lot of people with us." Song Fengwan smiled awkwardly. She kept feeling that it was a little strange for her to come out alone with Fu Chen, so she casually told a lie.

"That's good. You have to be careful when you ski."

"I know. How's everything going on over on your side?"

"With your Uncle Yan's help, everything is going smoothly." Qiao Aiyun naturally picked the good things to talk about, and the two of them chatted for a while more before hanging up.

In fact, Qiao Aiyun had just returned from seeing the lawyer. Song Jingren refused to talk with her lawyer with the reason that he was recuperating. He was totally resisting passively.

He said directly, "If you want to talk about the divorce, fine. Let Qiao Aiyun see me herself. Let's talk face-to-face."

Qiao Aiyun felt disgusted just looking at him now, so she didn't want to meet him at all.

Her relationship with Yan Wangchuan was slightly complicated. This time, it was to settle the divorce matters. If it wasn't that she had no choice, she actually didn't want to trouble him.

In fact, after Yan Wangchuan had come to the Qiao family house in the past, he actually hadn't interacted much with her. Sometimes, she even felt that Yan Wangchuan hated her slightly.

Usually, when they met each other, they would leave quickly, not even looking each other in the eye.

At the time, Qiao Aiyun was still thinking. "It's just that your family has some money. Why are you putting on airs when you're staying at our house?"

He always spoke coldly and would pull a long face at any time. When they were alone, they didn't even speak for more than three sentences.

One time, when he went out to buy materials, she went along to play. At the time, the landforms and terrain were unlike what they were now. With the plank roads and mountain roads, they basically had to climb by themselves.

She almost had an accident. She was young at the time, so she was immediately frightened out of her wits.

Yan Wangchuan saved her and even got angry at her.

And he directly scolded her until she cried.

It was the first time she was reprimanded by someone, so she cried all the way and even vowed to cut ties with him in her heart. Now that she thought about it, it was ridiculously childish.

At the time, she was young and only felt that this person's temper was strange and irritable, and she wished that she could stay far away from him.

Later on, her father suggested that she marry him. He said that Yan Wangchuan was down-to-earth and dutiful, but she didn't think much of it. She even felt that based on his temper, if she married him, he would domestically abuse her once they disagreed on anything.

Back then, Song Jingren had been wooing her very closely, and it was the first awakening of love for her. Which young lady didn't like romantic things? Now that she thought about it, she was indeed too shallow and superficial.

***

On another side…

Song Fengwan took a bath for half an hour, changed her clothes, and went out. Fu Chen was sitting on a chair near the window and holding a cup of tea. His back was against the white blizzard outside, making him look increasingly ethereal and ascetic.

"Third Master, I'm done. Let's go eat."

Fu Chen glanced at her. His eyes were slightly gloomy.

She was wearing a long black sweater dress that reached her calves, revealing a small part of her tender calves. The heating in the room was more than 20 degrees, so it naturally wasn't cold. It was just that…

He felt uncomfortable seeing this.

"There are fine dining, buffet, and hot pot restaurants downstairs. What do you want to eat?" Fu Chen put down his cup and stood up. His gaze swept across her legs and was a little sharp.

Song Fengwan tugged at her clothes. I'm wearing a high collar and long sleeves, and my thighs are covered. Is there anything wrong with this? Why is he looking at me?

"Maybe the buffet." Song Fengwan didn't know what he liked. Anyway, he can go get whatever he wants to eat at a buffet.

When the two of them arrived at the buffet restaurant, there were already quite a lot of people sitting inside. While the waiter brought the two of them in, many people looked at them along the way.

She had never been with Fu Chen in such a crowded place before, so she didn't realize that his height surprisingly stood out in the crowd.

"Slow down." The restaurant was crowded, and everyone was walking back and forth to get food, so they would inevitably bump into each other. Fu Chen reached out his hand to protect her arm from time to time, looking exceptionally careful.

Just as they sat down, two boys ran over. "Song Fengwan, it's really you."

Song Fengwan looked up. It was actually her classmates from Beijing Second High School. These people were usually arrogant and never talked to her, yet now they actually took the initiative to come over and greet her.

"You haven't been to school for a few days. I heard that you're sick?"

"I'm alright. I'll be back on Monday." Song Fengwan wasn't familiar with them, so her words were inevitably stiff and awkward.

"Is he your brother?" Fu Chen rarely showed his face in public, so even the parents of these children might not have seen him, let alone young boys still in school.

"No, he's my uncle," Song Fengwan explained slightly.

"Hello, uncle." The two boys greeted him. "Are you going to go skiing tomorrow? Do you want to join us?"

"I'll see." Song Fengwan watched as Fu Chen's face gradually darkened, and her voice became much softer.

"Then we'll get going first. Bye, uncle."

Before they left, they didn't forget to stab another knife into Fu Chen's heart.

These people indeed looked down on Song Fengwan. It was just the Cheng family had lost, and they heard that the two elders of the Fu family doted on her a lot. So even if they couldn't build a good relationship with her, they couldn't make things too stiff with her. Thus, they took the initiative to greet her.

Song Fengwan saw that his expression didn't look good and carefully considered her words before saying, "Third Master, I'm going to get some food. What do you want to eat?"

"You can go first. I'll get some food myself later."

Then Song Fengwan watched as Fu Chen returned with a few bottles of alcohol.

Doesn't Third Master not drink? What happened? Or was he provoked by something?

Later on, Song Fengwan found out that there was a phrase called 'using alcohol to carry out an act'.