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

at Yan Wangchuan and Qiao Aiyun had obtained their marriage certificate, she had specially gone out to buy some gifts for them.
She couldn’t wait to get Fu Chen to send them over, so she delivered the gifts to Yunjin Prime Manor right away.

If she didn’t see Fu Chen, she definitely wouldn’t leave.
He had to make a trip home.

The round trip would only take around 50 minutes.

…

Fu Chen returned to Ninth Mansion and pushed open the door of the private room.
The smell of alcohol rushed into his nose, so strong that it made him frown.

Duan Linbai was reclining on the sofa and hugging the microphone while shouting ‘To Love Even In Death’.
His voice cracked as he sang at a high pitch, and his demonic voice filled his ears.
There were some wine bottles scattered on the ground, and the table was also a mess.

Fu Sinian was sitting at the side calmly.

“Big Nephew, come! Sing with me!” Duan Linbai was about to lean over, and Fu Sinian wished he could kick him away.

“What happened? Where’s Wanwan?” Fu Chen frowned. I was only gone for less than an hour, and Linbai is going crazy.

“In the room.”

Fu Chen pushed open the inner door of the private room.
It was pitch black inside, but a strong smell of alcohol assaulted his senses.

“Did she drink alcohol?”

“Linbai kept making her drink,” Fu Sinian said in dead earnestness.

Fu Chen took a deep breath, entered the room, and closed the door.

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Fu Sinian turned his head to look at Duan Linbai.
The latter had kept encouraging Song Fengwan to drink with him, but he didn’t persuade her against it. Anyway, even if this little aunt drinks too much, Third Uncle won’t blame me for it.

Fu Chen wasn’t familiar with this place, so his vision couldn’t adapt to the dark environment for a moment.
He felt around for the light switch on the wall, but he touched Song Fengwan’s hand.
She was obviously drunk to the point of being a little out of it.

Fu Chen took a deep breath.
“Let’s go home.”

He planned to leave with Song Fengwan in his arms.
She had drunk alcohol, so she naturally wouldn’t listen to him.
She twisted her body and struggled free.
“No, I’m not leaving.
I still want to drink…”

“You’re not allowed to drink anymore.”

“You…” Song Fengwan was furious.
He was actually being so fierce.

“If I’m not by your side in the future, don’t drink so much.
Let’s go.
I’ll bring you back…

“Wanwan, don’t make trouble.
Let’s go home.” Fu Chen stroked her back.

“No!”

The two of them kept going around in circles.
To a drunkard, whatever you said was useless.
Fu Chen had a dreadful headache.

He wished he could go out at this moment and kill the person who had made her drink.

***

When the two of them came out, Song Fengwan was leaning on his shoulder, humming a nursery rhyme with her eyes squinting.

From the corner of his eye, Fu Sinian saw Fu Chen’s red and swollen lips.
His lower lip was even bleeding from being bitten.
He couldn’t help laughing. In this world, Song Fengwan is probably the only one who dares to bite Third Uncle.

“I’m going back first.”

“You’re not sending Linbai?” Fu Sinian got up.
“His place isn’t along the way for me.”

Fu Chen glanced at the person lying on the sofa.
“Throw him onto the streets.
There should be many people who want to bring him home.”

He piggybacked Song Fengwan downstairs and left through the back door without attracting anyone’s attention.

“Third Brother…” Song Fengwan hugged his neck, her words slurred.

“Mhm?”

“Do you think I’m not demure enough? Girls shouldn’t be like this…”

“What do you mean?”

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“Big Brother Duan said that women can’t spoil men nor take the initiative to send themselves to them.
You have to… *Hic—*leave them hanging and just give them some sweetness occasionally.
I… I came to find you.
Isn’t it too unbecoming?”

“Duan Linbai said that?” Fu Chen sneered. This brat can’t even see now, yet he’s still causing trouble?

“Shh—” Song Fengwan giggled foolishly.
“This is a secret.
You can’t say it.
Shh—”

Fu Chen’s lips twitched.

Just now, he should have taken that brat out and tied him behind his car to parade him through the streets and let those fangirls who kept shouting online that they wanted to marry him see how stupid Duan Linbai looked when he was drunk.

***

Yuncheng, Qiao residence…

Qiao Aiyun had just called Old Madam Yan.
The two of them had gotten their marriage certificate, but they hadn’t discussed the so-called betrothal gifts and dowry.
Because of this matter, Old Madam Yan had given Yan Wangchuan a tongue-lashing.

She transferred a villa worth tens of millions that the Yan family owned in Nanjiang to Qiao Aiyun’s name.
She even saved a sum of money in Song Fengwan’s name and said that she would leave it for her to use when she got married.

Naturally, she couldn’t accept it.
Old Madam Yan said directly, “Whether you want it or not is one thing.
Whether our Yan family gives it to you is another matter.
When your older brother comes over, we’ll discuss the betrothal gifts and what-not properly.”

After she hung up, it was as if there was a warm current passing through her heart, and she felt warm from head to toe.

“What did my mom say?” Yan Wangchuan came out of the shower.

“She wants to give me a house.
I really don’t need it.” After divorcing Song Jingren, she had gotten all the real estate.

“Just take what she gave you.
My mom is quite rich.”

Qiao Aiyun was speechless. How can he exploit his own mother like this?

“I wonder what Wanwan is doing outside.
She didn’t even answer my calls.
It’s too much of an intrusion to stay at someone else’s house for two days.
I feel so embarrassed.”

Yan Wangchuan wiped his hair with a towel.
“Wanwan said she went to a friend’s house?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think she really went to a friend’s house?”

“Of course.
I know my daughter.
She wouldn’t lie to me.” Qiao Aiyun was still very confident about this.

Yan Wangchuan suddenly felt a headache coming on.