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

  Chapter 169 San Ye: Looking for death? Then give him a ride (3 more)

  The next day, Yuncheng Lia Hotel

   Yan Wangchuan just came back from the hotel gym, wearing a thin black sweatshirt, with a light-colored towel around his neck, holding a sports cup, drinking water and walking back.

   Going to the door of the room and seeing Qiao Xiyan, his expression is still cold.

   "Uncle." Qiao Xiyan looked at him all dressed up, and glanced more sideways.

  I still insist on going out for fitness in such a cold day. I really discipline myself.

   "Something?"

  No one talked about what happened yesterday, so he naturally didn't understand it.

  "Preparing to go back to Wu Su, I will say goodbye to you specially."

   "Just make a call or send a message." Yan Wangchuan walked to the door, entered the password, and glanced at him, "Isn't going to leave?"

  Josie Yan was shocked, not even letting him in the door?

  Yan Wangchuan Xu is thinking of something, it is Qiao Aiyun's nephew anyway, "Come in."

   "Thank you, uncle." Josie let out a sigh of relief. Among so many uncles, he is the strangest.

  "Have you had breakfast?" Yan Wangchuan casually pulled the towel around his neck, moving neatly.

  "Not yet, I plan to go find my aunt and eat later."

   "Then I will take you there."

   "I called the car and I am still waiting outside the hotel. Don't bother you." Qiao Xiyan has been frightening him since he was a child, but it is not too scared.

   "I will send you." Yan Wangchuan was tough.

   "Then I will make a call and talk to the driver." Josie Yan sneered and smiled.

  When he was a teenager, he went to Nanjiang and stayed at his house for a few days. When he returned, he would say a few words.

   "When I was a teenager, I was alone with my luggage to find your grandpa to learn art."

   "Boys, can't get used to it, don't be so squeamish, and be independent."

   "I'll give you the money, go to the station by yourself."

  Josie Yan held the money with a dazed look, and took a taxi to the station.

  After returning home, his father called and prepared to scold him. He clashed with each other. He didn’t refute, but he said something before hanging up the phone.

  "You are too spoiled with children."

  His dad is so angry.

  Later, he went to Nanjiang to find Yan’s custom-made jewelry, only to accidentally learn from one of his former assistants:

  On that day, Yan Wangchuan drove after him until he arrived at the station. He also called an acquaintance specially to make people at the station pay more attention to him.

  Watched him get in the car before going back.

  Joy Xiyan seems to be afraid of him, but he is more respectful.

  He is not an unreasonable person. If he hadn’t been so, it would not have been so many years. The two companies still have business dealings.

  At the time of his wandering, Yan Wangchuan had already taken a shower, changed his clothes, and a well-tailored suit, which set him off with wide shoulders and narrow waist, iron gray color, mature and restrained.

  **

   Yan Wangchuan drove him to the door of the unit building in the community.

  On this road, no one spoke. He listened to the radio in the car in the morning, just saying that the cold air was going south recently, so keep warm.

  "Uncle, my dad visits you frequently in the year, you have time to go to Wu Su to play." Qiao Xiyan unfastened the seat belt.

  He was silent.

   "Then I'm leaving now?"

  Josie pointed out, but it was embarrassing that someone was still silent.

  "Uncle, all are here, do you want to go up and sit down?"

   "Yes." After Yan Wangchuan finished speaking, he drove the car directly to the side of the line drawing area, stopped and turned off, and the action was chic and smooth, all in one go, without any hesitation.

  Josie stretched out her hand and touched her nose.

  You dare to wait for yourself to say this.

   is too boring.

  Want to go up and say directly, don’t you have to wait for him to speak?

  **

  Qiao Xiyan called in advance, and Qiao Aiyun knew that he was leaving today. After cooking the porridge, he went downstairs to buy a few drawers of steamed buns and fried a plate of side dishes.

  There was a knock on the door about half past seven...

   "The door is not closed, come in." Qiao Aiyun was placing the tableware, watching Qiao Xiyan come in, smiling at the corner of her mouth, and seeing another person coming in, she was a little surprised.

   "I'm going to say goodbye to my uncle. He just happened to send me over when he had time, so I invited him to sit up and sit down." Qiao Xiyan coughed twice.

   "Well, I can't refuse." Yan Wangchuan gently closed the door.

  Josie Yan almost sprayed.

  It made it as if he was forcibly dragging him upstairs.

   "I haven't eaten yet." After yesterday's events, Qiao Aiyun also understands his temperament, and talks to him more casually, "Sit down and eat together."

   "Trouble." Yan Wangchuan was not at all polite.

  Josie licked the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. He seemed to be pitted.

   "Uncle Yan, my cousin is early." Song Fengwan came out of the room wearing thick pink pajamas.

  She went to the kitchen to help serve the meal, and she looked at Yan Wangchuan more suspiciously.

  I left at 8 or 9 o'clock last night, and I came to report this early.

  The heart of Sima Zhao is well known by everyone.

  Qiao Aiyun was just fortunate that she was afraid that Qiao Xiyan would not have enough to eat, and bought a lot of steamed buns. It would be embarrassing if the breakfast was not enough.

   "Late night, why is your left face a little swollen." Josie sculpted with great eyes.

   "Huh?" Song Fengwan stretched out his hand and touched his face. Song Jingren made a heavy hand yesterday. He went home and rubbed the egg for more than half an hour. The swelling did not disappear until the evening. "Maybe it was a little swelling after drinking water in the middle of the night."

  Qiao Xiyan's temper, if she knew what happened yesterday, the cliff would rush to Song's house and embarrass him. I'm afraid that things will never end. She will take the exam the day after tomorrow, and she doesn't want to make any extravagance before that.

   "Hmm." Jo Xiyan nodded, "Where are you going to report for the school exam?"

   "Currently it is Wu Su's side, and there is also the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts." Song Feng bowed his head and drank porridge in the evening.

  After she said this, she obviously felt the sights of all three people rushing towards her.

  Qiao Aiyun: "Late night, when things are done, you graduate from high school, I plan to take you back to Wu Su to settle down, the capital is too far away."

   Qiao Xiyan: "Yeah, why are you a girl running so far? Wusu's Academy of Fine Arts is not bad."

  Yan Wangchuan: "The capital is crowded with unpredictable hearts. It is the land of tigers and wolves. It is not safe for you to be alone."

  ……

  Song Fengwan bit his lip, "I'm just going for the exam, it's still a matter of whether or not I can pass the exam. Besides, I have not decided to go."

  Why did the three suddenly unite the front?

  The land of tigers and wolves?

  Is that scary?

   "It's okay to try two more for the school exam." Qiao Aiyun smiled, "Let’s eat first, and get ready for the entrance exam."

  Song Feng nodded in response.

  The most she wants to go to is the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts. At this moment, she doesn't plan to mention this, so as not to be attacked by the group, she can prepare for the exam with peace of mind.

  Uncle Yan is also really, usually silent, this time he actually expressed his opinion.

  Aren’t there still three masters in the capital?

  Who else can eat her and fail?

  **

  After breakfast, Song Fengwan was preparing for the exam at home as usual. Qiao Aiyun and Qiao Xiyan were telling him to take care of his brother and make him pay more attention to his body.

  Yan Wangchuan answered the call and left in a hurry.

  As soon as he got downstairs, he saw his assistant, shivering with cold in the cold wind.

   "Mr. Yan, are you down?"

   "Who stabbed the news in the end." Yan Wangchuan's voice was piercing, comparable to a cold wind.

  The little assistant hurriedly raised his hand, "I swear, I have not disclosed any of your whereabouts to the old lady."

   "I know it's not you, let me inquire first."

   "Then now..."

   Yan Wangchuan got in the car and first called his mother. As soon as the phone was connected, the old lady on the other side was very unhappy, "Do you still know to call me?"

   "Mom."

   "If it weren't for people to say, I don't understand that you actually entered the game and fight? Wangchuan, except for the marriage, you never let me worry about it. Can I not worry? I called you and didn't answer."

   "I didn't hear the mute just now."

  "Are you in Yuncheng, because of Mr. Qiao's daughter?"

   Yan Wangchuan made no sound.

   "Back when she wanted to marry, and the engagement was over, you agreed, and when you came back, you almost broke yourself up. I really don’t understand you. For so many years, if you don’t find someone, you just can’t let her go..."

   "This has been dazzling for more than 20 years. She is married and has children. Why are you so reckless!"

   "It was planted in her hands! I shouldn't have allowed you to go to Qiao's home to learn art."

  ……

   "Mom." Yan Wangchuan was stupid and didn't know what to say.

   "Do you want to be with her?"

"Ok."

  "Then you come back first, and tell me what you plan to do." The old lady hung up the phone after she finished speaking.

   Yan Wangchuan stared at the phone for a long time. He is the only son and he is unmarried. He feels ashamed of his mother, and he rarely disobeys her demands.

  "President Yan?" The assistant turned his head and asked.

  "Book a ticket and go back to Nanjiang."

  The assistant nodded and called to book a ticket, "Hello, help me book the two fastest flights from Yuncheng to Nanjiang..."

   "One sheet." Yan Wangchuan reminded.

  The little assistant looked dazed.

   "You stay and stare at her, let me know if something happens."

  The little assistant twisted his neck stiffly. Is he abandoned?

  **

  Nanjiang Yanjia

  Old Mrs. Yan hung up and couldn't help sighing.

   "Old lady, your husband has always done things well, don't worry too much."

   "That was the people and things he didn't care about." Zhizi Mo Ruomu.

  "But the husband is also weird. For so many years, how many girls want to marry Yan's family, and that person has married and had children. Why does he remember her? She is not worthy of our husband.

  After she said this, Mrs. Yan glanced at her, "Daughter of the Qiao family, it's your turn to comment on whether she is worthy? Take care of your mouth."

  The maid paled with fright, "Old lady, I didn’t mean she was not good, I just..."

   "If you can't manage your mouth well, you don't have to work in Yan's house."

"Sorry, I……"

   "Don't hurry down!" An old aunt on the side hurriedly pulled her down.

  The old lady is just a son. If she doesn’t like Qiao Aiyun, she would never want to marry her before. She occasionally chants privately, and she doesn’t dare to pierce Yan Wangchuan’s face for fear of poking his heart. Over time, she will not be mentioned.

  I also don’t know if she hates her a lot, or hates her a lot.

  Or some pity.

Mr.    has a stubborn temper and is still stubborn. If the old lady does not agree, she is afraid that the relationship between the two will change in the future...

   "Huang Mom."

   "Old lady." The old aunt hurried to her.

   "Go find someone to help me ask, who did Mrs. Feng, who talked to me just now, have been in contact with recently?" She went out in the morning and found out from others that her son had entered the police station.

"I see."

   "I haven't received any news. Someone hurriedly stabbed me. This is planning to use my old lady as a gun." Mrs. Yan lowered her head and rubbed the jade bracelet on her hand.

   "You mean, this was intentional by someone with a heart?"

  "It’s always good to guard against something. Our Yan family never makes enemies to the outside world, but they don’t allow others to count my old lady. I am afraid that someone wants to borrow my hand to contain Wangchuan and deal with the girl of the Qiao family..."

   "Then you still call your husband back?" Huang Ma looked puzzled.

  "I need to talk to him in person to decide what to do next?"

  This is not a trivial matter, it is not clear on the phone.

  The old lady is accustomed to wind and rain, and she can see things transparently. If her son is away for two days, Qiao Aiyun will be "unsuccessful". Such a person will not be able to support the overall situation even if she enters the Yan family in the future.

  **

  Qiao Aiyun learned that Yan Wangchuan had left, still after he boarded the plane.

  She sent him a message.

   [Thank you these few days, I still need to pay more attention to the injury of my hand, and have a safe journey. 】

  This is the first time she has sent a message to herself.

   Yan Wangchuan stared at the information and read it several times, until the stewardess urged him to reluctantly turn off the phone.

  **

  A few days later, nothing happened, Song Jingren did not come to trouble, because Song Feng is going to take an exam lately, Qiao Aiyun rarely meets with lawyers recently, and wants to wait for her to take the exam before dealing with the divorce.

  Song Jingren didn't act as a demon either. She still thought, either she had found it in her conscience, or she was afraid of being beaten at the meeting. It would give her peace of mind for a few days.

  The day before the exam, after having lunch, she packed up her things and checked in with Song Feng night in a chain hotel near Yuncheng University.

  When they arrived at the hotel, the lobby of the hotel was almost full of seventeen or eighteen-year-old students, men and women, accompanied by their parents, and they discussed together what will be tested tomorrow.

  The exam is about to take place, and Song Fengwan is also a little nervous. He set up his easel, always feeling a little uneasy.

   "If you don't want to paint, take a break and watch TV. The review was good before, and you have to be confident." Qiao Aiyun cheered her up with a smile.

   "Yeah." Rao is so, and Song Fengwan is also extremely worried.

  As soon as the sky dimmed, Qiao Aiyun took her out for dinner. It was freezing cold, and she returned to the hotel not long after she stayed outside.

   At about eight or nine o’clock, Qiao Aiyun’s mobile phone vibrated. She is the manager of the Jade Store. She usually helps run several shops under Qiao’s family.

   "Manager Cao, something is going on so late?" She had notified him in advance that she was going to accompany her daughter in the exam recently, so she didn't want to look for her in a hurry.

   "Just now we were preparing to close the inventory, and a few people rushed in, not to mention that they bought fakes from us during the day and smashed the counter."

  Qiao Aiyun took the phone and walked out of the room, "Fake? How is this possible?"

  The quality of jade is indeed variable. There are good and bad, but you get what you pay for. If you spend 5,000 yuan, you will never give you 4,000 yuan.

   "We also explained to them, but the other party didn't listen."

  Qiao Aiyun can still vaguely hear the arguing and smashing.

   "Our products are all certified, the ingredients inside are clearly marked, and the shelves are strictly checked, so how can there be fakes."

   "The other party keeps saying that our store is bullying customers, and they didn't listen to persuasion at all. They even smashed the store. The mall security couldn't stop it. I already called the police. You should come and see if you are free."

"I see."

  Qiao Aiyun and Song Fengwan greeted her, let her rest early, and hurried out.

  Song Fengwan looked dazed, it was so late, what happened so panicked?

  **

  Beijing, the capital of Yunjin

  Fu Shen is staring at Huaisheng doing homework at this moment.

  He missed the pre-school education and is now studying the Pinyin alphabet. The writing is crooked and unsightly. Fu Chen glanced at him, "Why can anyone write the Pinyin so ugly."

   "I just learned, it must be unsightly. You have to be patient with children."

  Fu Shen Qinglai, what he lacks most is patience?

   "When the third uncle's family has a child in the future, you will also dislike him for writing ugly?"

   "Well written bad is bad? Can you praise it?" Fu Chen took it for granted.

   Little did she know that Fu Sanye's face was slapped with slaps after this.

   "San Ye, something is wrong." Shi Fang opened the door and beckoned him to go out.

  Fu Shen glanced at Huaisheng, "Continue to write, I'll go out."

  Huasheng pursed her mouth, her fingers were hard, and the pencil lead broke.

  As soon as Fu Shen went out, Shi Fang hurriedly said, "There is something going on in Yuncheng."

"Ok."

   "President Yan went back to Nanjiang two days ago, and he has not yet gone back, and his actions were not small this time, and he was involved in Qiao's jade shop..."

  "Since the Qiao family is involved, I have to inform the Qiao family." Fu Shen smiled lightly.

  "You mean Master Qiao?"

   "Since Mr. Qiao cannot leave the door behind closed doors and the information is blocked, you should find someone to pass the message in. You should know how to do it." Fu Chen hoped that Qiao's family would come forward, but it was not Qiao Xiyan.

  In this matter, someone is more suitable than him.

"I see."

  Fu Shen lowered his head and rubbed the Buddha beads, dark light surging in his eyes.

  If someone rushes to die, he doesn’t mind giving him a ride.

  Doing things, really choose the time.

   No accident, tomorrow will start to abuse the scum father, roar~

  Uncle Qiao’s family will appear soon, some people are looking forward to...

  San Ye will go looking for Wanwan soon, hey, in the future, you dare to say that your child is ugly writing, for fear that you will be beaten to death by Wanwan [face cover]

   [Spoiler: Brother Yan’s mother is not a bad person, don’t guess at this point, it’s just a knot in my heart, everyone should be able to understand this]

  **

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  (End of this chapter)