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

  Chapter 204 Shy Senior Brother Yan, Song Bankruptcy

   "I'm in good health, I can still live."

When Yan Wangchuan said this, Qiao Aiyun was stunned and at a loss, the seat belt bounced back instantly and collapsed back to her original position.

  The atmosphere in the car instantly stagnated and embarrassed.

  She couldn't hold back her facial nerves, and she twitched violently.

  The roots of the ears are a little hot, what the **** is this person talking nonsense, did you ask him this?

  And so bluntly?

  Rao is an old age, and Qiao Aiyun is still blushing and panicking.

  Yan Wangchuan suddenly bullied her. She was so frightened that her back was close to the seat, and she did not dare to move. He stretched out his long arms, grabbed her seat belt diagonally behind her, and leaned over half of his body.

  However, he has always been a decent person. Even at such a close distance, he is still politely alienated and maintains the proper demeanor. Apart from the friction of his clothes, he has never overstepped.

   Pulled the seat belt and fastened her.

  "Do you not want children?" He looked attentively and asked extremely seriously.

   "I haven't considered this level yet." Qiao Aiyun told the truth.

  Too many things happened some time ago. Now she just wants to take good care of Song Fengwan. This period of high school is too important. Although she is also considering her relationship with Yan Wangchuan, the child has never thought about it.

   Yan Wangchuan nodded, returned to his seat, and drove straight to Qiao’s house.

  Qiao Aiyun glanced at him, her face was cold, her face was paralyzed, her mouth was tight, her body was tight, her fingers on the steering wheel were tightened slowly, and the veins on the back of her hand violently violently.

   is obviously angry.

  "Brother?" She called him tentatively.

   "Yeah." The expression was scarce, and he replied faintly.

"Angry?"

   "No." In his tone, even though he was as indifferent as usual, Qiao Aiyun heard a little grievance.

   is clearly angry.

  Can this person stop being so bored, still holding back his anger?

  "Brother, the relationship between the two of us is still uncertain..." She wanted to tell him what she was thinking in her heart. She dared to open the chattering box, but was blocked by someone.

  "Are you going to regret your marriage again?" Yan Wangchuan looked serious, his eyes shot sharply, as sharp as a falcon.

  Qiao Aiyun breathed, and then he said another sentence.

   "You want to abandon me again."

  She can't laugh or cry, what do you want again? It made her seem to be a woman of low sentimentality, and this tone was inexplicable with grievances and accusations.

  "Brother, in fact, we feel that the relationship between the two of us is not yet stable, and it is too early to talk about giving birth."

  Qiao Aiyun's tone is calm, and she wants to communicate with him.

  "And at my age, I don’t want to be able to give birth? Older parturients, do you know how dangerous it is to have a baby? It might really happen..."

   Yan Wangchuan slammed the brakes, the car almost pressed against the road teeth, making a harsh brake sound, and stopped steadily.

   "The college entrance examination is still half a year later. For other things, I really don't have the mind. Even if I want a child, I have to think about it long-term, don't you think?"

  The other party does not speak.

  Qiao Aiyun sighed.

Yan Wangchuan put one hand on the handbrake, and suddenly felt a warm hand slowly covering the back of his hand, soft and warm, as if still carrying a peculiar fragrance, slowly clenching his hand," Brother, am I right."

  His body is tight, and he can't recover from it.

she was……

   Holding his hand?

  Qiao Aiyun saw that he was still tensed, thinking he was still angry, sighed, and awkwardly retracted his hand, but someone moved faster and shook her hand.

   "What you said is correct." Yan Wangchuan stared at the hands held by the two people together, breathing a bit heavy, and feeling out of breath.

  He has a broad back of his hand and a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips, but it is extremely hot, and his palms are all sweaty, but he grabs her and refuses to let go.

  Qiao Aiyun struggled twice to no avail, so she could only let him hold her, her face was a bit burnt, and her heartbeat was a bit fast.

  "Brother? Let's drive."

   Yan Wangchuan reluctantly let go of his hand and continued to drive, Qiao Aiyun glanced at him.

  Someone who has always had a scarce expression and taciturn has red ears, which is extremely inconsistent with his indifferent face.

  Shy?

  Qiao Aiyun burst out laughing, Yan Wangchuan only felt that the roots of her ears were hotter.

  **

  When the car was about to arrive at the villa area, a large number of reporters gathered outside, and the community security guards at the door, trying to leave space for vehicles to pass.

  Qiao Aiyun sat up straight and looked outside, "What's the matter?"

   Yan Wangchuan pursed his lips. Although his car had a local license plate, the reporters had never seen it before. He thought it was ordinary residents in the community and didn't care, but let the car pass slowly.

  When the two returned home, Qiao Wangbei immediately greeted them.

  "Have you met a reporter?"

   "There are many reporters outside the community." Qiao Aiyun stood at the entrance, bending over to take off her shoes, "What happened?"

  "The bank announced that it would go bankrupt and liquidate the Song family." Qiao Wangbei raised his eyebrows.

  Qiao Aiyun's fingers froze slightly. This company grew from a small studio to a leading enterprise in Yuncheng. Qiao Aiyun witnessed the collapse of the building. In just a few days, how could it not be embarrassing.

  When she walked into the living room, the local station of Yuncheng was broadcasting the situation of Song family.

  A large number of reporters set up machines and blocked them at the door of the company. There were many debt collectors holding black and white banners with the words "Song Jingren, pay back my hard-earned money". A large number of people gathered at the door of the company to collect debts.

"Looking at the news, the Song family owed a lot of money, the bank loan was not repaid, and the previous partners, who were small businesses, did things, but the balance was not settled, and the Song family fell, and these people also had money. Know how to float." Qiao Wangbei was speechless.

  Qiao Aiyun glanced at the TV, "I owe a lot of money?"

“All the consignees of the Song family concentrated on backwaters. They couldn’t receive the payment, so naturally they didn’t have the money to pay the supplier. The bank loan could not be repaid. The vicious circle, the gap was too big to stop.” Yan Wangchuan explained, “Now even it is usury. , No one dared to lend him money."

  "He is self-inflicted and deserves it!" Qiao Wangbei snorted coldly, raised his hand and picked up the remote control to turn off the TV.

   "What about others?" Qiao Aiyun asked.

"You must have found a place to hide. Now how many people in the city are looking for him, as long as he shows up, those suppliers will definitely cheat him up, and he will definitely not dare to show up." Joe Wangbei's tone was disdainful.

   "This person was not found, so the reporter just came here to block up. I'm afraid I want to ask you about the situation. Don't go out recently."

   "At night I will go to the studio to pick up the night, lest she be affected."

  Qiao Aiyun nodded, "Where are you pregnant?"

"I'm going to bed."

  Qiao Wangbei had a headache when he thought of this little monk. He didn't know how to coax the child at all. He told him in a good voice, stop crying, this little guy cried even more cruelly.

  If this were his own son, he would have started it a long time ago, and if he was tired from crying, he would go back to the house and sleep.

  "Then I'll go and help him pack things." Qiao Aiyun said and walked upstairs.

  Song's bankruptcy, Song Jingren's situation, it is conceivable that he has nothing and has to bear a large amount of debt, which is unavoidable to be embarrassing.

  **

  Jiang Fengya also saw the news of Song’s impending bankruptcy from the Internet, and hurried to the house where Song Jingren was currently renting.

  As soon as she opened the door, the smell of alcohol and the pungent and choking smell of cigarette smoke made her unable to hold back a cough, and the smoke filled her before she could see the man sitting on the sofa.

  The TV is broadcasting news about the Song family. Various documents, shredded newspapers, wine bottles of various colors are scattered on the ground, the ashtray on the coffee table is full of cigarette butts, and the whole house cannot be moved.

   Jiang Fengya fumbled for a long time before turning on the light, "Dad--"

  Where the light reaches, it is a mess.

  Song Jingren looked at her with difficulty raising his eyelids, "Are you here?"

  Jiang Fengya walked towards him, tidying up the trash on the ground one by one, "Even if the company is gone, as long as you work hard, everything will be there."

   "Heh—" Song Jingren drank a lot of alcohol, and his fingers shook slightly while holding the cigarette butt, and he sent the cigarette **** to his mouth, "How easy is it."

   "The company is in liquidation, and there are still many things. The bank auctions it. It shouldn't be a problem to pay off the debt. There is definitely a chance to start all over again."

  Jiang Fengya has known for a long time that the Song family still has a lot of machines, including the Song family building, bank auctions, paying off debts, and there may be a lot of money left.

   Even if there are only a few hundred thousand, it is not a small amount of money for her.

  The bursary is lost, Fu Yuxiu is about to go abroad, Song Jingren may still get some money back.

   "...Unexpectedly, the last person who stayed with me was you." Song Jingren smiled bitterly and took a puff of smoke.

   "Those people also said that you are just coveting my money and wanting to climb Gao Zhi'er. It's all shit. You are my own daughter, unlike Song Fengwan's dead girl, something with no conscience!"

Jiang Fengya's expression was a bit unnatural, but Song Jingren was so immersed in her emotions that she never noticed her anomaly for a moment.

   "For so many years, I really love her for nothing. Now that I dare to call someone else's father, I think she will change her surname soon. I know that Qiao Aiyun has a special relationship with that man!"

   "I still keep saying that the two of my hands are innocent, I'm afraid I would have rolled into bed with my back, bitch!"

  Song Jingren gets more and more angry as he thinks about it.

  "Didn't Auntie and that Mr. Yan meet each other very early? If they are not emotional, how could they be married." Jiang Fengya whispered.

   "Yeah, no feelings, what kind of relationship the two sides have decided, a dog and a man, and they slandered me at the press conference and poured dirty water on me. I think they are afraid that they have hooked up long ago and they are not clean."

  Song Jingren just thinks of how they eat at noon, and suddenly becomes angry.

   "My sister has a good relationship with him, but it's normal. Isn't he very rich? It must be good to her."

When Song Jingren heard this, he raised his hand and knocked over several beer bottles on the table. "I think that dead girl's eight achievements are not my kind. If it's not his daughter, why should the Yan family treat her well!"

  He felt even more embarrassed when he thought that he might have helped others raise a daughter for more than ten years.

  The self-esteem of a man seems to be trampled underfoot and crushed.

  The fear of being dominated by Yan Wangchuan came from the bottom of my heart again.

   Jiang Fengya bit her lip, "Dad, don't be angry, you are all divorced, it's useless to entangle this now."

   "Damn, they must have set a trap a long time ago and let me jump down. The company shares are so valuable that they don't even want it. They clearly counted me from the beginning."

  Song Jingren recalled the past at this moment. Qiao Wangbei was so decisive and didn't want valuables. He wanted a house and shop, and wanted to divorce and cut off ties with him.

  Thinking about it carefully, it is clear that there was a premeditated plan.

  The more I think about it, the more I get angry, I want to rush to their house and kill them all.

  Song Jingren thought, and walked directly outside the door. He was going to find the pair of **** to settle accounts.

  As soon as he opened the door, he saw a middle-aged man he didn't know, his eyes met, and Song Jingren frowned, "Who are you?"

  Jiang Zhiqiang smiled, "Oh, I found you..."

  When Jiang Fengya heard his voice, her body was awkward, and her heart was terrified. Why did he come again?

  **

  Fu's House in Yuncheng

  The butler is instructing the servant, is packing things, and going abroad in three days, time is too tight.

  Sun Qionghua went out to buy gifts, and later went to Qiao’s house to make amends, so he could not go empty-handed.

  Fu Shen was in his room, looking down at the Buddhist scriptures.

   Qianjiang knocked on the door, "San Ye."

"what's happenin?"

   "There is a situation."

   "Huh?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

   "Jiang Fengya, the adoptive father, found Song Jingren, fearing something might happen."

  Fu Shen lifted his eyelids and glanced at Qian Jiang, "Keep on there, tell Yan Wangchuan, let him pay attention, Song Jingren is desperate now, and I am afraid that he will be forced to do something."

   "Hmm." Qianjiang walked out in response.

  Fu Chen lowered his head and stroked the title page of the Buddhist scriptures, always feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

  Father scum will be dying to struggle once...

  I am afraid that I will be tortured to death.

  (End of this chapter)