At the ski resortâ¦
The two of them changed clothes and went back to their room. Song Fengwan was so exhausted that she didnât have any strength left. Her arms were sore, and it was difficult for her to even lift them.
âGo take a quick shower before we go downstairs to eat.â Fu Chen only watched from the side, so he didnât 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. âHey, Momââ
âWhat are you busy with? You didnât answer your phone.â
âDidnât I tell you that I came out to play?â Song Fengwan turned around and lay on her stomach on the bed.
âThird Master brought you out? How many people are there? Where did you go?â 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.
âThe ski resort in the suburbs of the capital. There are a lot of people with us.â 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.
âThatâs good. You have to be careful when you ski.â
âI know. Howâs everything going on over on your side?â
âWith your Uncle Yanâs help, everything is going smoothly.â 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, âIf you want to talk about the divorce, fine. Let Qiao Aiyun see me herself. Letâs talk face-to-face.â
Qiao Aiyun felt disgusted just looking at him now, so she didnât 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 wasnât that she had no choice, she actually didnât want to trouble him.
In fact, after Yan Wangchuan had come to the Qiao family house in the past, he actually hadnât 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. âItâs just that your family has some money. Why are you putting on airs when youâre staying at our house?â
He always spoke coldly and would pull a long face at any time. When they were alone, they didnât 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 personâs 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 didnât 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 didnât like romantic things? Now that she thought about it, she was indeed too shallow and superficial.
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On another sideâ¦
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.
âThird Master, Iâm done. Letâs go eat.â
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 wasnât cold. It was just thatâ¦
He felt uncomfortable seeing this.
âThere are fine dining, buffet, and hot pot restaurants downstairs. What do you want to eat?â 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.?Iâm wearing a high collar and long sleeves, and my thighs are covered. Is there anything wrong with this? Why is he looking at me?
âMaybe the buffet.â Song Fengwan didnât 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 didnât realize that his height surprisingly stood out in the crowd.
âSlow down.â 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. âSong Fengwan, itâs really you.â
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.
âYou havenât been to school for a few days. I heard that youâre sick?â
âIâm alright. Iâll be back on Monday.â Song Fengwan wasnât familiar with them, so her words were inevitably stiff and awkward.
âIs he your brother?â 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.
âNo, heâs my uncle,â Song Fengwan explained slightly.
âHello, uncle.â The two boys greeted him. âAre you going to go skiing tomorrow? Do you want to join us?â
âIâll see.â Song Fengwan watched as Fu Chenâs face gradually darkened, and her voice became much softer.
âThen weâll get going first. Bye, uncle.â
Before they left, they didnât forget to stab another knife into Fu Chenâs 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 couldnât build a good relationship with her, they couldnât make things too stiff with her. Thus, they took the initiative to greet her.
Song Fengwan saw that his expression didnât look good and carefully considered her words before saying, âThird Master, Iâm going to get some food. What do you want to eat?â
âYou can go first. Iâll get some food myself later.â
Then Song Fengwan watched as Fu Chen returned with a few bottles of alcohol.
Doesnât Third Master not drink? What happened? Or was he provoked by something?
Later on, Song Fengwan found out that there was a phrase called âusing alcohol to carry out an actâ.