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â i think itâs a good idea to go fishing. anyway, iâm in the jing family, and with sixth master watching over me, i canât do anything out of line. itâs better than going out to drink and party. â
in the past, fu qinyuan did not focus on his studies and was even addicted to online games. song fengwan was really worried that he would end up like jiang-er and become a nouveau riche. she was quite satisfied with his current state.
âif that kid wants to do something out of line, heâll only do it in secret. he wonât let you see it in the open.â
âmaybe heâs using fishing as an excuse to secretly have some evil ideas.â
âwhat do you think he is?â
fu chen had only mentioned it casually, but song fengwan immediately retorted, â âwhy do you always think so badly of your own son?â
âyouâre not a good person, and you call him a toy?â
fu chenâs head ached. forget it, letâs not talk about this.
it was already late at night, so he went to take a shower. he had thought that they could do something intimate as a married couple in the middle of the night, but the moment he came out, he saw song fengwan sitting on the carpet with design drawings all over the floor. his mouth twitched ...
tonight, his little dream was ruined.
âitâs already so late, and youâre still busy?â fu chen pulled out a towel to dry his hair.
â xiao chi sent me the blueprint a few days ago, but i havenât looked at it. he just called me and urged me to give him a reply in three days. itâs been almost a week. â song fengwan felt guilty when she mentioned this.
although she was not in the head office of the yan corporation in nanjiang, she was the head of the yan corporationâs design department. all design drafts had to be checked and reviewed by her or personally designed by her.
yan chi had become a professional writer!
as soon as the deadline was near, she wished she could be a turtle and hide. once, she even deliberately hung up the phone, but a message popped up a minute later:
[ dear mobile user, you have used an air recharge of 10000 yuan ... ]
he even topped up her site traffic.
then, he sent a text message.
[ sister ran, i know you can see the message. when is the submission? ]
[ i have an immature suggestion. ]
song fengwan furrowed her brows,âsince you think itâs immature, then donât mention it.â
[ how about this? iâll pack my luggage and move into your house. iâll watch you draw the manuscript. ]
she was very cute when she was young, but why was she not obedient at all when she grew up?
âxiao chi, i think youâve changed. you wouldnât have treated your sister like this in the past.â song fengwan mentioned it to him directly.
yan chi only replied to her quietly, â youâve changed too. you used to submit your work in advance. youâre getting lazier and lazier. â
â do you think itâs that easy to come up with a design draft? you need inspiration! â
âare you trying to say that youâve run out of ideas?â
song fengwan choked ...
yan chi didnât inherit yan wangchuanâs cold and reticent personality, but he had inherited the skill of poisoning people with his words. yan wangchuan used to be that kind of person who didnât speak, but if he opened his mouth, he could really choke people to death.
when their company decided on the lead product for this season, each designer would hand in a few design drafts in advance and decide who would be the lead designer after a discussion.
just because song fengwan was the head of the design department, it didnât mean that she would use her drafts. the design drafts and spirit diagrams were all submitted in advance. if you really didnât have any inspiration, you wouldnât even need to submit the drawings. song fengwan was the type who had a lot of inspiration but was too lazy to put it into practice.
in yan chiâs words,âlaziness has terminal cancer, it has to be treated!â
fu chen looked at the design drawings on the floor and felt a little helpless. â xiao chi sent you the document a long time ago. why did you have to wait until now? â she probably didnât need to sleep tonight.
âsometimes i forget when iâm busy.â song fengwan thought about it. he had given them three days, but it wasnât too urgent. he would do it two days later. if he delayed it, he would forget about it.
âwhy didnât that brat come after you?â fu chen saw her holding her chin, looking helpless, and only smiling indulgently.
yan chi had really flown over twice in the night because he was urging her to write her manuscript ...
song fengwan was drawing late into the night when she received a call from a certain someone who told her that he was already at her doorstep. it really scared her to death.
it wasnât that she was afraid of him, but she felt guilty.
in the end, she stayed up all night, while little yan slept soundly the entire night. the next day, he followed fu chen out to take a bath, sweat, and drink some wine before coming back. he was very relaxed.
âi think if i donât give it to him tomorrow, heâll really come.â song fengwan was picking through the design drafts. â this kidâs personality is completely different from his fatherâs. when it comes to work, theyâre exactly the same! heâs equally strong.â
âafter all, they are father and son. itâs hereditary.â
â so why is qin yuan so two-faced? itâs also hereditary. â
fu chen smiled helplessly. when he first met her, she was very respectful to him and would think twice before speaking. since they got married, she had â revealed her true colors â and would occasionally criticize him.
what else could he do other than pamper the wife he had chosen?
he went to the study to get two books and went back to the room to read them silently. he quietly accompanied her until fu huaihua came out of school and went out to pick up her daughter.
after fu huan returned home, he went to greet song fengwan. when he saw the manuscript papers on the floor, he couldnât help but complain, â
âmom, did uncle send you a kill order again? youâre already at this age, canât you just let uncle be less worried?â
who did this girl learn to be so sharp-tongued from?
âhurry up and go to sleep.â
âi still have to do my homework.â
before fu huan went back to his room, he took a look at huaishengâs room. fu yu had stayed in their house for two days, and he had stayed up with her for two nights. he seemed to have lost all his energy and lost weight.
she decided to just leave. however, she was not woken up by the alarm clock every day. instead, she was woken up by the noise of the wooden fish next door ...
even more punctual than an alarm clock!
no one in the fu family was sleeping in, so huaisheng specially asked her what time she would wake up one day.
in order to make him feel that he was hardworking and didnât like to sleep in, fu huan said directly, â âsix o âclock!â
in fact, her alarm clock was set at six o âclock, but she always stayed in bed until six-thirty. now, it was six oâ clock ...
the wooden fish struck on time.
fu huan broke down.
she really wanted fu yu to stay at their house for two days, so that he could stay up all night and rest the next day.
fu huan sighed and dragged his bag into his room. he couldnât stay in bed recently and felt that life was boring. he didnât even have the energy to scroll through weibo and help his favorite celebrities.
fu chen had never expected that huaisheng, the wooden fish, could cure fu huanâs habit of lazing in bed.
huaisheng had consulted everyone in the fu family about their daily schedule in advance when he was doing his morning classes. he was also worried that he would disturb them. fu huan was in this state because of her own actions. she loved to laze in bed, but she still had to pretend to be hardworking.
if huaisheng was fu qinyuan, her brother, fu huan would have rushed into his room and thrown his wooden fish away. she was just familiar with him, but not that close, so she couldnât really say anything. besides, he was very understanding and had asked her in advance, so she could only smile and deal with him every day.
every time fu chen saw her forcing a smile, he would hold it in. he welcomed huaisheng to stay at his house for a few more days.
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fu qinyuanâs side
most of the companyâs matters were handed over. he went to the jing family during the day and came back at night to read and write his thesis. he was so busy that everyone thought he was balancing work and rest.
she didnât know that she was in love and studying.
after a few days of silence, fu qinyuan wondered if he could flirt with her again ...
after all, it was necessary to give him some stimulation.