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The restaurantâs restroomâ¦
Hu Xinyue never thought that Song Fengwan would be with Fu Chenâ¦
Didnât she call him Uncle?
The two of them are about seven years apart.
âThird Master, what should we do? Should we settle it?â Qian Jiang asked bluntly.
This time, Hu Xinyueâs eyes were really red.?What does this bandit want to do to me? What should I do??
She had already imagined many police and bandit movies she had seen in the past. Her eyes were red from anxiety, but her mouth was tightly sealed, and she couldnât call for help. Her face flushed red.
Are they going to shoot me in the head to silence me or throw me into the sea to feed the sharks?
âShhââ Fu Chen motioned for her to keep quiet.
Hu Xinyue hurriedly nodded.
âLet go.â Fu Chen reached out his hand to help Song Fengwan straighten her clothes and hair. He didnât seem to mind that someone had interrupted them, but Song Fengwan felt increasingly uncomfortable.
As soon as Qian Jiang let go, Hu Xinyueâs legs went weak, and she almost fell to the floor.
âWanwan, go back first. Iâll talk to your roommate.â Fu Chen rubbed her hair.
âYou two talk?â Song Fengwan was a little worried.
âI still have to worry about you. I wonât make things difficult for your friend.â Even if Hu Xinyue didnât find out today, Fu Chen still planned to talk to her.
After all, university was not like high school. It was considered a small society. Since Hu Xinyue was her friend, the two of them might be together for a long time. If anything happened to Song Fengwan, she could inform him in time.
Song Fengwan walked out awkwardly.
âWanwanâ¦â How could Hu Xinyue dare to be alone with Fu Chen? Wouldnât he kill her?
âItâs alright. Third Brother is a good person. If he makes things difficult for you, tell me.â Song Fengwan smiled.
Third Brother? Didnât she call him Third Uncle just now??Hu Xinyue was already dumbfounded.
Song Fengwan didnât leave but stood a few meters away and watched Fu Chen talk to her. In just a few minutes, the two of them walked over.
She didnât know what Fu Chen said to her, but Hu Xinyue was actually willing to help them hide it and agreed to be his spy.
âWhat did he say to you?â Song Fengwan was curious.
âNothing much.â Hu Xinyue smiled foolishly at her.
Actually, what Fu Chen said was very simple. He knew that her parents had transferred her to another school because she had fallen in love at an early age. With this as a breach, he used emotion and reason to convince her. He explained that it wasnât easy for them to fall in love. And at this moment, because of some objective factors, their relationship couldnât be exposed yet.
Hu Xinyue was straightforward and loyal. Remembering her miserable and helpless situation back then, she immediately agreed to help hide it.
Moreover, from her conversation with Fu Chen, she could tell that he wasnât a bad person.
She also added Fu Chen on WeChat and said that she would definitely inform him if something happened to Song Fengwan.
âHe didnât make things difficult for you, did he?â Song Fengwan didnât want her first friend in university to ignore her after only knowing her for two days.
âNo, he really likes you. Good luck. Iâm rooting for you two.â
Song Fengwanâs lips twitched.?How did Third Brother brainwash her?
Just moments ago, she was scared to death and begged me for help. But now, sheâs become an ally?
***
The restaurant wasnât far from Beijing University. Song Fengwan and Hu Xinyue had already agreed to go shopping, so they left the few men.
Qiao Xiyan was speechless. âThis girl just made a friend and doesnât even want her brother anymore. Sheâs a little too much.â
Fu Chen drank his tea silently.
Shi Fang, standing at the side, coughed twice.?She doesnât even want her future husband, let alone her brother.
Fu Chen was not currently in a hurry. She was already here, and he could meet her anytime, so there was no hurry. Qiao Xiyan was very smart. Before he left, it was still not the time to let himself go.
âIf you donât have any arrangements in the afternoon, do you want to come with me?â Fu Chen looked at Qiao Xiyan.
âYou have an arrangement?â
âDo you want to go for a steam massage?â
âSure.â
Qiao Xiyan worked bent over a table all year round, so his waist and neck had not been feeling well lately. But he had been so busy recently that his feet hadnât even touched the ground. Now that Song Fengwan had settled in, it wasnât a bad idea to relax.
Song Fengwan and Hu Xinyue went to the nearest supermarket and bought some daily necessities. Some girlsâ private things were really not suitable for bringing Qiao Xiyan and Fu Chen along.
Hu Xinyueâs monthly living expense was 1,500 yuan. She wanted to buy train tickets and book hotels when she met her boyfriend, so she had to spend money carefully.
âHe said heâll come see me on National Day. Heâll pay for the ticket, and Iâll pay for the hotel, so I have to save money.â When Hu Xinyue talked about her boyfriend, she looked happy.
âIs your boyfriend so good? Do you have photos?â Song Fengwan had been curious for a long time.
Hu Xinyue turned on her phone and showed her a few photos. He didnât look outstanding and looked very honest. âWeâve known each other since junior high. At the time, he was the class monitor, and I was the deputy class monitor.â
âYour family still doesnât agree?â
âI havenât dared to tell my family yet. If they find out that weâre still together after transferring schools for me, theyâll definitely break my legs. My dad is quite traditional.â Hu Xinyue shrugged. âWhat about you and your third brother? Why are you together?â
âI think itâs unbelievable too. I had a fiancé before, and heâs his uncle.â
Hu Xinyue was dumbfounded. âSister, are you acting in a TV drama with me?â
Song Fengwan was amused.
The two chatted and laughed while returning to school. Song Fengwan remembered the turning point in her relationship with Fu Chen. It must have been the incident in the ski resort overseas on New Yearâs Eveâ¦
She had really cried from fright during that avalanche. Ever since then, Fu Chen seemed to have stopped skiing.
Thinking about it now, she felt a little uncomfortable that she had asked him to give up his hobby.
She sent Fu Chen a message.
[Are you really not planning to ski again in the future? Donât you regret giving up your hobby for me?]
Fu Chen was taking a shower at the moment and didnât see the message.
â¦
Song Fengwan carried the supermarket convenience bag and walked back to the dormitory with Hu Xinyue.
âLet me tell you something. The small red-brick building over there is Yuhe Tower. We usually go there for classes, and we named it after our Old Master Qiao.â Every time Hu Xinyue mentioned Qiao Yuhe, she had a strong sense of pride.
âYou really like him.â Song Fengwan was willing to get close to her because she saw her idolizing her grandfather and felt a sense of closeness.
âThatâs for sure. You donât even know how handsome he was when he was young!â
Song Fengwan smiled bitterly. âHe also has a big temper.â
Old Master Qiaoâs temper was publicly acknowledged as terrible, and he carried a sense of arrogance.
âQiao Yuhe should have a temper. This is called having character.â
Song Fengwan smiled awkwardly.?Sheâs not just an ordinary fan, but a braindead fan.
âSong Fengwan!â Someone called her.
Song Fengwan subconsciously followed the voice and saw a young man in a white shirt waving at her.
Seeing her turn around, he jogged over.
When the boy smiled, he had a canine tooth. He was handsome and full of vigor. When he ran up to Song Fengwan, he panted slightly. His face was redder than a maple leaf, and he tugged at his hair in embarrassment. âDo you still remember me?â
Song Fengwan naturally remembered him. Back then, his mother had even kicked up a fuss in the atelier. But this was her motherâs matter, and it had nothing to do with him. Besides, it had been so long ago, so Song Fengwan had long stopped caring about it.
Upon seeing him, she felt a little surprised to reunite with an old friend. âXu Jingcheng.â
âItâs me. I didnât expect you to remember me.â Xu Jingcheng was still a little shy in front of Song Fengwan.
âWhat a coincidence.â
âIâm in the medical school. Youâre in the art school?â
âYeah.â
âThenâ¦â Xu Jingcheng was so anxious that his head was full of sweat. âCan you give me your contact info?â
Song Fengwan gave him a string of numbers, and Xu Jingcheng saved it. âIâll help you carry your things.â
âNo thanks. Weâre almost at the dormitory. Weâll get going first.â Song Fengwan said goodbye to him and left with Hu Xinyue.
Hu Xinyue wasnât stupid. When the young man in white saw Song Fengwan, his eyes widened and his face flushed red. He clearly liked her.
She had just agreed to help Fu Chen âmonitorâ Song Fengwan when this poacher appeared? And he was a very handsome little fresh meat.?Compared to himâ¦
Her third brother is considered old cured meat.
***
When Fu Chen came out of the shower, the first thing he saw was Qian Jiangâs message.
Even though Qian Jiang protected Song Fengwan, it was impossible for him to follow her to the female dormitory. This was why Fu Chen had troubled Hu Xinyue to help him.
[Third Master, your former love rival has appeared again.]
[Xu Jingcheng, Beijing University School of Medicine.]
[Height: 179cm, former school hunk of Beijing Second High School.]
Fu Chen sneered.?I remember warning this kid before. Where did he come from? What school hunk?
Heâs simply a wild weed that canât be burned and grew againâ¦
Fu Chen scrolled to Song Fengwanâs message and narrowed his eyes.
Song Fengwan had just returned to her dorm room and washed her face. When she saw Fu Chenâs message, her heart palpitated.
His reply is so flirtatious.
She asked if it was a pity to give up skiing, but Fu Chen replied with three sentencesâ¦
[Between the moon and the snow, you are the third type of beauty.]
[Itâs not a pity to give up the snow.]
[Because I have you.]
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