Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Inside Yunjin Prime Manorâ¦
Seeing that Song Fengwan hadnât come downstairs for a long time, Fu Chen got up to check on the situation.
When Huai Sheng came back, he had gone upstairs to his room. He was just hiding under his blanket and pretending to be asleep, clearly not wanting to interact with others.
As soon as Fu Chen stepped onto the stairs, Duan Linbai poked Jing Hanchuan.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âF*ck, you two are just having a meal. Why is there fire flying everyone? It even affected a bystander like me.â
âItâs dangerous to watch a show. You should cherish your life.â Jing Hanchuan lowered his head and drank coconut milk. It was made of coconut powder brought back by Song Fengwan, and the taste was very strong.
âWhy did you suddenly mention their ages? Donât you know that Third Fu cares about this the most?â
âThis is the truth. Why canât I mention it?â Jing Hanchuan raised his eyebrows. âPeople canât avoid things that exist objectively. They have to face themselves. This situation reminds me of a poem.â
âWhat?â
âThe bride is eighteen while her groomâs eighty-year-old; Red dress versus gray hair, they each other behold. The lovebirdsâll consummate in nuptial bed tonight; Like a pear tree oâer begonia, a tale oft told.â
âPfftââ Duan Linbai vomited blood.?Heâs too vicious. This personâs mouth is too vicious.
He watched as Fu Chen staggered for a while and then turned around to take a deep look at the two of them.
What a good âthe bride is eighteen while her groomâs eighty-year-oldâ. Jing Hanchuan, youâre capable.
***
When Fu Chen arrived on the second floorâ¦
The door wasnât tightly shut. Fu Chen pushed the door open and entered. Huai Sheng was sitting on a chair, eating. He ate very quickly, and almost all the food Song Fengwan brought for him had been wiped out.
âThird Uncle.â His eyes were red as he turned to look at Fu Chen.
âHave some soup.â Song Fengwan frowned slightly. She had picked a lot of each dish for him, and there was a lot of food. He had wolfed it down and ate a little too much.
âOkay.â Huai Sheng nodded obediently. âActually, I could have gone downstairs to eat. You didnât have to bring food to my room.â
His voice was hoarse from crying.
âItâs alright.â Song Fengwan smiled.
After he finished eating, Fu Chen took the plate from Song Fengwan and reminded him to rest early. But Huai Sheng suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of Fu Chenâs shirt.
âHuh?â
âThird Uncle, I donât want to go with them. Iâll be more obedient in the future.â
Tears welled up in Song Fengwanâs eyes, but she bit her lip and didnât say anything.
âIf you donât want to leave, no one can take you away.â Fu Chen patted his little head.
âPinky swear,â Huai Sheng said seriously.
âOkay.â Fu Chen stretched out his hand.
When the two of them went downstairs, they naturally had different feelings in their hearts.
When Song Fengwan sat at the dining table, she felt that the atmosphere wasnât right, especially between Fu Chen and Jing Hanchuan. It was very strange.
âEat.â Fu Chen took the lead to serve Song Fengwan food.
âOkay.â The two of them interacted frequently. Although they didnât behave excessively, they were very intimate.
Duan Linbai had long been used to it. Jing Hanchuan narrowed his eyes.?It wasnât easy for me to stay in his house for dinner. Is this fellow here to feed me dog food?
âEat more. Youâre too skinny.â Ever since Song Fengwan came back from the military training, Fu Chen wished he could give her more meat.
Jing Hanchuan looked at the people of the Jing family not far away. âCall back and ask if my fish at home have been fed. Donât starve my fish and make them lose weight.â
Duan Linbai burst out laughing.
He has a wife, but you have fish?
Jing Hanchuan, do you have to be so tsundere?
***
After they ate dinner, Master Pudu arrived at around nine in the evening. After a brief exchange with Fu Chen, he went upstairs to accompany Huai Sheng. They could hear Huai Shengâs tragic cries downstairs.
What happened today clearly frightened Huai Sheng quite a bit.
âAnyone with a little conscience wouldnât have forced a child like this. Theyâre both their sons. Why is there such a difference in treatment?â Duan Linbai was speechless.
âIs the sick boy his brother?â Song Fengwan checked the news and found out that the boy was already thirteen years old. There was also a fifteen-year-old sister. âThey already had a son and daughter. Why did they still want another one?â
And there was a huge age difference.
Many things on the news were only mentioned halfway, and many things were not mentioned at all.
âThe boy underwent an operation six years ago, but his leukemia relapsed.â
âThen, the reason they gave birth to the little monk back then was for the umbilical cord blood, right?â Duan Linbai chuckled. Actually, there were many people who gave birth to a second child to save their first now. But they threw them away after using them.?This is too f*cking wicked.
âBefore they used the umbilical cord blood, they found a suitable match and performed the surgery in advance,â Fu Chen explained.
âSo they thought Huai Sheng was useless?â Duan Linbai was flabbergasted. âThey probably didnât expect this illness to relapse again. Itâs really karma.â
âWhy didnât they look for the donor from before?â Song Fengwan asked.
Fu Chen said, âIâve checked that person. He was almost fifty when he donated the bone marrow. After six years, he became older, and his health wasnât good. The bone marrow donation process wasnât comfortable, so he wasnât willing to donate anymore.â
âThis is really karma. But this family is really wicked. They donât know how to repent and even want to use public opinion. People who donât know better might even think that the Fu family is obstructing them.â Duan Linbai was speechless.
Song Fengwan scrolled through Weibo, and the first trending topic was [Fu family], followed by [Old Master Fu] and [Third Master Fu]. The netizens had almost gone through Fu family members one by one.
But the Fu family usually didnât have any scandals, so the things everyone could talk about were limited.
At most, Fu Zhongliâs family was brought up, and Sun Ruiâs family was mentioned. But there was nothing else for netizens to investigate.
âHanchuan, why arenât you saying anything?â Duan Linbai reached out to stop him. âDonât you feel indignant?â
âStrong indignation.â Jing Hanchuan nodded.
âArenât you going to condemn them?â Duan Linbai was speechless.?At least cooperate with me.
Under Duan Linbaiâs expectant gaze, he said lightly, âStrong condemnation.â
âIf I was there today, I would have beaten those two to death, right?â The two people on the other side were a couple, so Duan Linbai could only keep cueing Jing Hanchuan.
âYes, itâs easy to wipe out two people.â Jing Hanchuanâs expression was indifferent.
âThatâs right. Third Fu, deal with them!â Duan Linbai was agitated and furious.
The few of them chatted in the living room for a while, and then Jing Hanchuan planned to leave and go home.
His reason was: [The street lights in Chuanbei are too dark, so itâs not safe to go home late.]
Duan Linbai vomited blood.?Which f*cking road do you want to take? Even the King of Hell doesnât dare to touch you. Are you afraid of the dark?
Brother, are you kidding me?
Duan Linbai had gone to the new district for an inspection today in Fu Chenâs car. He couldnât be bothered to call his assistant over, so he took Jing Hanchuanâs car back.
On the way back, Jing Hanchuan had already opened one of the coconut cakes Song Fengwan gave him. Duan Linbai was about to reach out to take a piece when he felt a slap on the back of his hand.
âYouâre too protective of your food.â
Jing Hanchuan tilted his head and looked at him. âDo you have a problem with that?â
âNo problem.â Duan Linbai leaned against the back of the chair. âI brought you coconut cake when I went to Nanjiang previously. I never saw you treasure it so much.â
âYours isnât authentic and tastes bad.â
After all, the Yan family was from Nanjiang, so they could naturally buy more authentic food.
âHow was the project inspection in the new district? Do you still need investments?â Jing Hanchuan ate calmly and elegantly.
âThatâs right. You want to invest? Do you lack money?â Duan Linbai chuckled. Who knew how much money the Jing family had? In any case, he felt that even if Jing Hanchuan squandered money every day, he wouldnât be able to spend it all in this lifetime. âThird Fu is investing to support his wife. Why do you want to make so much money?â
âDig fish ponds and raise fish!â Jing Hanchuan chewed on the cake.?Who canât raise something?
Duan Linbai was stunned.?How can raising a wife be the same as raising fish?
***
On the other sideâ¦
Song Fengwan had just taken a shower and was on the phone with Qiao Aiyun when Fu Chen pushed the door open and entered.
â⦠Iâve already delivered everything. Yes, Iâm staying in the dormitory tonight.â How could Song Fengwan dare to say that she was staying at Fu Chenâs place? Qiao Aiyun had always felt that they owed Fu Chen too much and didnât allow her to trouble him.
Song Fengwan looked at Fu Chen and put her index finger to her lips, gesturing for him to be quiet and move lightly.
With a bottle of ointment in his hand, Fu Chen closed the door softly and entered the room.
âMy roommates went out to play and werenât around, so itâs quieterâ¦â
âI will definitely study hard.
âMom, Iâm going out to take a shower. Iâm hanging up.â
Song Fengwan quickly hung up the phone.
Fu Chen smiled and suddenly reached out to carry her to the table. Her feet left the ground, and her gaze met Fu Chenâs. âIâll apply some medicine for you.â
Song Fengwan reached out to touch the side of her face. âItâll disappear soon. Itâs fine.â
Fu Chen opened the bottle, smeared a cream-colored ointment on his fingertips, and applied it on her chin.
âI was just accidentally scratched by that womanâs nails. Itâll be fine tomorrow.â Song Fengwan saw that his expression was tense and wanted to talk about something else. âBy the way, have you known Sixth Master Jing for a long time?â
âMore than twenty years.â
âIs he really as vicious as the legends say? That he kills people like flies and his methods make peopleâs hair stand on end?â
âItâs a lawful society now. What do you think?â Fu Chen chuckled.
Perhaps because the Jing family was too famous in the past, no one knew when it started, but Jing Hanchuan became a complete devil in everyoneâs eyes.
Moreover, Jing Hanchuan couldnât find the source of the rumors, which made him depressed for a long time.
Some parents even threatened their children, âIf you donât listen, Iâll throw you to Chuanbei.â
The more the rumors spread, the more mysterious he became. There were even people who said that he didnât get married because his destiny would suppress his wifeâs. People even fabricated stories about him being a monster, giving him an evil reputation.
In fact, apart from making investments, Jing Hanchuan only stayed at home to fish and listen to opera. The Pear Garden that Old Madam Fu often went to was run by the Jing family.
He was a classic example of silently making a fortune.
Song Fengwan smiled. âHe doesnât seem like a particularly bad person. He actually likes to eat sweets?â
âWanwanâ¦â
âMmm.â
âWhen he said that he could erase people, he wasnât joking. Their family really has such strength.â
âOh.â Song Fengwan was confused by his kiss and responded vaguely.
âHeâs not a good person.â
â¦
Song Fengwan reached out to hug his neck. âYou said that your friend isnât a good person. Birds of a feather flock together. What about you?â
âIâm not a good person either. Iâm the very bad kind.â
Fu Chen hugged her while sleeping the whole night. It was sweet torture.
â¦
After comforting Huai Sheng, Master Pudu planned to have a good chat with Fu Chen, but Huai Sheng told him that Fu Chen wasnât in his room.
Master Pudu was already in his sixties. When he heard this, he shook his head.
âYoung benefactors nowadays are really impressive. They commit sins and do good.â
***
Chuanbei Jing Familyâ¦
After returning home, Jing Hanchuan sat by his fish tank and fed his goldfish.
âWhy do you think someone like Fu Chen can find a girlfriend?â
The people of the Jing family looked at each other.
Based on Sixth Masterâs appearance, he was definitely likable. But when others heard that he was from the Chuanbei Jing family, they immediately ran away in fear. For the past hundred years, no matchmaker had stepped into the Jing residence.
Old Madam Fu had once wanted to find someone to matchmake with him. After all, in a place like Beijing, there were all sorts of families with daughters seeking marriage. But in the end, the matter was left unsettled. They all said âcherish your life and stay away from the Jing familyâ.
Therefore, Sixth Master didnât like people showing off their affection in front of him.
Even the fish he raised were all male.
They absolutely couldnât give birth to little fishâ¦
å²å¨, a Japanese loanword for a character development process that depicts a character with a personality who is initially cold, stern, stoic, harsh, temperamental, hotheaded (and sometimes even hostile) before gradually showing a warmer, friendlier side over time.
This basically means that he was destined for great things and wouldnât be able to have a complete/happy family..