Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
It was the first time Fu Chen and Yan Wangchuan met, yet Yan Wangchuan had already caught the chink in Fu Chenâs armor. It was only now did Fu Chen start to size Yan Wangchuan up seriously.
From the moment they met until now, there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.
He was well-dressed in a gray suit, and his white shirt was neatly buttoned up to the collar. He looked capable and smart. His suit jacket wasnât buttoned up, and he didnât wear a tie, making him look less serious.
He had few expressions and looked extremely cold.
He kept a low profile and restrained his aura. He didnât have the snobbishness of a businessman but instead had the subtle, elegant aura of a scholar.
When he looked at Fu Chen, his gaze was sharp like a hawk.
Fu Chen had investigated the Qiao family before, but the name Yan Wangchuan didnât show up among the people who had close relationships with the family. If he knew about it, he would definitely have made preparations beforehand.
Soon, Shi Fang knocked on the door and brought the packed meal inside. But Qiao Aiyun didnât have much of an appetite. Yan Wangchuan looked at her and didnât touch his chopsticks the entire time.
âSenior Brother, thank you for tonight,â Qiao Aiyun murmured. Since he had seen her in such an embarrassing situation, she couldnât face him calmly.
âIâll be in Yuncheng for a bit. You should take a break. If you need anything, look for me. My number hasnât changed.â Yan Wangchuan didnât stay long and got up to leave.
âUncle Yan, Iâll see you off.â Song Fengwan stood up.
âYou donât need to see him off. Iâm just about to leave too. Iâll go with him.â Fu Chen stood up leisurely. After the undercurrent between them just now, he had to test whether Yan Wangchuan was a friend or a foe.
***
Inside a hospital in Yunchengâ¦
When Song Jingren was brought in, even the doctors and nurses were shocked.
His face was so badly mangled that his facial features could barely be seen clearly. His clothes were covered in dirt and blood, making him look disheveled. There were even a few policemen following behind him.
âDoctor, please save him. Save my dadâ¦â Jiang Fengya kept crying as she followed behind him.
âI know. Please donât cry.â Because she was wearing a gown and covered in jewelry, the nurses couldnât help taking a few more glances at her.
âDonât cry anymore.â Song Jingren was already in a lot of pain, and her crying made him feel annoyed and frustrated. âIâm not dead yet!â
Jiang Fengya stopped crying and breathed quietly.
After Song Jingren was carried onto a stretcher, he called Secretary Zhang to come over. âLittle Zhang.â
âPresident Song, what can I do for you?â
âGo investigateâ¦â When he spoke, his heart and lungs hurt as if needles were stabbing them. â⦠investigate that man.â
Yan Wangchuan. How could he be related to the Qiao family?
He knew that Yan Wangchuan was Old Master Qiaoâs disciple due to his name, but he had never heard Qiao Aiyun mention this person.
He had seen all of Old Master Qiaoâs disciples. Other than Qiao Aiyunâs brother, all of them had average family backgrounds and were crazy people devoted to carving stones and jade.
Doing jades ruins oneâs life; playing with stones makes three generations poor.
Some of them didnât marry or have children all their lives and were devoted to jades and stones. Someone even lived in small houses with two bedrooms and a living room, but they were willing to spend hundreds of thousands of yuan to buy raw jade.
The Qiao familyâs senior and junior brothers all had the arrogance of artisans. They looked down on Song Jingren, and since their paths were different, they basically didnât interact with him.
Including Qiao Aiyunâs brother, Song Jingren had met all five of Old Master Qiaoâs disciples. But Yan Wangchuanâ¦
Where exactly did he come from?!
The Nanjiang Yan family was famous for their jewelry and wealth.
If I knew that her family had a relationship with the Yan family, I wouldnât haveâ¦
***
On another sideâ¦
Fu Chen and Yan Wangchuan didnât return to their hotels. Instead, they found a 24-hour cafe nearby to sit down.
There was no small talk or pleasantries, and the atmosphere was dreadfully cold.
Shi Fang was waiting not far away, absolutely speechless.
âF*ck, itâs the middle of the night. These two men arenât sleeping but instead went to a cafe to look at each other? Theyâre not even f*cking talking. Theyâre suffocating me.
âTheyâve been looking at each other for more than ten minutes. If someone didnât know, they would think that these two were in love with each other.â
Sitting opposite him was Yan Wangchuanâs secretary, who was drinking a cup of mocha with his head lowered. When he heard Shi Fang, he almost spat out his coffee.
âAre these two planning to sit like this the entire night?â
Fu Chen was the first to speak. âMr. Yan, you already know about my matter, so I wonât beat around the bush. What do you want?â
âStay away from Wanwan.â Yan Wangchuanâs voice was completely different from Fu Chenâs. One of them was like green tea leaves brewed with melted snow, like the spring breeze blowing past peopleâs ears; while the other was like the sound of flowing water in an empty valley, containing the vicissitudes of life.
Fu Chen smiled.?Heâs quite direct.?âThe reason?â
âWanwan is in her senior year of high school. Dating will affect her studies.â
âI can wait.â
âYour living environment is complicated. Wanwan will get hurt.â
âI will protect her.â
âYouâre too old!â
These words were like a sharp sword piercing Fu Chenâs heart. Fu Chen smiled lightly. âNowadays, there are a lot of people who get married with age differences of more than ten years. Moreover, we are only nine years apart. As for you, Mr. Yanâ¦
âYou took the trouble to come here all the way from Nanjing. You didnât even hesitate to injure someone for Aunt Yunâs sake and go to the police station. With your status, if word got out, you know how bad the impact would be without me saying. What are you doing this for then?â
Yan Wangchuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him, his gaze cold.
âYouâ¦â Fu Chen picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip. â⦠like Aunt Yun.â
It wasnât a question or speculation but an affirmation.
âMr. Yan, our thoughts both hope that they are well. We shouldnât become enemies.â
Yan Wangchuan rubbed his cup with his fingers, his expression calm and cold. âAs expected of a member of the Fu family, youâre not afraid or shocked that Iâve caught the chink in your armor, and you still want to ally with me?â
âWe have the same goal, so why not?â Fu Chen smiled. âAccording to the current situation, we can definitely help each other. What do you think?â
Yan Wangchuan looked at Fu Chen and had a six-word evaluation of him:
Young yet mature, cunningâ¦
⦠and sly.
Even if we cooperate, I still have to be on guard against him.