Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master’s Wife-Chasing Strategy

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“Get in the car first.”

…

As soon as Song Fengwan got into the car, she saw a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates on the front passenger seat.

Her heart felt as though honey was smearing it.
She hopped into the car and hugged the bouquet of flowers, which also had a card among the flowers.
Fu Chen’s handwriting was slim and beautiful.

Fu Chen got into the car.
But because of the pedestrian traffic from all the students leaving school, the car couldn’t move for the time being.
He took out his phone and called Qiao Aiyun.

“… Aunt Yun, I’ve already picked her up.
Don’t worry.”

“Sorry to trouble you.
You can just send her home.”

“Okay.” Before Fu Chen hung up, Song Fengwan had already opened the box of chocolate, picked up a piece, and brought it to his mouth.

He opened his mouth and bit it.

After Fu Chen hung up, Song Fengwan secretly wiped her fingers.
“Is it good? There’s a hazelnut-flavored one.”

“It’s not bad.”

Song Fengwan was satisfied.

“How was your exam today?” Fu Chen’s fingers gripped onto the steering wheel.
He was already very satisfied to be able to see her today.

“It was alright.” Song Fengwan lowered her head and chewed on the chocolate.
She took out her phone to message her mother and tell her that she was safe.
“Are you sending me back right now?”

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“You don’t want to go back?” Fu Chen chuckled.

Song Fengwan bit her lip. How am I supposed to answer this?

It was Valentine’s Day after all, so she definitely wanted to spend more time with him.

“Do you want to accompany me?” Fu Chen turned his head and looked at her.

Song Fengwan didn’t say anything.

The car drove straight to a five-star hotel.
Because it was Valentine’s Day, there were many people selling flowers outside the hotel, and a huge LED display screen was rolling congratulatory words for a certain newlywed couple.

“Are there still rooms available now?” Song Fengwan was speechless.

She had never celebrated Valentine’s Day, but she had read a lot of news reports.
Apparently, all the hotels were fully booked today.

“Yes.” Fu Chen had prepared many things in advance, but it was just that Song Fengwan wasn’t free.

“But…” Song Fengwan lowered her head and looked at her clothes.
“How am I supposed to go in like this? If someone sees me, it won’t be good…”

Fu Chen took off his long down jacket and handed it to her.
“Wear this on the outside.”

Song Fengwan put his down jacket on and got out of the car.
She felt guilty while holding his hand and walking into the hotel.

The room had been prepared long ago.
The receptionist verified Fu Chen’s identity, glanced at Song Fengwan, who kept her head lowered beside him, and handed him the room card.
“Mr.
Fu, your room is on the tenth floor.
Take a left turn after getting out of the elevator.”

“Thank you.” Fu Chen took the room card and brought Song Fengwan upstairs.

The hotel was exceptionally lively tonight, and there were many people in the elevator at this time.
There was a young couple standing at the back of the elevator, and they were making out irresistibly.
They smelled of alcohol and were obviously unable to control themselves.

Song Fengwan held Fu Chen’s hand tightly, and her palms were becoming sweaty.

After reaching the eighth floor, the two of them were the only ones left in the elevator.

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Nothing would really happen between the two of them.
They just wanted to spend more time with each other.

While they were walking to their room, Song Fengwan murmured softly, “Third Brother.”

“Mhm?”

“I still have to read my books later.”

Fu Chen’s face darkened.
“Okay.” Did I really come out to get a room with you just to watch you do your homework?

Song Fengwan murmured again, “I have to wake up early for class tomorrow, so I can’t stay up too late.”

Fu Chen took a deep breath and suppressed his displeasure in his heart, which he could neither voice nor swallow.

…

Thus, when Fu Chen returned home at six the next morning, Fu Zhongli was very surprised.

“You’re back so early?”

Fu Chen smiled bitterly and remained silent.

Standing at the side, Shi Fang almost choked from laughing. He woke up early to send his little wife to her morning self-study.

But the scarf around his neck…

“This scarf…”

“She knitted it.” Fu Chen smiled.

Fu Zhongli raised his eyebrows. This sister-in-law…

….
is kind of bad at handicrafts.

There are loose threads and holes everywhere, yet this fellow is still treasuring it so much?