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

bed and talking on the phone.

One of the others had her suitcase lying against her bed, but she wasn’t here.
Song Fengwan sized up the beds.
They were all loft beds with desks underneath.
After a summer vacation, there was a lot of dust.

Qiao Xiyan wiped her chair for her.
“Sit down first.
I’ll go get your things.”

As soon as he left, the round-faced girl finished her call.
“Song Fengwan?” Her name was pasted on the bed.

“Yeah.”

“My name is Hu Xinyue.
I’m from Shaanbei.” Although the girl had a baby face, her voice wasn’t soft.
It was obvious that she had a straightforward personality.

“I’m from Yuncheng.”

“Do you want to wipe your desk? I have a rag.”

“Okay, thank you.” Song Fengwan twisted the rag and started wiping her desk.

“Who was the person who sent you here just now? Your boyfriend?” Hu Xinyue had a casual personality.
She had already gotten out of bed and started unpacking her luggage.

“My brother.”

“I thought he was your boyfriend.”

Song Fengwan smiled awkwardly.

“Are you in a relationship?” She turned her head and looked at Song Fengwan.

Song Fengwan grabbed the rag tightly.
Seeing her straightforward personality, she was afraid that she would let it slip when Qiao Xiyan came back later, so she smiled without saying anything.

“There must be a lot of people chasing you.
I fell in love in my second year of high school.” Hu Xinyue was actually a little shy at the mention of her boyfriend.

“Second year of high school?” Song Fengwan raised her eyebrows.

“Then my family found out and almost killed me.
They even made me transfer schools,” Hu Xinyue said casually.

Song Fengwan’s heart skipped a beat.
“And then?”

“I’ve always secretly been in contact with him.
But he didn’t perform well in this exam and stayed in Shaanbei to study.”

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The two of them chatted for a long time before Qiao Xiyan carried the items distributed by the school upstairs and tidied up briefly.
The other girl had also come back.

Her name was Miao Yating, and she was from the south.
She was petite and had a childish voice.
Her parents had followed her and greeted them.
They even gave them some specialties from the south and asked them to take care of their daughter.

At around four o’clock, someone came to the last bed in the dorm room.

It was a middle-aged woman.
Because everyone was unpacking, there was inevitably no place for her to go in the dorm room.
She even looked down on everyone and spoke with a Beijing accent, giving off a domineering feeling.

Song Fengwan turned her head and sized her up.
She was dressed fashionably and even carried a branded bag.
As soon as she touched the table, she walked to the bathroom in disgust.

“Hello, Xinxin.
I’m in the dormitory.
The environment is too poor.
Let’s go home and stay.
How can people live in this place?

“Our house isn’t far from the school.
I don’t think there’s even a place to shower in this dormitory.
How are you going to spend the summer?

“Besides, they’re all loft beds.
It’s too dangerous to sleep at night.”

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When the others in the dorm room heard her, they fell silent.

“She’s from Beijing.
No wonder she’s so arrogant.” Hu Xinyue was speechless.

Song Fengwan bent over and hung her mosquito net, smiling without saying anything.

“Cousin, when are we going to get the blanket?” Almost all of Song Fengwan’s clothes and blankets were with Fu Chen.

“I’ll call and ask later,” Qiao Xiyan said as he walked out with his phone.

When Song Fengwan climbed out of bed, she saw Hu Xinyue holding a roll of tape and pasting a black-and-white picture of an old man.

Grandmaster of a generation—

Qiao Yuhe.

Song Fengwan was almost frightened.
“Xinyue, this is…”

“My idol.
I study art because of Old Master Qiao.
Don’t tell me you don’t know him? Everyone who studies art knows him.
He’s on every test.”

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“I know him.” Song Fengwan smiled bitterly.

“It’s a pity that I was born at the wrong time and couldn’t witness the grandmaster’s elegance.” Hu Xinyue pasted the picture and even wiped it carefully a few times.

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Qiao Xiyan had already returned to the room.
“Wanwan, we’re going to the Fu residence for dinner tonight.
You can unpack a bit more, and then we’ll leave.”

“Are you coming back to stay tonight?” Hu Xinyue hurriedly asked.
If Song Fengwan didn’t come back, she would probably be alone in the dormitory.

“I don’t think so.
I didn’t even bring my blanket.” Song Fengwan smiled apologetically.

“Then leave your contact details.
Call me when you’re going back to the school.”

Qiao Xiyan only watched as the two girls leaned against each other and whispered to each other.
His gaze landed on the picture on the head of Hu Xinyue’s bed, and his eyes were profound.

I didn’t expect this old man to have fans.

The older he got, the grumpier he became.
When Qiao Xiyan was young, he was playful and didn’t cherish the jade stones.
His grandfather had often beaten him with a feather duster.
Later on, he had a problem with his arm and couldn’t carry any weight, so he simply used his feet.

In his memory, the grandmaster in other people’s eyes was a short-tempered, grumpy, and arrogant old man.

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When Song Fengwan and Qiao Xiyan left the school gates, it was already evening.
The two of them took a taxi straight to the old Fu residence.

Fu Chen went to the school to pick Huai Sheng up and waited at the old residence.

It had been a long time since Old Madam Fu saw Song Fengwan, so she had gotten busy early in the morning.
Old Master Fu was sitting on his rocking chair with his tobacco pipe in his hand.
He turned his head to look at Fu Chen, who was studying a chess record.

Why did this brat dress up so cleanly today?

Isn’t he usually partial to long black robes? Why is he dressed so young today?

Since he was a child, he’s always liked to pretend to be mature.
Who is he acting young for today?!

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