Chapter 217: Third Master Tricked Senior Brother Yan

Yan w.a.n.gchuan glanced upstairs and frowned deeply. “I’ll go take a look.”

Although Huai Sheng was a child, he had been brought here by Fu Chen. He probably wasn’t a good egg either. If the two of them were in cahoots, they might trick Wanwan…

Qiao Aiyun came out of the kitchen. “Wait. I’ll go up with you.” She wiped the water on her hands with the ap.r.o.n around her neck.

Song Fengwan wasn’t feeling well, so she was naturally worried.

While speaking, she turned to walk upstairs. Before she could step on the stairs, Yan w.a.n.gchuan stopped her.

“What are you doing?” Qiao Aiyun smiled. “Let’s go up together. Don’t you want to go up too?”

Yan w.a.n.gchuan’s face darkened as he remained silent.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he had been on the same boat as Fu Chen from the start.

This meant that as long as he was around, he was destined to cover them before Fu Chen and Song Fengwan’s relations.h.i.+p became public. If their relations.h.i.+p was exposed, Fu Chen would expose that the two of them had conspired and colluded together before. It would probably affect his impression in Qiao Aiyun’s mind.

This wasn’t the most important thing. If she found out that her daughter was in love at an early age, Song Fengwan would probably not have a good time.

Adolescent girls were sensitive, and he was her stepfather too. If she grew to hate him, it would be difficult to repair their relations.h.i.+p.

Fu Chen, this brat…

He’s indeed a b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

He led me into a trap.

“What are you doing? Let me go upstairs.” Qiao Aiyun smiled.

Why is he stopping me?

“Didn’t you say Wanwan isn’t feeling well? Has she taken her medicine?” Yan w.a.n.gchuan suddenly raised his voice.

Qiao Aiyun frowned.

Why is he suddenly speaking so loudly?

Upstairs, Huai Sheng immediately perked up his ears and knocked on the door carefully. “Third Uncle… someone’s coming.”

Fu Chen had already gotten out of bed and was sitting at Song Fengwan’s table, looking at her watercolor paintings. “Huai Sheng, come in.”

Huai Sheng pushed the door open, and Fu Chen raised his hand to gesture for him to come over. Huai Sheng tiptoed into the room, walked to his side, and saw a painting of himself.

He giggled. “It looks nice.”

Fu Chen smiled.

In just half a minute, Qiao Aiyun reached the room. Seeing Fu Chen and Huai Sheng looking at the paintings, she didn’t think much of it. She walked over to Song Fengwan’s side and helped her tuck in the sides of the blanket when she saw that she was sleeping soundly.

Yan w.a.n.gchuan stood at the door and didn’t enter.

Afterward, they went downstairs. Qiao Aiyun held Huai Sheng’s hand and walked in front while Fu Chen and Yan w.a.n.gchuan walked side by side.

“Thank you, Mr. Yan.” Fu Chen’s tone was gentle. Huai Sheng had already told him what had happened. He had only informed him after hearing Yan w.a.n.gchuan’s voice, so he should thank him.

Yan w.a.n.gchuan let out a cold snort, feeling a little annoyed.

He had thought that since their alliance had collapsed, he had to draw a clear line between them. Who would have thought that he would have to join hands with his misdeeds again?

Fu Chen smiled lightly. “I’m afraid it’ll be difficult for you to escape unscathed with this relations.h.i.+p of ours. It seems that I’ll still have to trouble you to take care of us in the future, Mr. Yan.”

Yan w.a.n.gchuan strode forward to catch up with Qiao Aiyun, ignoring Fu Chen.

He hated Fu Chen to the core.

He had stabbed him in the back and dug such a deep hole for him.

***

When it was almost time for dinner, Song Fengwan walked down the stairs slowly. She was wearing woolen pajamas, and her face had lost its color. Earlier, her abdomen had been cramping, the nerves in her thighs had throbbed like spasms, and even breathing had been strenuous. She felt more comfortable after sleeping, but she couldn’t muster up any energy.

“Are you feeling better?” Qiao Aiyun helped her sit down.

She shook her head, looking listless.

In just half a day, Fu Chen felt that her chin had become much sharper and her face was pale. His heart ached when he saw her.

“I cooked you some brown sugar porridge. If you really don’t want to eat it, drink some before going to bed.”

“Okay.” Her voice was very soft.

Halfway through the meal, her phone vibrated. She brought it over and saw that it was a teacher from the atelier. She straightened up and cleared her throat.

“h.e.l.lo, Teacher.” Hearing that it was a teacher’s call, everyone stopped talking.

The two chatted for a few minutes before hanging up.

“What’s the matter?” Qiao Aiyun’s face was full of concern. “Do you need to take leave if you’re not going to the atelier?”

“No, she told me that the school entrance exams are about to start. I can already sign up for a few art schools online.” Song Fengwan held a spoon and stirred the brown sugar porridge. She was inevitably nervous when she mentioned the exams.

“Have you thought about which school you want to go to?” Qiao w.a.n.gbei asked. “Come to Suzhou. Your cousin and I are both there, and we can take care of you.”

“Is Nanjiang not a good choice?” Yan w.a.n.gchuan asked.

Fu Chen didn’t say anything. He selfishly wished that she would go to the capital.

University lasted four years. If she pursued advanced studies, it would take even longer. They would have to have a long-distance relations.h.i.+p.

He wouldn’t be able to take it.

“If the times don’t conflict, I want to try applying to two more schools. I can’t possibly put all my eggs in one basket. What if I don’t pa.s.s?” Song Fengwan said while looking at Fu Chen

Yan w.a.n.gchuan asked, “How are you taking the exams? Do you have to go to the local areas?”

“I think so. But many art academies have set up various exam venues across the country. They’re usually hosted in a few big cities.”

Fu Chen added, “If several art academies have set up their exam venues in the same city, you can prepare for the exams there. It will also save you the trouble of running back and forth between various provinces. It will be tiring too.”

Qiao Aiyun nodded. “You really have to take a good look. The university admission time is too soon. We truly have to consider it carefully.”

Most art schools recruited students in January and February, and they had to return to school in March to prepare for cultural lessons.

“Then I’ll go upstairs to take a look on the computer.” Song Fengwan had no appet.i.te to begin with, so she put down her spoon and walked upstairs.

***

She returned to her room, held a hot water bottle to her stomach, turned on her computer, and started browsing through the official websites of the few art academies the teacher had mentioned. It had only been ten minutes before someone knocked on the door and entered. She thought it was her mother, so she didn’t even look up. As she browsed the web, she lowered her head and recorded the relevant information.

Some schools’ times and venues conflicted, so she might not be able to apply to them. She had to eliminate some of them.

Suddenly, she heard the person’s voice sound from behind her. “Your stomach doesn’t hurt anymore?”

Song Fengwan was stunned. “Why are you here?” She instinctively looked at the bedroom door.

After a few minutes, Fu Chen said, “If your stomach doesn’t feel well, sleep a little longer. I’ll help you sort out the information.”

“Do you know how?” Song Fengwan was suspicious.

Fu Chen couldn’t help laughing. “Go to sleep. What do I not know?”

Fu Chen felt a little uncomfortable that his future wife belittled him.

Could it be that in her heart, I’m simply a foolish romantic? Besides dating, I don’t know anything else?

Song Fengwan was not feeling energetic, so she simply crawled into bed. While she was in a daze, she heard Fu Chen typing on the keyboard. For some reason, her heart felt very calm and steady.

It was as though she didn’t have to worry about anything with him by her side.

He could truly protect her from wind and rain.

***

Fu Chen sat in front of her computer and helped her consolidate the schools’ information. He held a pen and stared at her notebook for a long time.

Many schools had set up numerous examination venues outside their provinces. Beijing was the political and cultural center of the entire country, so many schools either had examination venues in the capital or along the perimeters of the capital.

This included the Suzhou and Nanjiang art schools.

Fu Chen’s lips curled up. It seemed as though he had thought of a way to get his future little wife to come home with him.