Jiang Ershao thought that he had been robbed or kidnapped for ransom. He kept taking out cards from his pocket and throwing them at Qian Jiang.

“I’ll give you all my money. Hurry up and let me out of the car. Or else when I call the police, you’ll be f*cking dead!”

His mind was blurry. He felt that the person in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn’t remember no matter what.

Before seeing Fu Chen, he kept shouting while Qian Jiang held his arm.

“Who do you work for? Do you know who my brother is? Do you want to die?”

“Let go of me! F*ck—”

Jiang Ershao struggled with all his might, but his arm couldn’t win against Qian Jiang’s grip. He was dragged to Fu Chen.

“Bring him to wash his face and sober up.” Seeing that he no longer recognized him and was even showing off to him about who his brother was, Fu Chen prepared to skin him alive.

Jiang Ershao only sobered up a little after being stimulated by the cold water. The next second, he saw Fu Chen.

F*ck!

It’s my birthday today. Why has this devil appeared time and time again? I thought I was dreaming.

“This is a dream. I must be dreaming. I drank too much. Hehe…” Jiang Ershao muttered to himself.

“You shouldn’t feel pain in your dreams. Do you want to try?” Qian Jiang’s expression was serious.

“I…” Jiang Ershao was about to twist his arm when a certain someone slapped him. It was so painful that his eyes blurred.

Shi Fang was standing at the side. Only Qian Jiang would do something so hardcore.

Shi Fang subconsciously reached out to rub his face. When he was occasionally confused, he had been slapped a lot by him. This time, someone finally tasted how powerful this Iron Sand Palm was.

Qian Jiang didn’t hit him hard. It was just that the place he hit happened to make a very loud sound and be painful. Jiang Ershao finally understood that he was really not dreaming.

“Did Sun Rui say she would help you get her?” Fu Chen went straight to the point.

Jiang Ershao’s face, which was already cold from the cold water earlier, felt even colder now. He knew that the clubhouse had a lot of privacy, so Fu Chen’s words made his back feel cold…

“Do you really want to be tied down with Sun Rui for the rest of your life? Do you think it’s the same no matter who you marry and have children with?”

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Jiang Ershao knew better than anyone else that the marriage between big families was involuntary.

If he hadn’t met Song Fengwan, he would have played by himself no matter who he was with. Now that he had something he wanted, his heart was already starting to waver.

“The two of them have a grudge to begin with, so she won’t help you out of goodwill. If you don’t believe me, I can prove it to you. At the same time…” Fu Chen rubbed his prayer beads. “I’ll help you get rid of Sun Rui. How about that?”

At the time, Jiang Ershao was dizzy and agreed to Fu Chen for no reason.

After he returned home, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was amiss. Why is Fu Chen helping me?

He had heard that Sun Rui had been very infatuated with Third Master in the past and had even climbed into his bed. Could Fu Chen be so vengeful?

But if he could really draw a clear line with Sun Rui and formally court Song Fengwan, it would be a beautiful thing. Anyway, with Fu Chen’s schemes, he wouldn’t suffer a loss.

With this thought, he lay on the bed and actually fell asleep happily.

***

The art school’s senior banquet had been sponsored. Song Fengwan was busy rehearsing for the show and had been learning folk dance with a senior sister for half a month. She had practiced dancing and playing the piano when she was young, so she still had the basics and got the hang of it very quickly.

But she was still preparing for her CET6 exam in June, so she was very busy.

During this period, Tang Jingci had already returned to China to officially sign a contract with Duan Linbai. Qiao Xiyan had gone to the southeast to visit his maternal grandfather. It was said that the old man was in poor health and was hospitalized with cerebral hemorrhage. Even Qiao Wangbei rushed over.

He later suffered an acute stroke and was sent to a big hospital in Nanjiang. Only then did he manage to survive, but he almost became paralyzed in bed and was unable to take care of himself.

The Qiao father and son accompanied the old man until he was discharged from the hospital and sent him home before returning to Suzhou.

This ordeal lasted for more than half a month.

On the day of the senior students’ banquet, Song Fengwan put on makeup backstage and kept sending messages to Fu Chen. [Please don’t come to the performance. I’m shy.]

Fu Chen agreed, but he still appeared in the auditorium wearing a mask.

Although it was the art school’s banquet, it was open to the entire school. If Qian Jiang hadn’t occupied a seat early, Fu Chen would have probably only been able to stand in the aisle to look at his wife.

Song Fengwan’s program was the third one. There were more than ten girls wearing peacock-blue national clothes with jade on their foreheads and bells on their feet. Most importantly…

Their clothes exposed their navel. Fu Chen caught sight of Song Fengwan. Seeing her soft and slender waist twisting, the boys in the audience were cheering, but his heart was cold…