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

  Chapter 12 Recalling the Past

  Cloud City Song's House

  It was already 10:30 in the evening when Song Feng came home from the studio. Song Jingren hadn't come back after going out to socialize, and the house looked very quiet and empty.

   "Miss, you are back, there is soup in the kitchen, I will serve you a bowl." The talking woman is in her forties, and everyone calls her Aunt Liang. She has been helping out at Song's house since Song Fengwan's notes.

  "Thank you, Mrs. Liang." Since Song Fengwan entered the third year of high school, she had to stay up until one or two o'clock before going to bed. Qiao Aiyun was afraid that she could not stand it, so she asked people to make soup for her every day.

  Where there are so many geniuses in this world, it's just that others work harder than you.

  Liang Liang put the white thick and fragrant fish soup in front of her, and glanced at her coat again.

  She has lived such a long time anyway, and she can tell at a glance that this dress is exquisitely crafted and superb. The most important thing is that it is still a man's dress.

   "By the way, Aunt Liang... You will send this coat out for a dry cleaning tomorrow for me." Song Fengwan said.

   "Okay." She smiled and nodded, and didn't ask too much.

  When Song Feng’s night soup was almost finished, Song Jingren came back from the dinner, and fell into the house with the help of his secretary. He was full of alcohol, and looked at the living room with squinting eyes, "Is get out of class just over?"

His body is vain, his feet are staggered, his eyes are bloodshot and red, and he obviously drank a lot of wine. The Song family is also regarded as the leading large enterprise in Yuncheng. No one dares to fill Song Jingren with wine on the wine table. How can he do it? Drink like this?

   "Hmm." Since the incident of Jiang Fengya, the relationship between the father and daughter has been tepid, and they have spoken very politely.

   "Mr. Song, then I'll go first." The secretary helped Song Jingren onto the sofa, then turned his head and winked at Song Fengwan before turning away.

   "Uncle Zhang, I will see you off." Song Fengwan immediately understood.

  The two walked to the front of the yard before Secretary Zhang spoke.

"Miss, I know that a lot of things have happened at home recently, and your heart is not happy. In fact, President Song has also had a lot of troubles recently. There was a problem with one of the company's biggest projects this year, and it's like this at home..." Secretary Zhang said very much. Euphemistically, "You can comfort him a little bit more."

  Song Fengwan listened carefully and nodded from time to time.

  She knew very well in her heart that the company’s projects were not the root cause, the most important thing was the Fu family.

  Song Jingren used to think it didn’t matter who she and Jiang Fengya married to the Fu family. They were both her daughters anyway, but she didn’t expect that the Fu family was so disgusted with Jiang Fengya that he actually let San Ye come to the house in person.

  If he forces Jiang Fengya and Fu Yuxiu to match up, he will not be able to marry him, become in-laws, and offend the Fu family. How could he not worry.

"It's difficult for that Miss Jiang to enter the Fu's family. Mr. Song has had less contact with her recently. Don't think too much about it. Study hard is the most important thing." Secretary Zhang has been following Song Jingren, right. His usual movements are clearer than anyone else.

  The meaning of Secretary Zhang is very clear. In order to worry about the Fu family, Song Jingren dare not contact Jiang Fengya too much. At least for the time being, this woman can't make any storms, so she can relax.

   "Thank you Uncle Zhang." Song Fengwan smiled and sent him to the door of his house before turning back.

  **

  When Song Feng returned to the living room late in the evening, Song Jingren was sipping honey water, his face flushed, and his tie was hanging loosely around his neck.

  She greeted him and went straight upstairs.

   Although Song Jingren was drunk, he was still conscious. If this were changed before, Song Fengwan would have directly recounted that he had drunk too much, but now he is so cold.

  He smiled miserably and swallowed the remaining half glass of water.

  When Song Feng returned to the bedroom late, he put down his schoolbag and turned around to search for pajamas in the closet. After that, he caught a glimpse of a black dress and was taken aback for a moment.

  Suddenly remembered the situation in my first bar many days ago...

  She drank a lot of alcohol that day, and she couldn't remember many things. When she woke up in the morning, she was already at home.

  Because Jiang Fengya officially came to the door the next day, she didn't think back about that night carefully, but now she suddenly thought that only one sentence suddenly popped out of her mind.

  【Fu's third master slept】

  Song Fengwan’s pupils dilated suddenly, my mother, did she say this?

dying.

  She tore the skirt from the hanger, crumpled it up like a jujube, stuffed it into the back of the closet, pulled her pajamas and ran to the bathroom.

  She took off her clothes and turned on the shower. The steam was warm, and the whole bathroom was steaming in a cloud of mist, and her thoughts were slowly pulled back to the day when she was drunk...

  **

  The day was the fifth day that Fu Yuxiu and her proposed to dissolve their marriage. It was also the day when she learned that Fu Yuxiu had another new love, and on the same day, she knew that the person named Jiang Fengya was actually her half-sister.

   is like the plot of a dog-blood TV series, Song Fengwan is totally confused.

At that moment, she suddenly had the edge that the whole world was almost collapsing. She had always been well-behaved and restrained, never going into bars and nightclubs, but she wanted to indulge herself once that day, and at the instigation of a friend, she deliberately bought a mature one. Little black ocean skirt, I went to a bar for the first time.

  Fu Yuxiu’s matter is second, although the two are engaged in a relationship, their relationship is average.

  But the appearance of Jiang Fengya may disintegrate her family. In her heart, Song Jingren has always been a kind father, and now his image is collapsed, and her whole family is in danger, how could she not be in a hurry.

  In the bar, the lights flicker and the sensuality is sensual. It is a world of bliss that is completely different from the outside. With deafening music, every drum beat is beaten to make the cells all over the body jump.

  Song Fengwan actually regretted stepping here.

  "Let's go over there." Some of the people who came with her were regulars here, so when they came in, no one checked the identity of Song Fengwan.

   "Let me tell you, have fun here tonight, I promise you can forget all the things outside."

   "Yes, don't think about it tonight."

  Song Feng Wanwan smiled irritably, she was too late to go back now.

  In the other corner, there were a few men in black guarding the outside of the table, and only two people sat inside the table.

  "Fu San, you want to practice it for me, arrange me to come to the bar, but not let me drink?" The man who bowed his head complained holding a glass of ice lemon water.

   "I believe in Buddhism and cannot drink alcohol."

  The man snorted coldly, "You don't fool me with this set, why don't you give up all the meat."

  Fu Shen lowered his head and rubbed the Buddhist beads in his hands, and did not speak. He was sitting upright and his expression was clear, his pride and self-sufficiency were incompatible with this place.

   "Fu San, you said that you are all too old, how about I'll find a few..." The person posted, "Are you open?"

  Fu Shen raised his eyebrows, "You drink more, I will send you on the road tomorrow."

"Damn, do you know how to speak? I'm going to travel. Don't be crow-mouthed." The man grinned and complained. He didn't care about his poisonous tongue. He suddenly lowered his head and pointed not far away, "Ah, that How is it? The one in the black dress looks very tender."

  Fu Shen glanced in the direction of his finger.

  How is she?

  His ex...nephew and daughter-in-law.

  Hey...It’s about to be the first meeting between the two

  Youmu is very excited.

  Speaking of Sanye, what your friend said is right, why don’t you give up all the meat.

  San Ye: You control too much...

I:…

  (End of this chapter)