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

Chapter 19: Entering Beijing, goodbye Fu Sanye

Chapter 19 Entering Beijing, Goodbye Fu Sanye

It takes more than seven hours to drive from Yuncheng to Beijing. Song Fengwan and Qiao Xiyan departed at more than seven o'clock. They rested for a while at two toll booths. When they arrived in Beijing, it was already evening.

"Go to Fu's house now?" Song Fengwan put the wrong question book on one side, straightened his back, "Would you like to go there tomorrow?"

It’s getting dark, and it’s time for dinner. I’m going to visit now, it’s always a bit bad.

"I've said it before, Lao Fu said that we will wait for us to have dinner." Qiao Xiyan leaned on a few cigarettes smoked at the toll booth along the way, hanging spirits.

After the car entered the capital, it was obvious that there was an increase in traffic flow.

Song Fengwan turned her head and looked out the window. This is not the first time she has come to Beijing. She used to only come to travel.

This place gathers the most powerful group of people in the country. It is prosperous and wonderful, sensual, but also the most ruthless place.

A thousand-year-old city, the history is precipitated, and it combines the modern atmosphere and features, giving birth to the unique humanistic features here.

The car passed through most of the city and arrived at a compound guarded by soldiers with guns at the door.

The iron gate is towering, majestic and solemn, high above, out of reach.

"Wait a minute." Josie got out of the car to prepare to register. It is too difficult to enter this kind of compound without permission.

"Mr. Joe?" A gray-haired old man walked over and asked in a low voice.

"I'm."

"I'm Lao Pai Fu to pick you up." He smiled and greeted the guard on one side, and the iron gate opened.

"Trouble." Qiao Xiyan has always been polite to the elderly.

The car drove into the compound, with towering Metasequoias on both sides, with green plants all over, all trimmed beautifully, and the Fu family’s house was at the innermost side.

The car stopped at the gate of the courtyard, and the two slowly walked in under the leadership of the Fu family.

"This is the house that was previously allocated. After the old man retired, he was caring and compassionate. He has always lived here. Usually, the old man and the old lady are two people." The old man explained.

Since ancient times, the Fu family have been enlightened ministers and advisers. During the war, Mr. Fu was not as famous as the founding generals who fought on the battlefield, but anyone who knows a little about history also knows that a war is not based on brute force. He personally planned many famous battles and made outstanding military exploits.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was also the chief of the above think tank, and even participated in the revision of the national law.

People are prosperous and prosperous, and their status in the country is naturally extraordinary.

The yard is not big, the ginkgo syringa, the autumn mood is strong.

Song Fengwan didn't dare to look more, looking ahead, a step was straight up.

Although she and Fu Yuxiu were engaged, they had never been to the Fu family. Originally, they had a grand engagement banquet, but at that time, the Fu family’s old lady was in poor health and the matter was put on hold.

Song Fengwan took a deep breath, inevitably feeling a little nervous in his heart, and suddenly there was a voice in his ear, "Master, man is here."

Immediately afterwards, she saw a gray-haired old man coming out from the door, dressed very plainly, but with complicated and delicate neckline embroidery, low-key and restrained.

He was solemn and majestic, wearing a pair of reading glasses, but still very energetic, especially those eyes, which were extremely sharp, but his eyes fell on Song Fengwan and became extremely loving.

"Late night?" His voice was low and hoarse, with inexplicable official power.

"Hello, Grandpa Fu." Song Fengwan cried out cleverly.

"Old Fu." Qiao Xiyan still looked coldly.

"When I saw you before, you were..." Old Master Fu stretched out his hand and gestured, "It's just that big."

Song Fengwan is surprised, when have they met?

"I guess you don't remember anymore. At that time you were young, and you were held in your arms by your grandfather. It's no good. I want to hug him." Mr. Fu smiled, "It's very hard to ride in the car. Come in. Right."

"Yeah." Song Fengwan was suspicious. Father Fu knew Grandpa? And listening to the tone, it looks familiar.

Master Fu took a look at Qiao Xiyan, "How is your father?"

"It's still the same, I'm sorry." Qiao Xiyan talked to him neither overbearing nor arrogant, not timid.

"Your family are all lunatics." Father Fu said with disgust. If they are engaged in jade carving and stone carving, if they concentrate on carving and forget to sleep and eat, it will be very laborious and extremely hurtful.

"Miss Song, have tea." The servant held up the tea, and didn't forget to look at her more.

It’s true that she came out beautifully, and her manners and conversations were decent and generous. With such a fiancé, she really didn’t understand what Master Yu Xiu had to be a demon.

At the moment, in the Liyuan on the other side, the famous Peking Opera segment "Suolin Pouch" is being sung. The people on the stage, with thick oil paint, long sleeves in Tsing Yi, and elegant and frustrated singing, win the cheers from time to time.

This play sings a story about a daughter who is in trouble and gets help from others and repays gratitude.

Fu Shenming noticed that his mother was more picky in the theater, so she liked to watch "Yutangchun" and "The Meeting of Heroes". Today, how can I listen to this drama so intriguingly.

"My third child."

"Huh?" Fu Chen tilted his head over.

"Do you think Xue Xiangling is very pitiful." The old lady looked sad and sad.

"Yeah." Fu Chen replied. This Xue Xiangling is the daughter of trouble in this play.

"You said that if you meet this kind of girl in need, would you also lend a helping hand?"

Fu Shenmo paused with the finger of the Buddhist beads, always feeling that something was wrong, "Mom, you..."

"You see, the little girl is so pitiful, why are you so hard-hearted." The old lady immediately sullen her face.

Fu Shen was helpless, just seeing the drama, how anxious and pale, as if he was about to fight with him, he couldn't make her uncomfortable for a drama, "Well, help, definitely help."

"This is what you said." The old lady suddenly smiled.

His mother did everything in order to force him to get married and blind date. Is it possible that this time he was going to get a hard-earned daughter for him?

"It's getting late, let's go back, your dad is still waiting for us to eat." The old lady got Fu Chen's promise, smiled, and walked faster than usual.

When Fu Shen and the old lady arrived at the compound, it was already sunset.

As soon as the two arrived at the door of the house, they heard Father Fu’s hearty laughter.

Fu Shen's eyes sank, and he glanced at his mother. The old lady smiled brightly at him, "The third child, there are guests at home."

Fu Shen just smiled, thinking of her mother's appearance when she was in the theater, did she really want to take the opportunity to give her a girl?

"...Your age is about the same age as our third child, are you a target?" The old man said loudly.

"Not yet." Qiao Xiyan's voice has always been cold and stern, even not emotional.

"What's going on with your young people now, and our third child is like that. After this year's birthday, he will be 27. I haven't been in a relationship until now, and I haven't even held the girl's hand."

Fu Shen twisted his eyebrows, strode into the house, and his father dared to say anything about who the **** was here.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw a little girl holding tea and smiling gently.

A few people in the house also saw the person at the door, their eyes met...

Song Fengwan got up immediately, squinted his phoenix eyes, and looked at Fu Chen, "Good grandma Fu, good third master."

The eyes are clearly narrow, like a little fox.

San Ye...

I’m getting older, but I’m actually...

Hina.

Even later, if you dare to say this to your face, you can see how San Ye will treat you.

Night night: This is the truth, even the little girl's hand has not been pulled.

San Ye: [Smile]

Late night: Sanye, you are not too young anymore, it's time to fall in love.