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

Chapter 315 Your daughter is a thief, a frightened bum (4 more)

Yan's

Yan Zhihuan went downstairs with the manuscript. It was less than ten o'clock when the old lady came back and went shopping with her daughter-in-law. It felt different. During this time, her face was full of red.

"Shaochen, please slow down." She turned to look at Yan Shaochen who was carrying plants from the trunk of the car.

"I know."

Yan Shaochen entered the house with a pot of fortune tree in his arms.

"Grandma, you're back!" Yan Zhi laughed and ran over.

"You got up so early today?" The old lady was in a good mood, and she didn't show cold faces to anyone.

Qiao Aiyun glanced at the little girl, she didn't like her, unlike her elder sister, her eyes were not clean.

When she went out this morning, she heard the old lady talk about her family. It turned out that her father passed away early. It should be because she is used to the warmth and coldness of people, and it is normal to mature early.

As soon as the old lady sat down, Qiao Aiyun got up to help her make tea.

"Ma'am, let me come. You just came back, take a rest." Huang Ma was just about to take over.

"It's just a cup of tea, sit down." This Huang Ma is over fifty, she has the nerve to let her serve her.

Qiao Aiyun pinched a little Tieguanyin tea into a teapot like a purple sand pot, poured it into hot water...

Yan Zhihuan couldn't wait to expose Song Fengwan's "scandalous affairs", "Grandma, I want to tell you something."

"Where's Wanwan? Not here?" The old lady looked around the house, looking for Song Fengwan.

"Miss said to go for a walk on the beach, she should be back soon." Huang Ma said.

"Call her, I bought some pastries, they are still hot, let her come back and try them." The old lady smiled.

"I'll make a call right away." Huang Ma walked to the landline, picked up the phone book on the side, and found Song Fengwan's number...

"Grandma, I have something to say." Yan Zhihuan was furious, why was he still thinking about that wild girl.

"You say it, and no one stopped you." The old lady took the tea from Qiao Aiyun's hand and smiled from ear to ear. This is still a caring daughter-in-law.

When she and Yan Wangchuan went out and came back, she told him that she was thirsty, but he would only say, "Drink water when you are thirsty, why are you telling me?"

Just wanted to kill him.

Deadwood.

"Grandma, this..." Yan Zhihuan took out the manuscript from one side.

As soon as the old lady saw the manuscript, her complexion changed, she stretched out her hand and pulled it over, "Where did you get it!"

"I didn't take this, I found it from Song Fengwan." Yan Zhihuan said casually, "I saw it last night, and I thought the book was familiar, but I didn't expect it to be Uncle's design drawing."

"It's full of jewelry design drafts, many of which have never been seen before. Uncle is so precious, ordinary people would not even touch it."

"I don't know how it came to appear in her room."

Qiao Aiyun's fingers holding the purple sand pot trembled, the tea almost splashed out, design draft?

While everyone was shocked, they only heard a loud bang, Yan Shaochen smashed the flower pot, and the tiles and soil rolled all over the ground.

"Young minister, you are too careless." The old lady was surprised in her heart, but her expression was calm.

"I'll clean it up right away." Yan Shaochen was breathing a little anxiously.

Yan Zhihuan said that Song Fengwan stole things?

And it was a design manuscript, which was Yan Wangchuan's painstaking effort.

The Yan family has been able to stand for so many years because of its unique design. If this thing is lost or stolen...

The consequences could be disastrous.

"You said you found it in Wanwan's room?" The old lady randomly flipped through two pages, and it was indeed Yan Wangchuan's manuscript.

"That's right." Yan Zhihuan said innocently, "I wanted to touch her before, but my uncle scolded me to tears. Uncle is so precious, I don't know how to show up to her."

"How could Wan Wan get Wang Chuan's manuscript?" Qiao Aiyun raised her breath.

Yan Zhihuan's tone clearly said that Song Fengwan stole this thing.

The Qiao family has a lot of things like design drafts. There are more than 10,000 manuscripts left by Mr. Qiao alone. They are worthless, so how could she steal this.

"But this thing was indeed found in her room. Auntie, you run a jade shop. You know what a design draft means to a designer."

"Which designer would show his manuscript to others."

"And she hid it on purpose, which is obviously shameful!"

Qiao Aiyun didn't know how to explain, "Wanwan won't do this, the Qiao family has so many design drafts, she can't afford to take this at all."

"Can yours be the same as Yan's?" Yan's family is high-end customization, and Yutangchun is relatively down in her eyes.

Qiao Aiyun gritted her teeth, she couldn't argue with her at this time, which one of Qiao Yan's family is better, isn't this a slap in the face of Yan's family?

She suppressed her anger, "Anyway, Wanwan won't take things privately."

"Privately?" Yan Zhihuan sneered, "She is clearly stealing! Your daughter is a thief!"

"Shut up!" The old lady scolded angrily, causing Yan Zhihuan to tremble and turn pale with fright.

"Grandma, she is a thief..."

The old lady glared at her.

"How about the design draft of Qiao's family, you are not qualified to comment on it, and you are not qualified!"

Yan Zhihuan bowed his head, not daring to make a sound.

"Huang Ma, did you get through the phone at night?" The old lady squeezed the manuscript tightly.

She didn't believe that Song Fengwan would steal things, and Yan Wangchuan was a very serious person, such manuscripts were usually kept in safes, Song Fengwan probably couldn't get them.

But how to appear in her room?

Yan Zhihuan killed her again for stealing things, and all the servants in the family were there, so there must be an explanation for this matter.

"I got through. Miss will be right back." Mama Huang put the phone on hold, her nerves tensed.

"Give me the phone." In fact, the matter is very simple, if you call Yan Wangchuan, the matter will be clear, and she still understands her son's character.

And this matter is very serious, if Song Fengwan made a mistake, he would not be sideways.

The old lady called Yan Wangchuan, but she didn't get through several times.

"This Yan Wangchuan, don't answer the phone at this time!" The old lady said with a sullen face.

"Uncle should leave the factory today, it's quite noisy over there, I guess he didn't pay attention to the phone." Yan Shaochen explained.

Yan Wangchuan went to Yuncheng, and a lot of work here was handed over to his subordinates. When he came back this time, he would definitely inspect everywhere.

The old lady called his assistant again, but still no one answered, so she found someone from the company and told them to go to Yan Wangchuan immediately.

The whole living room was depressing and dull.

Fu Chen took the plane at seven o'clock and arrived at Nanjiang after ten o'clock.

Song Fengwan sat on the beach for a long time, and wanted to meet him before going back, but she didn't expect her family to call and urge her, so she had to go home first.

Fu Chen and her can only meet in the afternoon.

"Third Lord? Go back to the hotel first?" Shi Fang didn't expect that one day he would be able to come to play at his own expense, and he was a little excited.

"Where is Lin Bai?"

"I just inquired about sunbathing on the beach."

"Then go to the beach first."

Duan Linbai was wearing grassy and floral underpants today, lying on the beach, with a coconut in his hand, humming with headphones.

When Fu Chen arrived at the beach, he put on his sunglasses, looked down from above, and looked for Duan Linbai.

Even in the crowd, someone was glowing white. Fu Chen walked over and caught a glimpse of the red string hanging around his neck, making him even more sure that it was him.

This is what he gave to Duan Linbai when he was 18 years old. It is a Guanyin prayed for in the temple and blessed by the abbot. It is usually not easy to take it off.

He walked over and kicked his stomach.

Duan Linbai narrowed his eyes and looked up.

I called mmp from the bottom of my heart, whoever has no eyes, kicked me in the stomach.

Seeing a black shadow first, Fu Chen bent over and squatted down, reached out and pulled off his earphones, casually took off his sunglasses, and smiled at him.

"Lin Bai."

"Fuck, damn—" Duan Lin Bai jumped up from the ground almost all of a sudden, and the goggles almost fell off in fright.

"You... bah, no, am I blind again?"

Fu Chen put on his glasses casually, Nanjiang is like spring all year round, but the ultraviolet rays are too strong and dazzling.

"long time no see."

"Fuck!" Duan Linbai pinched his arm, this is not a dream, "Fu San...you, why are you here?"

"Looking for you." Fu Chen smiled.

"Hey..." Duan Lin Bai was so frightened that he was still in shock.

Did this person install a tracker on himself? With so many people on the beach, he rushed over like this?

It's so frightening.

"Walk with me." Fu Chen walked towards the beach.

Duan Linbai wiped his forehead with his hand.