Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master's Wife-Chasing Strategy Novel - Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Threatening and Bribing, Shameless Old Man

“Why don’t you call me San Ge? Okay?”

San Ge? Her first reaction in her heart was: Shameless old man.

She had only introduced him when asked about their relationship at the police station and when they met her classmates at the ski resort. After those two times, Fu Chen’s expressions weren’t very good.

Especially that night at the ski resort, he used alcohol to carry out that act.

It can’t be that I’m the root of it, right?

Do men also care about their age?

“Third Master…” Song Fengwan turned around while Fu Chen moved back half an inch.

His posture didn’t change, but he didn’t dare to go any further and was very restrained. Fu Chen had always been good at grasping his limits in this aspect.

“You call Duan Linbai Big Brother quite intimately. But with me, I’m just Third Master?”

“I’m respecting you.” Song Fengwan smiled bitterly.

At this moment, she was like a fish on the chopping board. There was nowhere for her run, and she could only feel anxious.

“Respect, but no intent to get closer?” Fu Chen tilted his head to look at her. Am I not as good as that dumb Duan Linbai?

Song Fengwan looked up at him. Get closer to him?

I’m not stupid. Why would I jump off the cliff despite looking at it?

“Third Master, I…” Just as she was about to speak…

There was another knock on the door. It was powerful and strong.

The knocks caused the door to shake slightly. Every knock made her heart tremble, and even breathing seemed difficult.

This is probably what it means to feel guilty as a thief.

“Third Master, I’m sorry to disturb you again.” It was still Qiao Xiyan.

Song Fengwan wanted to cry. Her cousin usually did things clean and straightforwardly, but why was he so unlike his usual self this time?

“Is there anything else?” Fu Chen asked as he lowered his gaze to look at her.

Her phoenix eyes were watery, and her pitiful gaze melted his heart.

“Is it convenient to go in?” Qiao Xiyan found it strange. What shameful thing does Fu Chen have that he’s not even opening the door?

Does he look down on me that much?

Fu Chen’s fingers suddenly landed on the door handle. Song Fengwan was quick and immediately hugged his arm while shaking her head vigorously.

“Well, it’s a little inconvenient. If you have something to say, just say it.”

Qiao Xiyan raised his eyebrows. This person is really as strange as the rumors say. This is the second time I’m here, but he still leaves me outside the door. It’s not quite polite.

“It’s like this. I’m bringing Wanwan back in a few days. If you have time these days, I’ll treat you to a meal.” Qiao Xiyan had only been thinking about purchasing jade earlier and had forgotten about this. Fu Chen might not be free with me suddenly inviting him. Instead, he might think that I’m not sincere.

“A meal…” Fu Chen looked at the person hugging his arm tightly, leaned close to her ear, and deliberately lowered his voice. “Are you going to call me Third Brother?”

Song Fengwan exerted force with her fingers, and the force seemed to pinch his arm so hard that it was swelling.

At such a critical moment, this person actually has the time to threaten me?

So old and so shameless.

“Third Master?” After a long time, Qiao Xiyan called out again.

“Yes or no?” Fu Chen was deliberately forcing her. He had to change her mindset so that he could succeed in the future.

Song Fengwan didn’t know if she was nervous or angry, but her face flushed red. She was already in a difficult position but still wanted to struggle a little. But now, her weakness had been grasped.

“If you’re not going to call me that, should I open the door?” Fu Chen continued to threaten her.

Song Fengwan had no choice but to beckon him with her finger. Fu Chen leaned over. Actually, it was just a form of address, so it wasn’t a big deal. She had always been good at judging the situation.

“Third Master…” Qiao Xiyan was speechless. Why did he stop talking halfway?

Fu Chen was about to straighten up and speak when Song Fengwan grabbed his collar and said like a kitten…

“San… San Ge.”

The little girl’s voice was soft and extremely gentle.

Her face is red…

… Pretty cute.

Fu Chen straightened his body and replied to Qian Xiyan, “Sure, I’m free recently. You can choose the time at your leisure.”

“Then please continue resting. Sorry to disturb you.” Qiao Xiyan turned to leave after getting Fu Chen’s answer.

Fu Chen was satisfied and stopped teasing Song Fengwan. He turned around to sit by the bed. Song Fengwan felt embarrassed and stood rooted to the ground. Her face was red, and she was anxious and angry.

“Aren’t you tired standing? Sit here and chat.” Fu Chen patted the spot beside him.

Song Fengwan shook her head. No way.

“I’m not tired. Since I promised Third Master…” When Song Fengwan met Fu Chen’s slightly dark gaze, she turned around. “I agreed to your request, so you have to keep your promise. Only we will know these things. Don’t mention them again, and don’t threaten me.

“We can settle everything in private. You can’t say anything in front of my cousin, much less threaten me with these things.”

“I’m a man of my word. Don’t worry.” Fu Chen liked this nickname a lot. He was just teasing her. How could he bear to see her be reprimanded by Qiao Xiyan?

“Then I’ll go back to my room first. Good night.” Song Fengwan immediately ran out and didn’t even close the door for him.

Fu Chen chuckled softly and got up to close the door. His mind was full of Song Fengwan’s sweet voice.

He was satisfied and had a good dream all night.

***

Because Fu Chen was going to lend his car to Qiao Xiyan, when Song Fengwan woke up the next day and went downstairs, she saw the two of them sitting on the sofa watching the morning news.

“Good morning, Cousin.”

Fu Chen lifted his eyelids. Fu Xinhan was lying on his lap, allowing him to knead the soft flesh on his neck. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his heart full of anticipation.

Song Fengwan smiled at him and called out sweetly…

“Good morning, Third Uncle.”

Fu Chen’s fingertips subconsciously exerted force. “Wuu*—*” Fu Xinhan jumped off the sofa and ran eight meters away from him.

Is he trying to strangle me to death?