Chapter 232: Third Master Was Lectured, Senior Brother Proposes Again

When Fu Chen’s phone vibrated, he had yet to return to his room.

Song Fengwan glanced at his phone instinctively. The caller ID was [Pretty Big Sister]. She burst out laughing. Is this the style of the caller IDs for his three siblings?

Fu Chen frowned. She definitely wasn’t calling him at this hour with good intentions.

He put his index finger to his lips, indicating for her not to make a sound. Then he sat up straight and picked up the call.

Before he could even greet her, the person on the other end started shouting.

“Fu Chen, what’s wrong with you? It’s freezing cold today, yet you let your nephew ride a bike outside? Has your car run out of gas? Or did it break down and can’t start anymore?

“When I called you previously, you promised me to take good care of him. Is this how you take care of him?

“Let me tell you something. If my son gets sick, I’ll hold you accountable. He came home for winter vacation. If you dare bully him, I’ll punish you when I get back.”

…

The other party didn’t care about anything else and started rambling on.

She only stopped attacking when someone brought her a glass of water.

Fu Chen pinched the center of his brows, his head aching a little. As expected, she’s aggressive.

Song Fengwan was leaning against him and could hear the person on the other side clearly. She was in slight disbelief but also gloating a little.

She had thought that with Fu Chen’s personality, he would definitely retaliate. She hadn’t expected him to open his mouth and say only three words.

“I was wrong.”

The person on the other end seemed to feel better as she said earnestly, “Fu Chen, he’s your nephew and still a child. As his uncle, you have to be more tolerant…”

Fu Chen smiled and nodded, but he had already taken out his small notebook in his mind and made a ruthless note of Shen Jinye. This brat is really capable. He just left the house, yet he already ratted on me.

“You apologized directly?” Song Fengwan was surprised.

“Regarding unreasonable people, if you explain things to her, she will list a bunch of reasons. There’s no end to it.” Fu Chen pinched his brows. He kept feeling that his elder sister was getting naggier in recent years. Could she have entered menopause?

***

When Shen Jinye returned, Fu Chen was sitting in the living room. He was carrying a big bag of things, and half his body was covered in sweat from riding the bicycle. Now that there was sufficient heating after entering the house, he couldn’t help sneezing.

“Little Uncle, it’s so late. Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“I was waiting for you.” Fu Chen smiled at him.

Shen Jinye’s hair stood on end. Why does it feel a little scary? “Why are you waiting for me?”

“I couldn’t fall asleep. Come and sit with me in the study.”

Shen Jinye smiled awkwardly. Nothing good would happen if he entered the study with him. Please let me off.

At this moment, Song Fengwan also came downstairs. She had just finished drinking her milk and came down to wash and put away the glass.

“You came at the right time. I don’t know what you like to eat, so I brought you some random snacks.” Shen Jinye wanted to buy food for himself, but there was still a little sister at home, so he was embarrassed to think only of himself.

“Thank you.” Song Fengwan didn’t dare speak much to him. She washed the glass and planned to go upstairs.

“Should I bring these snacks to your room later or what?” Shen Jinye raised an eyebrow.

“She wants to sleep soon. Bring them to my room. I’ll pass them to her tomorrow,” Fu Chen said. Not only does he want to snatch her out of the house, but he also wants to enter her bedroom? Is this brat trying to fly up to heaven?

Shen Jinye nodded. “Then I’ll go back to my room to unpack.”

But he felt that something was amiss and couldn’t put a finger on it…

Why do I have to give Song Fengwan’s things to Little Uncle so that he can bring them over to her? Wouldn’t it be the same if I bring them over tomorrow?

***

The next morning…

Shen Jinye didn’t have the habit of sleeping in, but he was obviously a little languid since he was finally on vacation. He had set his alarm for eight o’clock, but he hadn’t expected to be dragged out of bed by Fu Chen at half past five.

He said something about doing morning exercises.

Damn it. It’s not even daybreak yet. What bloody morning exercise?

After suffering for half an hour, he thought he could go back to his room to sleep.

“Come to the study with me and help me grind ink.”

It came like a bolt out of the blue.

Shen Jinye had unpacked his luggage yesterday and played a few rounds of games before sleeping at two in the morning. He had gone out to catch a cold blast of air, but he hadn’t woken up completely yet. His eyes were dull and lifeless.

Grinding ink only took a few minutes. He wanted to lean against the chair to get some sleep, but the sounds of Beijing opera came to his ears…

His head was hurting terribly, throbbing away.

He complained in his heart, itching to go up and kick him.

“Little Uncle, can we change the music?”

“Beijing opera is the quintessence of national culture, and it helps to cultivate one’s character. What? Can’t sit still anymore?” Fu Chen held his brush, moistened it, and copied a scripture.

“I…” Shen Jinye really wanted to sleep.

“Children nowadays are too impetuous and need to temper themselves.”

He dismissed him immediately with a single line.

Shen Jinye found it difficult to speak of his suffering, and a certain someone didn’t have the slightest self-awareness of disturbing others.

***

Song Fengwan’s examination started at nine in the morning. At seven, the Fu family ate on time. She looked at Shen Jinye, who had dark circles under his eyes. “You didn’t sleep well last night?”

“Heh—Try being dragged out of bed at five thirty. Ouch!” Before Shen Jinye could finish speaking, he was kicked by Fu Chen.

What kind of tone is this brat speaking with? Fu Chen raised an eyebrow. “Don’t talk while eating.”

Song Fengwan lowered her head and tried to suppress her laughter. He had probably been tortured by Fu Chen.

Why is this old man so petty? But…

He’s quite adorable.

Shen Jinye gritted his teeth. The Fu family was a prestigious family, but they didn’t have many rules. Since when did we avoid talking while eating?

He finished eating at lightning speed. “Little Uncle, I’m going upstairs first.”

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows but didn’t speak.

“Wanwan, good luck on the exam.” Shen Jinye gave her a thumbs-up.

“Thank you.” Song Fengwan lowered her head and drank the pepper soup.

At this moment, Fu Chen spoke. “Go upstairs and get changed. Send Wanwan to the examination hall with me, and then we’ll make a trip to the temple.”

A trip to the temple? Won’t we have to go up the mountain then? Shen Jinye was about to go crazy. Can’t he let me sleep for a while?

He had initially thought that Fu Chen was going up the mountain to pray for blessings, but he hadn’t expected to pick up a little monk back. The little novice monk was wearing a green shirt and was a sweet-talker too. He looked round and adorable, so Shen Jinye was happy.

Since Fu Xinhan wasn’t at home, he couldn’t walk the dog, but he could walk the child.

Shen Jinye treated him well, so Huai Sheng naturally stuck to him. On the day they brought him home, he took Huai Sheng out to play. At night, he even carried a small pillow and wanted to sleep in the same room with him.

Fu Chen was overjoyed. Huai Sheng now had someone to send him to his tutoring center, so he had gotten rid of two third wheels in one go.

Later on, Shen Jinye finally realized what it meant by ‘It’s easy to invite Buddha but difficult to send him off’.

***

Song Fengwan’s examinations over the next few days were fairly smooth. As university recruitment ended one after another, her nerves, which had been overwhelmed by the exams, gradually relaxed.

Before every exam, she would give Qiao Aiyun a routine call.

“… It’s fine as long as you feel good about it. Don’t work too hard. You have to sleep early tonight. Your health is the most important. Just do your best on the exams,” Qiao Aiyun reminded her like an ordinary parent.

“I know.” Song Fengwan was waiting to enter outside the examination hall. The cold wind even hurt her bones. “Mom, how have you and Uncle Yan been recently?”

“…” Qiao Aiyun glanced at the person beside her. Early this morning, she had gone out to buy groceries, and he had insisted on following her. Speaking of progress, since they were living under the same roof, it definitely wasn’t like in the past. She was afraid and nervous when she saw him, and there was no substantial development. “Study well. Don’t worry about adult affairs.”

“Okay.” Song Fengwan looked at the examination hall, which was already open. People were entering one after another. “I’m entering the examination hall now. I’m hanging up.”

“Don’t be nervous. You’ll definitely be fine if you perform normally…” Qiao Aiyun reminded before hanging up.

When she put away her phone, her arm accidentally bumped into the arm of the person beside her. She subconsciously moved away from him and blurted out, “Sorry.”

Yan Wangchuan turned his head to look at her. Their eyes met for a few seconds, and Qiao Aiyun could tell that he wasn’t in a good mood.

“Am I a scourge? Why are you so far away from me?”

“No…”It was entirely a conditioned reflex of her body’s instinct.

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Wangchuan suddenly reached out to grab her hand. She had just ended a call. When people reached out their hands in winter, they would inevitably feel cold. His hand was abnormally hot…

It was so hot that the back of her hand seemed to be burning.

After the two of them went to the market, Qiao Aiyun couldn’t help wanting to hide.

She was an old resident here and was familiar with the stall owners here. Recently, Yan Wangchuan had been following her out to buy groceries, so he had already attracted a lot of attention.

The incident between her and Song Jingren had caused a huge uproar. The people here were all aware that she had gotten together with another man not long after the divorce. Some people thought it was normal, but there were also people gossiping and pointing fingers behind her back.

So when the two of them went out, Qiao Aiyun was always extra careful. But at this moment, he was still holding her hand tightly and unwilling to let go.

She wasn’t a young lady in her twenties anymore, and she was flustered to hold hands in front of a crowd.

She couldn’t break free, so she could only keep hinting at Yan Wangchuan by either tugging his wrist or scratching his palm. “Senior Brother…”

“You keep scratching my palm. Are you deliberately trying to take advantage of me and seduce me?” A certain someone’s tone was calm and arrogant as usual.

Qiao Aiyun was speechless.

I’m seducing him?

This sentence is too shameless.

In the end, Qiao Aiyun couldn’t make him change his mind. The two held hands and finished grocery shopping. Along the way, Qiao Aiyun couldn’t help feeling alarmed every time she met someone she knew.

He’s already so old. Can’t he consider the influence of his actions when we go out?

Even the security guards at the gates of the community recognized Yan Wangchuan. Seeing the two return hand in hand, they smiled very bizarrely.

***

After they returned, Qiao Aiyun carried the groceries into the kitchen. Yan Wangchuan followed her in.

“Why did you come in?”

“I have something to say to you.”

“What?” It was still too early to cook. Qiao Aiyun put the vegetables they were not planning to eat for the time being in the fridge and walked out of the kitchen. “Let’s talk outside.”

She sat on the sofa to rest and catch her breath, and Yan Wangchuan sat beside her. His face was cold and stern, and his eyes were even colder, as though he wanted to eat her up.

Qiao Aiyun moved a little to the side and reached out to tuck the hair on one side of her face behind her ear, feeling flustered from him looking at her.

But when she shifted half an inch, he moved an inch closer, pushing his luck even more until he forced her to the corner of the sofa.

“What are you doing?” Yan Wangchuan frowned.

Qiao Aiyun was dumbfounded.

This person is really…

I should be the one asking this. As the guilty party, he’s complaining first?

“What do you want to say?” Qiao Aiyun felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

“I want to discuss changing a different title with you.”

“Huh?” Qiao Aiyun hadn’t expected him to suddenly say this and was stunned.

“When we’re together in the future, you can’t keep calling me Senior Brother.”

Qiao Aiyun smiled sheepishly. “Then, what should I call you? Mr. Yan?”

“Wangchuan or…

“Husband.

“You’ll have to call me this sooner or later. You can get used to it in advance.”

Qiao Aiyun’s head buzzed. First, the two of them weren’t married. Second, they hadn’t even registered for a marriage certificate. He’s gotten into the role way too quickly. Do I still need to get used to something like this?

“Choose one.” Yan Wangchuan wasn’t discussing this with her at all and was clearly forcing her to change how she addressed him.

She knew his personality too well. He wouldn’t stop until he achieved his goal. She could only force herself to do it. “Then, I’ll call you Wangchuan in the future.”

“One more thing.”

Qiao Aiyun’s head was already spinning. Why does he have so many things to settle every day?

“Ten days have passed. When do you intend to get our marriage certificate?”

Qiao Aiyun’s heart skipped a fierce beat, and the corners of her lips twitched hard. Why is this person mentioning this issue again?

“I can’t wait anymore,” Yan Wangchuan said again.

Qiao Aiyun took a deep breath and tilted her head to look at the person beside her. “Senior Brother, I…”

A certain someone’s eyes darkened, looking displeased.

“Wangchuan,” Qiao Aiyun corrected. “You keep asking me when we’re going to get the certificate. Even if this is considered a proposal, who proposes like you? Your tone makes it sound like I owe you something.”

“You owe me a marriage certificate,” Yan Wangchuan said earnestly.

Qiao Aiyun gritted her teeth. Why is he always able to say seductive words when least expected? “This isn’t the first time already. Your tone is really hard for me to accept.”

He looked as though he was demanding repayment of a debt, and his face was so cold too. No one could tell that he was discussing getting married and applying for a certificate.

“My tone?” Yan Wangchuan was used to speaking like this, so he was unaware.

“Forceful and domineering, you appear very fierce and frightening.”

“In that case, will you agree to marry me if I’m gentler?”