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

It takes more than seven hours to drive from Yuncheng to the capital. Song Fengwan and Qiao Xiyan set off at more than 7:00. They rested for a while at the two toll stations in the middle. When they arrived in the capital, it was already evening.

"Go to Fu's house now?" Song Fengwan put the set of wrong questions at hand to one side, and straightened her waist, "Why don't you go there earlier?"

It's getting dark, and it's time for dinner. It's not good to visit now.

"It was agreed before, Mr. Fu said to wait for us to have dinner." Qiao Xiyan leaned on a few cigarettes he smoked at the toll booth along the way, hanging on to his spirits.

After the car entered the capital, it was obvious that the traffic flow increased.

Song Fengwan tilted her head and looked out the window. It was not the first time she had come to the capital, she had only come here for tourism before.

This place gathers the most powerful group of people in the country.

The thousand-year-old ancient city, with historical precipitation, integrates the modern atmosphere and features, and gave birth to the unique cultural features here.

The car drove through most of the city before arriving at a compound guarded by soldiers with guns at the entrance.

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

"Wait a minute." Qiao Xiyan got out of the car and was going to register. It was too difficult to enter this kind of compound without permission.

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

"I'm."

"I was sent by Mr. Fu to pick you up." He smiled and greeted the guards on the side, and the iron gate opened in response.

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

When the car drove into the compound, there were towering Metasequoia on both sides, green plants all over, and they were all trimmed to look good.

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

"This is the house allocated by the above. After the old man stepped down, he was caring and considerate, and he has always lived here. Usually there are only two people, the old man and the old lady." The old man explained.

Since ancient times, the Fu family has been all powerful ministers and advisers. During the war, although Mr. Fu was not as famous as those founding generals who fought on the battlefield, anyone who knows a little about history also knows that a war is not just about brute force. He personally planned many famous battles and made outstanding military achievements.

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

The population is prosperous, and it has won the peak, and its status in the country is naturally extraordinary.

The yard is not big, with ginkgo and red osmanthus, the autumn is strong.

Song Fengwan didn't dare to look at it any more, and looked ahead, one step went straight up.

Although she and Fu Yuxiu were engaged, they never officially came to Fu's house. Originally, they had a grand engagement banquet, but at that time, the old lady of Fu's family was not in good health, and the matter was put on hold.

Song Fengwan took a deep breath and felt a little nervous in her heart. Suddenly, a voice came from her ear, "Old man, someone is here."

Immediately afterwards, she saw an old man with gray hair and gray hair coming out of the door, dressed in extremely simple clothes, but with complicated and delicate hand embroidery on the neckline, low-key and restrained.

He was solemn and dignified, wearing a pair of reading glasses, but he was still in good spirits, especially those eyes, which were extremely sharp, but when their eyes fell on Song Fengwan, they became extremely loving.

"Late night?" His voice was low and hoarse, revealing an inexplicable official prestige.

"Hello Grandpa Fu." Song Fengwan called out obediently.

"Elder Fu." Qiao Xiyan still looked cold.

"When I saw you before, you were..." Mr. Fu gestured with his hand, "you're only that big."

Song Fengwan was surprised, when did they meet?

"I guess you don't remember either. At that time, you were still young and were held in your grandfather's arms. It's not good for a baby. He wouldn't even want to hug him." Old Master Fu smiled, "It's hard to take the car, come in quickly. Bar."

"Well." Song Fengwan was suspicious, did Mr. Fu know his grandfather? And the tone sounds familiar.

Mr. Fu glanced at Qiao Xiyan, "How is your father lately?"

"It's still the same, please remember." Qiao Xiyan spoke to him neither humble nor arrogant, without the slightest timidity.

"Your family are all lunatics." Old Master Fu said with disgust, if they are engaged in jade carving and stone carving, if they devote themselves to carving, sleep and eat, it will be very laborious and extremely hurt.

"Miss Song, have some tea." The servant held the tea and gave her another look.

She is indeed beautiful, and her manners and speeches are decent. With such a fiancée, I really don't understand what kind of demon Master Yuxiu wants to be.

**

At the moment, in the Liyuan on the other side, the famous Peking Opera segment "Suo Lin Sang" is being sung. The people on the stage, with thick oil paint, Tsing Yi water sleeves, and elegant and stunned singing, won the applause from time to time.

This play sings the story of a daughter who is in distress and gets help by righteousness and repays her kindness.

Fu Chen squinted his eyes, his mother was quite picky about watching dramas, and she liked to watch "Jade Church Spring" and "The Heroes Meeting". No matter how I listened to this drama today, I was so fascinated.

"Old third."

"Huh?" Fu Chen tilted his head.

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

"Yeah." Fu Chen replied, Xue Xiangling is the daughter of the calamity in this play.

"You said that if you met a girl who needed help like this, would you also lend a helping hand?"

Fu Chen rubbed his fingers on the Buddha beads and paused, always feeling that something was wrong, "Mom, you..."

"You see how pitiful the little girl is, how can you be so hard-hearted." The old lady immediately sullen.

Fu Chen was helpless, he just saw the play, how could he be so anxious that he was going to fight with him, he couldn't possibly make her uncomfortable because of a play, "Well, help, definitely help."

"That's what you said." The old lady suddenly smiled.

His mother did everything she could to force him to get married and have a blind date. Could it be that she was going to get him a daughter in distress this time?

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

**

When Fu Chen and the old lady arrived at the compound, it was already dusk.

As soon as the two arrived at the door of the house, they heard Old Master Fu's hearty laughter coming from inside.

Fu Chen'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 Chen just smiled, remembering what his mother looked like when he was watching the play, could it be that he really wanted to take the opportunity to stuff her with a girl?

"...You are about the same age as the third child in our family, have you dealt with someone?" The old man's voice was loud.

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

"What's going on with your young people now? Our third child is also like this. He's 27 after his birthday this year. So far, he hasn't been in love, and he hasn't even held the little girl's hand."

Fu Chen frowned and strode into the house. Who is this person? Father really dared to say anything.

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

Several people in the house also saw the person at the door, and their eyes met...

Song Fengwan stood up immediately, squinting her phoenix eyes, and looked at Fu Chen, "Good morning, Grandma Fu, hello third master."

His eyes were clearly narrow, like a little fox.

Third Master...

At an age, it is actually a...

young.

Wanwan, do you dare to say this to your face? Let's see how the third master will treat you.

Wanwan: It's true, I didn't even hold the little girl's hand.

Third Master: [smile]

Wanwan: Third Master, you are not too young, it is time to fall in love.

Third Master: [continue to smile]

Wanwan: Third Master, what type do you like? Can't be too picky.

Third Master: Soon you will know...