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

"It's mine if I die."

The man's tone was somber, like a howling wind in early winter, piercing his heart.

Qianjiang's moves are fierce and ruthless, and each strike is aimed at the most deadly place.

"Hurry up and stop!" Jiang Fengya hurriedly ran over to protect him.

Qianjiang didn't hit the woman, so he stopped.

"Dad, how are you..." Jiang Fengya was so anxious that her tears fell. His face was full of blood, his eyes were dark blue, and the corners of his mouth were cracked, and he was no longer the same as before.

Song Jingren has lived for so long, he is usually at home, and there are people who take care of him for food and clothing. Where did he suffer this crime, he looked at a few people not far away.

Yan Wangchuan was lowering his head to help Song Fengwan check the scratches on his palm, obviously an old acquaintance.

"Qiao Aiyun, you actually brought a helper, why wait for me, I won't let you go!"

He shouted hysterically threateningly.

Yan Wangchuan glanced at him, this man's eyes were too aggressive, deep like a well, like a sharp dagger, able to cut her open inch by inch, making him numb and horrified.

Qiao Aiyun happened to be on the other side of Song Fengwan and lowered her head to ask her where she was hurt. The three of them fought side by side, but they felt like a family.

"Go to the hospital and deal with it." Song Fengwan had some sand and stones embedded in her palm, and mottled wounds spread all over her palm.

"Yeah." Song Fengwan nodded.

"Go." Yan Wangchuan pointed to his car not far away and motioned for the two to follow him.

"I'll tell you Qiao Aiyun, it's not over, huh--I knew you had a man outside, you were restless at home, and you thought about going out to work all day, so you went out to find this concubine..."

Song Jingren was furious, his words were harsh, and his words hurt people.

Rao told himself not to be angry, Qiao Aiyun was still trembling with anger.

"...Nothing to say, you still want my property, let me tell you, the door is... ow--" Song Jingren was half-kneeling on the ground.

The whole person fell straight back, Jiang Fengya was so weak that he couldn't help him at all, instead he took a few steps back to protect himself.

"Continue." Yan Wangchuan's eyes were cold and chilled.

"Who the hell are you!" Song Jingren had never seen this man at all.

Yan Wangchuan didn't speak, he raised his foot and continued to kick him, Song Jingren screamed in pain.

People don't talk much.

It's all dry.

If he hadn't said these words, Qiao Aiyun might have persuaded her. At this moment, her heart was so hurt that she looked at him coldly, and she felt that her mouth was as miserable as having eaten Huanglian.

Yan Wangchuan had had enough, took out a box of business cards from his pocket, and threw one to him.

"My name is Yan Wangchuan, come to me if you have something."

Song Jingren was beaten so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

Qianjiang has been looking at him, and was stunned when he heard him report his family.

From Nanjiang Yan's family?

Their family makes high-end jewelry and jade, and they have no business relationship with Fu Shen. Yan Wangchuan has only heard of it, but has never seen it.

This person is in his forties, and he is still unmarried. He is very low-key and is said to be not good at words, so he rarely goes out to socialize.

The old man of the Qiao family plus his own son and five apprentices, all of whom have changed their names, and the name alone can tell what their origins are with the Qiao family.

Song Jingren heard the name, his pupils dilated, and he was too frightened to speak.

Yan Wangchuan glanced at Jiang Fengya out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly reached out to her.

Jiang Fengya was stunned, but seeing Song Jingren's reaction, she knew that this person was not easy to mess with, especially those eyes, which made people tremble.

"...Wh, what?"

"It's on the neck." Yan Wangchuan looked stern, looking extremely difficult to get along with.

Jiang Fengya took off the necklace and handed it to him, Yan Wangchuan took the necklace and threw it to his secretary, "It's dirty, wash it well."

The secretary looked down. Isn't this the manuscript paper given by Master Qiao a few years ago and entrusted to his family to customize the necklace?

Yan Wangchuan turned around and looked at Qiao Aiyun, "Go, take Wanwan to the hospital."

After the group left, Secretary Zhang came out of the room and helped Song Jingren up with Jiang Fengya.

"Dad, they're too much too."

"Shut up for me!" Song Jingren was furious, "If it wasn't for you, how could I have ended up in this field, even a man couldn't keep it."

Jiang Fengya was stunned, he wasn't like this before.

"Mr. Song, do you want to call the police?" Secretary Zhang asked in a low voice.

"What's the matter with calling the police? It's not ashamed enough."

"Then I'll call an ambulance for you."

As soon as Secretary Zhang finished speaking, a siren sounded not far away, accompanied by the rotating red and blue lights, obviously coming here.

"Why are the police here!" Song Jingren was furious.

"I... I just called the police." Jiang Fengya said timidly.

"I'll be killed by you sooner or later!" If Song Jingren hadn't been beaten, he wouldn't be able to lift his hands, he really wanted to slap her.

This unfortunate thing, do you think he is not ashamed enough?

**

Yuncheng Huaxi Hotel

Fu Chen looked down at the phone, the corners of his mouth pursed, as if stained with a layer of frost, very cold.

All are messages from Qianjiang.

[Song Jingren pushed Miss Song and she was injured. 】

[Blood on his hands, he was sent to the hospital. 】

[The police are here, and Miss Song is crying. 】

...

Fu Chen made a direct phone call, and Qian Jiang briefly explained the matter to him, his eyes darkening.

"How is the situation over there?"

"Ms. Qiao and Mr. Yan are taking notes and confessions at the police station. Miss Song is treating her wounds in the hospital. The police are questioning her inside. After a while, I will take her back to the hotel directly."

"Deliberately hurt someone, don't allow bail, let him in for a few days first, and..." His voice sank a little, "Tell me about that Yan Wangchuan."

This point appeared, obviously not accidental.

**

Yuncheng Yueran Hotel

The hotel where Song Feng stayed late was very close to the hospital. She had just returned to her room to rest, her mind was in a mess, and she was about to call to ask about the situation of Qiao Aiyun's police station when the doorbell rang...

"Who is it?" It was past eleven o'clock at night.

No one answered, but the doorbell kept ringing.

She walked to the door and looked cautiously through the cat's eyes...

It was Fu Chen.

Senior brother is really ruthless and less talkative, just use it directly, haha~

The third master is distressed. He came to send warmth in the middle of the night...

However, the live broadcast mode of Qianjiang reporting work will be beaten by the third master sooner or later, haha

**

It's the last day of this round of pk. The results should be released at noon or in the afternoon. I'll ask for another collection, message, ticket, and reward~

I'm in a very complicated mood now, waiting for the grades to be the worst o(╥﹏╥)o