Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master’s Wife-Chasing Strategy Chapter 386 - Sixth Master: My House Is A Hotel?

Chapter 386: Sixth Master: My House Is A Hotel?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“That despicable and shameless person might be me.” The man’s low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
Hu Xinyue instantly felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her face alternated between pale and blue. She had just scolded him vigorously. But now, her face was ashen.
She became bewildered, and her mind went blank for a moment. She didn’t know what to say. “Th-that…”
“Xinyue?” Miao Yating was standing at the side, holding her phone, ready to call the police. “Should we inform the counselor?”
Hu Xinyue coughed twice. “Then, go ahead. Sorry to disturb you.”
With that, she hurriedly hung up.
“How is it? Is Mr. Fu coming?” Miao Yating was so anxious that her forehead was covered in sweat.
“He took Wanwan away.”
Miao Yating was stunned for a few seconds, then heaved a sigh of relief. “As long as she’s fine.”
“But I scolded him just now.” Hu Xinyue clearly remembered that this Mr. Fu had a bodyguard beside him. He was born burly and seemed to be able to eat people. She probably shouldn’t have offended him. “Ah!”
She still clearly remembered the fear and helplessness she felt when the man covered her mouth after she bumped into Fu Chen and Song Fengwan in the restroom.
Will he send someone to beat me up?
She screamed and tugged at her hair wildly. “I’m going to buy some iced bubble tea to calm down. I’m scared to death. We definitely have to get Wanwan to treat us in the cafeteria later…”
Miao Yating nodded, and the two girls walked to the dormitory together.
“Wanwan shouldn’t be coming back tonight, right?”
“Most likely not. It’s the weekend tomorrow.”
The autumn wind blew, and Hu Xinyue shuddered. She inexplicably thought of Qian Jiang’s cold and murderous face and couldn’t help hugging her roommate tightly.
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Chuanbei Jing residence…
Jing Hanchuan was already asleep. Accompanied by the dog’s fierce barking, there was a crisp knock on the door. “Sixth Master?”
“What’s the matter?” Jing Hanchuan lifted the blanket and got up. He looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was 11 p.m. When he opened the door, he was a little annoyed. Anyone who was just woken up from sleeping wouldn’t have a good expression. “What happened?”
“Third Master is here.”
“Why did he come here in the middle of the night?” Jing Hanchuan was surprised. “Did he say what it was about?”
“He said he wants to stay overnight.”
“Doesn’t he have his own house?”
Yunjin Prime Manor is so big that he can sleep in a different room every day for a week. Why did he come to my house to get a free bed?
Jing Hanchuan walked straight out and saw Fu Chen carrying Song Fengwan into the living room. His mouth twitched. What’s the meaning of this?
Woof—Fu Xinhan hadn’t seen Song Fengwan in a while, so he kept wagging his tail at her.
“Fu Xinhan.” Song Fengwan broke free from Fu Chen’s hold and bent down to tease Fu Xinhan. The little cat was sleeping at the side. It opened its eyes and looked at them before falling asleep again.
It didn’t even greet them. It was very arrogant.
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“Why did you come here at this time with… Miss Song?”
Jing Hanchuan wasn’t like those two people. One of them was unrestrained and brainless, while the other was forced under tyranny and not assertive. No matter what, he refused to call her Little Sister-in-Law.
He narrowed his eyes and sized Song Fengwan up. She was obviously drunk.
“There are a lot of reporters near our places recently, so it’s not convenient to bring her home.”
Fu Chen turned his head and looked at Song Fengwan, his eyes full of affection.
It was close to Old Master Fu’s birthday, and the reporters couldn’t find anyone else’s residence. Fu Chen lived in Yunjin Prime Manor, and the two elders of the Fu family lived in the compound. This was common knowledge, so they could only go to these two places to wait, hoping to take some rare photos of famous people.
“You can go to a hotel.” Jing Hanchuan was wearing a set of royal blue pajamas. Even when he was sleeping, he was refined and neat, not messy at all.
“I need ID for that. Recently, those reporters have been like wolves and tigers. That’s too conspicuous.” Fu Chen didn’t want his relationship with Song Fengwan to be exposed by reporters.
“Then, you…”
The corners of Jing Hanchuan’s mouth twitched.
Are you treating my house like a hotel?
You brought your wife here to stay?
Earlier, you treated my house like a pet shelter, and now, you’re treating it like a hotel?
“Where do you keep the honey? I’ll make Wanwan a cup of honey water.” Fu Chen walked straight to his kitchen, not being polite at all.
“We have hangover tea bags at home. I’ll get one for you.”
Jing Hanchuan was helpless. He took a cup and a tea bag from the cabinet beside him.
Fu Chen tore open the bag, put it in the cup, and poured in boiling water. The water instantly turned dark gray and exuded an inexplicable Chinese medicine smell.
“Just soak it for five minutes.” Jing Hanchuan crossed his arms, speechless.
Song Fengwan was still crouching on the floor and playing with the dog. Fu Chen helped her up. “Wanwan…”
“Huh?” Song Fengwan chuckled at him. “Let’s go back to our room.”
Fu Chen came back to the Jing residence to stay, and he had his own room. He helped Song Fengwan to the room and didn’t forget to ask Jing Hanchuan to bring him the sobering tea.
Jing Hanchuan’s face twitched hard. He’s treating me like a servant?
“Third Brother?”
“Hmm?”
She kept smiling foolishly at him. Fu Chen smiled dotingly and kissed her little face.
“Do I need to arrange another room for her?” Jing Hanchuan looked at the two people in front of him expressionlessly. Why are they showing off their affection in my house? Why do I have to eat dog food in my own house?
“No need.” Fu Chen rejected decisively.
Jing Hanchuan sneered. He’s worse than a beast.
“One room is enough for us,” Fu Chen said, sounding a little proud.
Jing Hanchuan raised his eyebrows. “Fu Chen?”
“Hmm?”
“I saw Miss Song kiss Fu Xinhan just now. Fu Xinhan licked her face too,” Jing Hanchuan teased.
Fu Chen’s face darkened, and he suddenly felt a burning pain on his lips. But the person in his arms was still smiling heartlessly.
…
The first thing he did when they entered the room was to wet a towel and wipe her face.
The moment Song Fengwan touched the pillow, she fell asleep.
Jing Hanchuan put the sobering tea aside. Fu Chen glanced at him. “You should sleep.”
“It’s late at night, and you’re still at my house. Pay attention to what you do.”
Fu Chen smiled. “I know.”
…
Jing Hanchuan happened to pass by and wanted to ask if he needed to get Song Fengwan a change of clothes. He could go to his mother’s room to get one, but he suddenly heard a sound from the door.
People even believe that this fellow doesn’t get close to women and will become a monk. Even if he does, he would still be an obscene monk…
He immediately turned around and left.
“Sixth Master?” A Jing family member also planned to ask Fu Chen if he needed help.
“Don’t go over. Go back to your room and sleep.” His tone was cold, as if someone owed him money.
Jing Hanchuan returned to his room with a dark expression. Bang! He slammed the door shut. So what if you have a wife? If you want to show off your affection and get a room, don’t come to my house. You’re too much.
The man scratched his head. Why is he angry?
It’s inexplicable.
After Jing Hanchuan returned to his room, he couldn’t fall asleep anymore, so he decided to watch a movie. But as soon as the movie started, the male and female leads started rolling in the sheets. Is this a horror movie?
Why is there such a scene?!
Next was the female lead’s death and the haunted mansion. Even so, there were still many female ghosts asking the male protagonist out, and there were scenes of them meeting every night. Jing Hanchuan took a deep breath.
What a rotten movie!