Novel Full Chapter 88 - Third Master vs. Senior Brother Yan, Undercurrent
Chapter 88: Third Master vs. Senior Brother Yan, Undercurrent
It was the first time Fu Chen and Yan Wangchuan met, yet Yan Wangchuan had already caught the chink in Fu Chen’s armor. It was only now did Fu Chen start to size Yan Wangchuan up seriously.
From the moment they met until now, there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.
He was well-dressed in a gray suit, and his white shirt was neatly buttoned up to the collar. He looked capable and smart. His suit jacket wasn’t buttoned up, and he didn’t wear a tie, making him look less serious.
He had few expressions and looked extremely cold.
He kept a low profile and restrained his aura. He didn’t have the snobbishness of a businessman but instead had the subtle, elegant aura of a scholar.
When he looked at Fu Chen, his gaze was sharp like a hawk.
Fu Chen had investigated the Qiao family before, but the name Yan Wangchuan didn’t show up among the people who had close relationships with the family. If he knew about it, he would definitely have made preparations beforehand.
Soon, Shi Fang knocked on the door and brought the packed meal inside. But Qiao Aiyun didn’t have much of an appetite. Yan Wangchuan looked at her and didn’t touch his chopsticks the entire time.
“Senior Brother, thank you for tonight,” Qiao Aiyun murmured. Since he had seen her in such an embarrassing situation, she couldn’t face him calmly.
“I’ll be in Yuncheng for a bit. You should take a break. If you need anything, look for me. My number hasn’t changed.” Yan Wangchuan didn’t stay long and got up to leave.
“Uncle Yan, I’ll see you off.” Song Fengwan stood up.
“You don’t need to see him off. I’m just about to leave too. I’ll go with him.” Fu Chen stood up leisurely. After the undercurrent between them just now, he had to test whether Yan Wangchuan was a friend or a foe.
***
Inside a hospital in Yuncheng…
When Song Jingren was brought in, even the doctors and nurses were shocked.
His face was so badly mangled that his facial features could barely be seen clearly. His clothes were covered in dirt and blood, making him look disheveled. There were even a few policemen following behind him.
“Doctor, please save him. Save my dad…” Jiang Fengya kept crying as she followed behind him.
“I know. Please don’t cry.” Because she was wearing a gown and covered in jewelry, the nurses couldn’t help taking a few more glances at her.
“Don’t cry anymore.” Song Jingren was already in a lot of pain, and her crying made him feel annoyed and frustrated. “I’m not dead yet!”
Jiang Fengya stopped crying and breathed quietly.
After Song Jingren was carried onto a stretcher, he called Secretary Zhang to come over. “Little Zhang.”
“President Song, what can I do for you?”
“Go investigate…” When he spoke, his heart and lungs hurt as if needles were stabbing them. “… investigate that man.”
Yan Wangchuan. How could he be related to the Qiao family?
He knew that Yan Wangchuan was Old Master Qiao’s disciple due to his name, but he had never heard Qiao Aiyun mention this person.
He had seen all of Old Master Qiao’s disciples. Other than Qiao Aiyun’s brother, all of them had average family backgrounds and were crazy people devoted to carving stones and jade.
Doing jades ruins one’s life; playing with stones makes three generations poor.
Some of them didn’t marry or have children all their lives and were devoted to jades and stones. Someone even lived in small houses with two bedrooms and a living room, but they were willing to spend hundreds of thousands of yuan to buy raw jade.
The Qiao family’s senior and junior brothers all had the arrogance of artisans. They looked down on Song Jingren, and since their paths were different, they basically didn’t interact with him.
Including Qiao Aiyun’s brother, Song Jingren had met all five of Old Master Qiao’s disciples. But Yan Wangchuan…
Where exactly did he come from?!
The Nanjiang Yan family was famous for their jewelry and wealth.
If I knew that her family had a relationship with the Yan family, I wouldn’t have…
***
On another side…
Fu Chen and Yan Wangchuan didn’t return to their hotels. Instead, they found a 24-hour cafe nearby to sit down.
There was no small talk or pleasantries, and the atmosphere was dreadfully cold.
Shi Fang was waiting not far away, absolutely speechless.
“F*ck, it’s the middle of the night. These two men aren’t sleeping but instead went to a cafe to look at each other? They’re not even f*cking talking. They’re suffocating me.
“They’ve been looking at each other for more than ten minutes. If someone didn’t know, they would think that these two were in love with each other.”
Sitting opposite him was Yan Wangchuan’s secretary, who was drinking a cup of mocha with his head lowered. When he heard Shi Fang, he almost spat out his coffee.
“Are these two planning to sit like this the entire night?”
Fu Chen was the first to speak. “Mr. Yan, you already know about my matter, so I won’t beat around the bush. What do you want?”
“Stay away from Wanwan.” Yan Wangchuan’s voice was completely different from Fu Chen’s. One of them was like green tea leaves brewed with melted snow, like the spring breeze blowing past people’s ears; while the other was like the sound of flowing water in an empty valley, containing the vicissitudes of life.
Fu Chen smiled. He’s quite direct. “The reason?”
“Wanwan is in her senior year of high school. Dating will affect her studies.”
“I can wait.”
“Your living environment is complicated. Wanwan will get hurt.”
“I will protect her.”
“You’re too old!”
These words were like a sharp sword piercing Fu Chen’s heart. Fu Chen smiled lightly. “Nowadays, there are a lot of people who get married with age differences of more than ten years. Moreover, we are only nine years apart. As for you, Mr. Yan…
“You took the trouble to come here all the way from Nanjing. You didn’t even hesitate to injure someone for Aunt Yun’s sake and go to the police station. With your status, if word got out, you know how bad the impact would be without me saying. What are you doing this for then?”
Yan Wangchuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him, his gaze cold.
“You…” Fu Chen picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip. “… like Aunt Yun.”
It wasn’t a question or speculation but an affirmation.
“Mr. Yan, our thoughts both hope that they are well. We shouldn’t become enemies.”
Yan Wangchuan rubbed his cup with his fingers, his expression calm and cold. “As expected of a member of the Fu family, you’re not afraid or shocked that I’ve caught the chink in your armor, and you still want to ally with me?”
“We have the same goal, so why not?” Fu Chen smiled. “According to the current situation, we can definitely help each other. What do you think?”
Yan Wangchuan looked at Fu Chen and had a six-word evaluation of him:
Young yet mature, cunning…
… and sly.
Even if we cooperate, I still have to be on guard against him.