Wanwans Lie, Cousin is Suspicious
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Yunjin Prime Manor…
Fu Chen’s room…
The two of them were sitting and talking intimately, but Song Fengwan’s phone vibrated at an inopportune time. They looked at each other.
"Are you answering?" Fu Chen smiled.
Song Fengwan bit her lip. "Answering. I’m afraid it’s my cousin."
As soon as she brought up Qiao Xiyan, it was as if winter became freezing, and most of the charming and gentle atmosphere disappeared.
Fu Chen helped her take out her phone. The caller ID was [Cousin].
It really was Qiao Xiyan.
Song Fengwan straightened her body and cleared her throat before answering the phone. "Hello, Cousin."
"Have you gone back? I just finished checking here. If you haven’t left yet, I’ll pick you up there." Qiao Xiyan’s voice was heavy and cold.
"No need. I’ve already gone back," Song Fengwan said hurriedly.
"At the dormitory?"
"Yes."
"Why is it so quiet?" Qiao Xiyan’s phone was on speakerphone, and his fingers were on the steering wheel as he drove to Ninth Mansion. When he found out that she was already back, he wanted to turn the car around and return to Yishui Community.
"My roommates are asleep."
"Okay, then I won’t disturb you. Rest early. You drank a lot tonight. If you feel uncomfortable, I’ll bring you some hangover medicine."
"No thanks. I’m already undressed and in bed."
While Song Fengwan answered the call, Fu Chen took out his jacket from the closet, wrapped it around her, and then went straight to the bathroom.
The Qiao father and son would leave tomorrow, so they would definitely have their last meal with Song Fengwan. It wouldn’t be too late to get closer to her after they left. The main reason was that when Fu Chen heard Qiao Xiyan, he thought of the green brick he had given him today…
His back felt a little cold.
After finishing the call, Song Fengwan went to take a shower. When she came out…
Fu
Song Fengwan had painted an oil painting of a winter scene for him. The colors were very bright, and his room was on the cold side. When hung up, it seemed like the entire room’s style had changed, but they complemented each other.
"You want to hang it here?" Song Fengwan picked up the glass of milk and took two sips.
"Not good?"
"People will see."
"No one will come to my room."
…
After Fu Chen hung up the painting, it was almost midnight. Song Fengwan snuggled into his embrace and said before sleeping, "Happy birthday."
Fu Chen kissed her forehead.
After having her, his birthdays for the past two years had been quite happy.
***
The Qiao father and son planned to leave after lunch. Song Fengwan originally wanted to wake up early in the morning and return to the dormitory. This way, they wouldn’t notice anything.
But some things didn’t always go as smoothly as expected.
Qiao Xiyan had gotten up early in the morning to pack his luggage. He thought that Song Fengwan had drunk a lot of alcohol yesterday and bought breakfast for her. He also got some hangover medicine and prepared to bring them to her.
But no one answered her phone. Qiao Xiyan had no choice but to call her roommates.
At this moment, it was just past seven in the morning. When Hu Xinyue saw the caller ID, she was a little puzzled. She looked at Song Fengwan’s bed again. She didn’t return yesterday. "Hello, Mr. Qiao…"
When she started school, Qiao Xiyan had treated her to a meal. At the time, he had added her contact information, hoping that if an emergency happened to Song Fengwan, Hu Xinyue would inform him in time. This was the first time the two of them had spoken on the phone.
"Sorry to disturb you so early."
"No, no, it’s fine!" This was her idol’s grandson. Hu Xinyue crawled out of bed and got up.
"Can you call Wanwan for me? I’m downstairs in your dormitory."
"Wanwan…" Hu Xinyue just woke up, so she was a little dizzy. She blurted out…
"She didn’t come back last night?"
"What did you say?" Qiao Xiyan tightened his grip on the convenience bag in his hand.
"I…"
Hu Xinyue immediately realized that she might have done something bad, but…
Song Fengwan wasn’t in the dormitory at the moment, so she couldn’t call Song Fengwan out at all. She couldn’t hide this matter at all.
"Sorry, I didn’t hear what you said just now. Could you say that again?" Qiao Xiyan clenched his fists tightly.?Not in the dormitory?
"Xinyue…" Because it was the weekend, Miao Yating wasn’t out of bed yet. When she heard the noise, she was woken up. She turned to look at Hu Xinyue. "What’s wrong? Who called?"
Hu Xinyue was about to cry.
F*ck!
I’m in trouble!