The electric kettle in the hotel was boiling the water. The cold water was heated and steaming, and the gurgling sound was a little ear-piercing.

Song Fengwan sat obediently, not daring to raise her head to look at Fu Chen at all.

The silence in the room finally broke when his phone rang.

"Third Master, your phone."

"Who's calling?" Fu Chen narrowed his eyes. Who would call me at this hour?

"The caller ID is Duan Lang1." Song Fengwan stared at his phone. Duan Lang? The young master of the Duan family?

"Help me answer it." Fu Chen just finished packing up the meal box, so his fingers were stained with oil, and he was washing his hands.

Song Fengwan cleared her throat, swiped on the phone, and put the call on speaker. Before she could speak, the person on the other end started shouting…

"Third Fu, you're really no fun. Where did you go in the middle of the night? I couldn't fall asleep, so I ordered barbeque skewers and beer and went to find you to chat. You're not in your room?"

"Erm…" Song Feng hesitated. "Third Master is busy now, so he can't answer."

The other person was stunned for a few seconds. He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly smiled. "You're the little sister from the Song family, right?"

Fu Chen's eyes narrowed. Little sister? This fellow is taking advantage of me in disguise. His skin must be itching.

"I'm Song Fengwan."

"My name is Duan Linbai. I'm Third Fu's good friend. We met tonight. Do you have any impression of me? I was the fairest there."

Song Fengwan burst out laughing. "Yes, I remember."

She still remembered what Fu Chen had told her before—the fair butt. She had a deep impression of him.

"Is it convenient for us to exchange numbers or WeChat IDs? It'll be easier for us to contact each other in the future."

Fu Chen gritted his teeth. I let it pass that he made eyes at her at the Song family house, but now he actually wants her phone number?

Song Fengwan had a good impression of him, and he was also Fu Chen's friend, so he definitely wasn't a bad person. Since he asked, it wasn't good for her to reject him, so she told him her phone number. "My WeChat ID is just my phone number."

"Alright, since Third Fu is with you, I won't disturb you anymore. I'll go back to my room to eat the skewers by myself.

"But little sister, let me remind you. You still have to be careful about Third Fu. He looks serious, but he's not a good person when he does certain things."

"Let's meet another day. Big Brother Duan will bring you out to have fun. I'll treat you to skewers."

With that, he hung up.

Song Fengwan looked at Fu Chen with an innocent expression. A certain someone's face was dark, as if he was going to kill someone and set him on fire.

She sat at the side anxiously, lowered her head, and swiped her phone with her fingers.

A few seconds later, someone added her on WeChat.

The ID was 'Little White Dragon in the Waves', with the signature, 'Living the Life'.

Song Fengwan burst into laughter. No wonder Fu Chen calls him Duan Lang. He's really unrestrained.

After adding her as a friend, Duan Linbai sent an emoji. She replied with one, and the two of them didn't speak anymore.

Song Fengwan felt that this person was very interesting, so she searched him up on Weibo. Her intuition told her that since this person was so frivolous, he must have a Weibo account, unlike Fu Chen, who had just started using WeChat.

As expected, when she searched for Duan Linbai, a related account immediately appeared.

His Weibo username was actually quite proper. It was just 'Duan Linbai', and his profile description was just some company's director and the like. He had more than 60 million fans.

Song Fengwan opened up his Weibo, and the pinned post was:

[Follow so you don't get lost. Big Brother Duan will hit the gas and bring you to the highway.]

Song Fengwan laughed and quietly clicked on the follow button. This person is so interesting.

"What are you laughing about?" Fu Chen brought the hot water over.

"Your friend is so interesting."

"He fell off a tree when he was young."

"Huh?" Song Fengwan looked at his Weibo and almost burst into tears from laughing.

"He hit his head, so he's not very normal. Don't listen to or believe what he says."

"Oh." Song Fengwan focused on browsing through Weibo, sweeping away her gloominess.

This Duan Linbai is simply a treasure boy1. Oh?

He has a fan chat group and a fan club. I want to join one…

***

Song Fengwan browsed through Weibo quietly while Fu Chen watched from the side, his eyes full of affection.

It was not until the doorbell rang that Song Fengwan came back to her senses. "My mother and Uncle Yan must be back."

She was so focused on browsing Weibo that she almost forgot about the serious matter.

"I'll open the door." Fu Chen got up and walked out.

Qiao Aiyun and Yan Wangchuan had just recorded their statements. As there were surveillance cameras nearby, they didn't take long before coming out of the police station. The two of them didn't rest and directly returned to the hotel to see Song Fengwan first.

The moment the door opened…

Qiao Aiyun was stunned. "Fu Chen, why are you here?"

"I heard that something happened, so I came over to take a look." Fu Chen's and Yan Wangchuan's eyes met. One of them had a smile in his gaze, while the other's was as cold as frost.

"Thank you for being concerned about us and coming over in the middle of the night."

"Aunt Yun, please come in first. I ordered some food, and it should be here soon." When they left the police station, Fu Chen had received the news and could naturally make preparations early.

"How can that do? We've troubled you too much." Although Qiao Aiyun was smiling, she looked tired.

"Mom, how was it? Are you alright?" Song Fengwan came out in her slippers.

"It's fine."

"Uncle Yan, please come in quickly too." Song Fengwan motioned for Yan Wangchuan to enter.

***

The four of them sat around the coffee table on the two-seater sofas. Qiao Aiyun and Song Fengwan sat together, and Fu Chen and Yan Wangchuan naturally sat beside each other.

"Hello, I'm Fu Chen." Fu Chen extended his hand and greeted him first.

"Yan Wangchuan." He reached out his hand and held Fu Chen's.

"I've heard a lot about you." Fu Chen had indeed heard of him, but he hadn't had the chance to meet him. "It's our first time meeting each other."

"It's not the first time." Yan Wangchuan's gaze was cold.

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

"We were on the same flight. I was sitting behind you."

"Is that so? What a coincidence." Qiao Aiyun didn't seem to notice the undercurrent between the two of them. She even smiled and said that they were fated.

On the other hand, Fu Chen could clearly feel Yan Wangchuan holding his hand tightly, as if he was warning him. He lowered his voice. "I heard what you and your friend said on the plane."

Yan Wangchuan had no intention of eavesdropping. But it was just that he looked a lot like Old Master Fu, and the people accompanying him had called him Third Master.

Having guessed his identity and seeing him go to the Song family mansion and appear in Song Fengwan's room now, he connected these things together. And it was obvious who the Little Sister-in-Law mentioned was.

Fu Chen smiled and didn't say anything.

Seems like…

I'm being threatened for the first time in my life. This feels…

… pretty novel.

The word '浪' (Lang) normally means 'waves' in English, but it can also mean that someone or something or some action is unrestrained or dissolute.The phrase '寶藏男孩' is a popular Chinese internet phrase and can refer to a male who has an interesting soul or praiseworthy places.'