Young Master Fu's Unexpected Cute Wife

Seeing that Yan Wan had not moved at all, the two servants under Wen Xue's command dragged Yan Wan upstairs to her room and locked the door behind them.

Nighttime rubbed his stinging face and sneered.

It seemed like the Yan family did not know that when she entered and left the First Grade Garden, she was like a primary school student that was about to report to her. If she did not return at night, wouldn't Steward Lin look for someone? At that time, she would no longer be the one to take responsibility for the Yan family!

"Meng Rou, why don't you hide?" Wen Xue had a guilty conscience. Her daughter was once Fu Sihan's wife.

"Mommy, I've met Fu Sihan before. Back at the Fu Family Mansion, he was Linchuan's uncle." "Besides, I deliberately avoided him. What if I attracted his attention?"

When Yan Meng Rou heard the words "Fu family's third young master", her heart stopped beating.

That man with a strong aura, an arrogant demeanor, and eyes as cold as ice yet as deep as the sea made her want to see him for some inexplicable reason, even though she knew that his mask hid an ugly face.

However, it was precisely this kind of man that would cause one to have an uncontrollable desire to conquer him!

"Makes sense." Wen Xue nodded.

Downstairs.

"Third Young Master Fu, why have you come!" Yan Gaoqing stepped forward with a smile plastered across his face.

Wen Xue and Yan MengRou followed behind him with smiles on their faces.

Although Yan Wan had married Fu Sihan, the Yan Clan did not dare to call themselves the Yue Clan in front of Fu Sihan. Even they had to respectfully address themselves as "Third Young Master."

Fu Sihan, wearing a silver mask, alighted from a Pagni Huayra and quickly swept his gaze around. "What about late?"

"I was tired tonight and fell asleep in my room," Yan Gaoqing was very glad for Wen Xue's quick wit, "Third Young Master, did you come to catch up late?"

Fu Sihan saw too many flattering and fawning people and ignored Gao Qing.

Even after being rejected, the smile on Yan Gaoqing's face didn't waver, "Third Young Master, you only fell asleep late at night. Why don't you come in and I'll let Wen Xue call you late?"

Fu Sihan nodded his head, mockery flashing across his ice-cold eyes.

He had only arrived about half an hour later than Yan Haoran. Did she just go to bed when she came back?

Third Young Master, come. Come and eat some fruits." Wen Xue glanced at Fu Sihan a few times. Such a strong aura was worthy of a famous young genius. It was a pity, a pity. If not, Meng Rou's husband would have been a perfect match.

Yan Gaoqing gave Wen Xue a look. Wen Xue understood and secretly told the servant to go get the cold compress tools and cosmetics. She was prepared to go upstairs later to quickly fix Yan Wan's face.

"Daddy, Third Young Master is a business prodigy. Didn't you say that you couldn't decide on a project before? Why don't you take this opportunity to let Third Young Master check on it?" Yan MengRou whispered to Yan Gaoqing.

Gao Qing had this intention in mind. He let his daughter entertain Fu Sihan first before returning to his study to retrieve the bid.

"Third Young Master, do you know about your sister's interview with RK Media?" Yan MengRou picked up a grape and placed it in front of Fu Sihan with two fingers as smooth as spring. "Third Young Master, please enjoy."

Fu Sihan glanced at the grape but didn't accept it. "I know."

Yan MengRou's hands awkwardly stopped there, "Young Master Fu, as the owner of this house, it is my duty to serve you."

"You are not worthy." The corners of Fu Sihan's lips curled up in a mocking smile.

Yan MengRou gritted her teeth in anger and threw the grapes into the trash can. She endured the humiliation and retorted, "Then do you know what I saw during the interview with the RK Media?"