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Chapter 320 [Memories] Chuan Yao 2
"How do you know so much? I remember you haven't been abroad for very long, have you? And your two families don't really keep in touch. Wait, I seem to remember there was a marriage agreement, it was between your nephew and Little Rabbit... cough, Miss Wen's childhood betrothal?"
Sensing Fu Qianchuan's attitude, his friend naturally stopped showing any unwarranted contempt.
"It's still far from over, so don't bring it up again. It's not good for the young lady's reputation," Fu Qianchuan said calmly.
He did not reveal that the two families had indeed arranged a marriage between their descendants in the generation of Grandpa Fu and Grandma Wen.
His fiancée was Wen Yao.
These old stories are long forgotten. Moreover, Fu Qianchuan has seen Wen Yao's information and knows that there is a big age gap between them. What right does he have to waste the young girl's youth?
My friend carefully considered her words and tentatively asked:
"Even without a marriage agreement, she's still the younger sister of a family with whom we have a long-standing friendship. Are you just going to stand by and watch?"
Young Master Zhou is no saint when it comes to pure love. I heard his last girlfriend almost got pregnant, and it was his mother who acted decisively and paid for her to have an abortion…
The Wen family has a long lineage; Fu Qianchuan and Wen Yao are of the same generation.
All things considered, it's perfectly legitimate for Wen Yao to call Fu Qianchuan "brother".
“She can handle it.” Fu Qianchuan’s eyes were deep and thoughtful. “I believe in her.”
Friend: ?
"Could she be one of those female protagonists from the 'My Grandma Loves to Listen to' stories, the kind who's about to have her secrets revealed like an onion?!"
"……intuition."
Friend: ? ? ?
...
"Okay, I promise you." Wen Yao's voice was nasal after catching a cold, sounding soft and harmless.
Young Master Zhou's mouth was crooked from smiling.
"Come on, I'll teach you the correct shooting posture: feet shoulder-width apart..."
Wen Yao did as instructed, and her posture was surprisingly standard.
Young Master Zhou's plan to hug her from behind and instruct her on the correct posture immediately fell through.
But he still lacked confidence, his gaze falling on Wen Yao's left hand holding the gun: "You're holding it wrong, let me adjust it for you..."
Before his hand could even touch the girl's small hand, a loud "bang" startled him so much that his legs went weak.
"Ancestor! Take it easy! These are real guns and bullets!"
Young Master Zhou felt a wave of fear wash over him.
But just now, Wen Yao slightly veered off course, and the gun barrel hit his palm!
Wen Yao suddenly realized: "Really? Is that so?"
I always felt she was pretending to be stupid...
No, judging from her appearance, she looks like a naive and innocent girl!
It's no problem to grab it and snap it in half!
"See? You didn't listen to me, and now you've missed. I'll teach you all my secret techniques right now..."
Young Master Zhou was about to cling to her again.
"Bang, bang, bang."
Wen Yao fired three shots in quick succession, and each shot hit the bullseye!
The machine's announcements echoed throughout the entire shooting range.
Young Master Zhou stammered, "You...you can shoot...why didn't you say so sooner!"
This marksmanship is so much better than his!
Wen Yao looked completely innocent: "You didn't ask."
"..."
"Pfft, this kid's face turned green. I need to take a few more pictures." His friend snapped away with his phone. "You know what, Miss Wen has a knack for making people furious."
Fu Qianchuan chuckled lightly: "It's still early."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
The next second, a sudden change occurred—
Wen Yao turned the gun around and aimed it at Young Master Zhou.
Just moments ago, Young Master Zhou was charming girls with ease, but now he was terrified: "Wenwen, Wenyao, what are you doing...?"
Wen Yao blinked: "I'm practicing my posture."
Young Master Zhou swallowed hard: "It's already perfect! Really! Absolutely perfect! With your posture, you could compete in the Olympics!"
He thought he had flattered her successfully, but Wen Yao turned her gun on him, aiming directly at his forehead.
"Let's practice aiming a bit more."
Young Master Zhou was terrified, cold sweat pouring down his face.
The muzzle of the gun, still warm from the recent firing, was so hot it felt like it would brand his skin, and he trembled.
"Wen Yao, Miss Wen, Sister! Eldest Miss! Ancestor! Grandmother! Please, don't use me as a target!"
"Where's the cassette tape?"
Young Master Zhou seemed to wake from a dream, shakily rummaging through his clothes for a long time before finally finding the game cartridge. He presented it with the utmost obsequiousness, like a little monster offering a treasure to a mountain king.
"I apologize for my offense, please accept this as a token of my appreciation."
Wen Yao put the cassette tape in her pocket, patted it twice, and gave Zhou Xiaogongzi a sweet smile: "Thank you, you're so kind."
That smile almost made Young Master Zhou turn into a cuckold.
But what greeted him was a "click".
It was Wen Yao who pulled the trigger.
That day, the entire shooting range heard the sharp, explosive sound of Young Master Zhou.
He collapsed to the ground, his pants quickly becoming soaked and emitting a foul odor.
Wen Yao looked down at her with a pitying gaze, as if she were looking at a fool: "I was just kidding, there are no bullets in the gun."
"You're not allowed to flirt with girls anymore, or else—" she said fiercely as she slammed the gun on the table, "Next time I'll be aiming for your crotch."
She put on her hat, put her hands in her pockets, and her two rabbit ears on her head swayed as she walked.
Behind him, however, came the heart-wrenching cries of young Master Zhou: "Mom, I want my mom..."
...
Her friend was amazed and gave Wen Yao a "666" gesture as she walked away.
"Wow, what a woman like an eagle!"
“Female eagle,” Fu Qianchuan corrected.
Wen Yao seemed to sense something and turned to look in the direction where Fu Qianchuan was.
To her, they were just two strangers.
For Fu Qianchuan, this was their first meeting.
Although Wen Yao didn't know him at all, and didn't remember this meeting.
...
"It's already this late, why hasn't she come out yet? Does the princess take this long to get ready?" Zhou Heran, his friend, said casually.
The scene around him shifted to a banquet hall. Fu Qianchuan raised an eyebrow. This dream was going on for longer than he had imagined.
"Hey, what's going on?" A familiar face came over, and Zhou Heran went up to chat for a while, enjoying the gossip. Not long after, he came back to Fu Qianchuan and said, "Hey, I thought it was something serious, but it turns out that Princess Yaoyao's necklace is missing."
His calling her "little princess" carried a hint of teasing, sarcasm, and irony.
"It seems to be a birthday gift from her brother. If you ask me, it's not some high-end designer brand, just an entry-level luxury necklace. Why don't you just have her brother buy her ten or eight more? Don't you think so?"
at this time,
The lively atmosphere of clinking glasses and bustling crowd suddenly fell silent.
A small symphony orchestra is playing melodious music.
All eyes were drawn to the spiral staircase on the second floor—
A girl dressed in a white gauze dress and wearing a flower crown descended the steps one by one, holding up her skirt.
Ms. Wen smiled and reached out her hand, as if looking at the most precious treasure in the world.
The girl's doe-like eyes were wet with tears. She whispered a few words to Ms. Wen, looking aggrieved. As she lowered her head to tidy her hair, a tear fell silently.
In that instant, Fu Qianchuan's heart ached as if it were being burned.