Chapter 387: The Household Protecting Treasure of the Jing Family
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Chuanbei Jing residence…
In the end, Jing Hanchuan watched a classic horror movie and saw some bloody scenes. Only then did he feel better and have a good night’s sleep until daybreak.
***
The next day…
When Song Fengwan woke up, it was already past ten in the morning. She was woken up by the sound of the window closing. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw a woman in her forties wearing cleaning clothes beside the window.
The fine raindrops falling on the window, accompanied by a cold breeze, made her wake up.
“Miss Song, you’re awake.” The woman smiled.
“This is…” Song Fengwan sized up the room. It was decorated in an ancient and luxurious style, and it wasn’t a hotel at all.
“The Jing residence. Third Master came with you yesterday. He’s downstairs with Sixth Master.” The maid picked up her changed clothes to wash them and left the room.
Song Fengwan did remember that Fu Chen had come to pick her up yesterday, but she couldn’t remember many things afterward. The strong alcohol had made everything blurry.
Fu Chen heard that Song Fengwan was awake. When he pushed the door open and entered, he saw her standing by the window in a daze. She didn’t even notice him entering.
When Fu Chen walked in, she was startled. Before she turned around, someone was already close.
“Why are you in a daze?” Fu Chen kissed the side of her face.
“Nothing.” Song Fengwan couldn’t remember what had happened last night, and her mind was spinning.
“This place is…”
“The Jing residence.”
Song Fengwan felt a headache coming on. She wasn’t familiar with Jing Hanchuan, but she went to his house when she was drunk. She had probably embarrassed herself a lot yesterday. At the thought of this, she felt ashamed.
“Why did you bring me here?”
“It’s safest here,” Fu Chen said self-righteously. “Are you fine?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go down.”
Fu Chen held her hand and walked downstairs.
***
At this moment, Jing Hanchuan was playing with the kitten with the cat teaser.
The kitten kept flapping its paws, wanting to grab the cat teaser. Every time it missed, it was still very happy. Jing Hanchuan’s lips curled up into a smile. But when he saw two certain people, his smile gradually disappeared.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and watched the two of them coming down from the corner of his eye.
They finally know to go downstairs?
I told him to go upstairs to call her down for food, but he went up for more than an hour. What were the two of them doing up there? Do people have to talk love for so long in a relationship?
But Jing Hanchuan would only know the reason for this after falling in love.
Meow~ The kitten recognized Song Fengwan and called out to her before continuing to jump and grab at the cat teaser.
Song Fengwan felt a little embarrassed that she had slept in so late in someone else’s house.
“I’ll go prepare. We’ll be able to eat soon.”
“I’ll help you.” Song Fengwan had just suggested this when Jing Hanchuan’s fingers paused. The cat bit the cat teaser and snatched it away.
“You’re a guest. You should sit.”
Jing Hanchuan had long seen how ugly the tassel of Fu Chen’s prayer bead bracelet and his ragged scarf were. He felt that Song Fengwan might blow up his kitchen.
“I can help you,” Song Fengwan said very seriously and firmly.
“There’s really no need.” Jing Hanchuan directly went to the kitchen.
“Let’s watch TV.” Fu Chen knew what Jing Hanchuan was afraid of, so he pulled Song Fengwan to sit down.
“It’s not very good…” Song Fengwan was still thinking about helping.
…
Song Fengwan had never been to the Jing residence before. This was her first time. It was completely different from what she had expected. It was retro and luxurious, having the decor style from the Republic of China era. On the wall not far away were old photos of a long-haired beauty with twin ponytails. Later, she had ear-length hair, and she was wearing a costume most of the time.
She was raising her long flowing sleeves and dressed up as a pretty and lively Chinese opera actress.
“She is Hanchuan’s mother. She used to be a famous celebrity in the capital and the most famous Chinese opera actress.”
There was a photo of a woman hugging a child. It was already a color photo, and the woman had long curly hair. The resolution of the photo wasn’t very high, but she was still extremely beautiful.
The eyes of the opera performers were all trained, so they were extremely lively. Jing Hanchuan’s eyebrows were similar to his mother’s and very beautiful.
“Why aren’t there any photos of his father?” There were only photos of his mother on the living room wall. Occasionally, there were a few photos of Jing Hanchuan when he was young.
“His father’s face is too fierce. It’s said that the photos of him can be used to exorcize ghosts. It’s too scary to place one in the living room.”
Song Fengwan laughed out loud. “How can it be so exaggerated? Look at how good-looking Sixth Master Jing is.”
“His father is really impressive. Why do you think the Jing family’s notorious reputation continues until now? He’s the household protecting treasure of the Jing family.”
Song Fengwan shivered. “Then, where are they? They’re not at home?”
“They’re overseas visiting relatives. They’ll probably have to travel around and won’t be back for a month or two.”
“They threw him down just like that?” Song Fengwan pointed at the busy figure in the kitchen.
“His father said that he’s an adult and not a child who needs his parents all the time. When he was eighteen, he wanted him to go out and start his own family, but his mother stopped him. Otherwise, he would have kicked him out long ago.”
It was said that children from poor families matured early, and it was the same for children who had no one to dote on them.
“It’s time to eat.” Jing Hanchuan invited the two of them to sit.
He had cooked a western-style meal today, and even the plates were special. The ivory white porcelain plates were outlined with delicate and intricate golden edges. On the table was a silver candlestick, and there were vine designs carved on the handles of the silver knives and forks. They were exquisite and elegant.
… Not to mention the dishes.
Only then did Song Fengwan feel that capable people lived well.
But when she thought of Fu Chen’s description of how fierce his father was and how he didn’t care about him, she suddenly felt that perhaps he was forced to become like this. After all, if his parents didn’t care about him, he had to take care of himself.
She suddenly felt sympathy for him.
Jing Hanchuan narrowed his eyes. Why is she looking at me like this when we’re eating?
It’s kind and caring.
What’s with this motherly gaze?
“I just made something casually. If it doesn’t suit your tastes, I’ll prepare something else.” Jing Hanchuan tried his best to ignore Song Fengwan’s gaze.
“Okay.” Song Fengwan nodded and tried a piece of clam wrapped in cream. “It’s delicious.”
“Eat more.” Jing Hanchuan had always been polite to her.
He looked at Fu Chen from the corner of his eye. “Do whatever you want. Anyway, you already treat our house like a hotel.”
“Hotel?” Song Fengwan lowered her head and ate. These dishes were excellent in both taste and appearance. “Third Brother stays here often?”
“Occasionally.” Jing Hanchuan’s expression was calm. He held a knife and fork and elegantly cut the lamb chop on his plate. “I just didn’t expect him to bring you here. Perhaps our house is more secluded than a hotel, and we don’t charge money.”
Song Fengwan instantly blushed.
“If you interact more with us, maybe you’ll want to fall in love. Your family has only one heir for five generations. It can’t end in your generation,” Fu Chen said matter-of-factly.
“So, should I thank you?”
“We’re friends. There’s no need to be so polite,” Fu Chen replied…
Jing Hanchuan gritted his teeth.. How shameless.
Chapter 387: The Household Protecting Treasure of the Jing Family
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Chuanbei Jing residence…
In the end, Jing Hanchuan watched a classic horror movie and saw some bloody scenes. Only then did he feel better and have a good night’s sleep until daybreak.
***
The next day…
When Song Fengwan woke up, it was already past ten in the morning. She was woken up by the sound of the window closing. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw a woman in her forties wearing cleaning clothes beside the window.
The fine raindrops falling on the window, accompanied by a cold breeze, made her wake up.
“Miss Song, you’re awake.” The woman smiled.
“This is…” Song Fengwan sized up the room. It was decorated in an ancient and luxurious style, and it wasn’t a hotel at all.
“The Jing residence. Third Master came with you yesterday. He’s downstairs with Sixth Master.” The maid picked up her changed clothes to wash them and left the room.
Song Fengwan did remember that Fu Chen had come to pick her up yesterday, but she couldn’t remember many things afterward. The strong alcohol had made everything blurry.
Fu Chen heard that Song Fengwan was awake. When he pushed the door open and entered, he saw her standing by the window in a daze. She didn’t even notice him entering.
When Fu Chen walked in, she was startled. Before she turned around, someone was already close.
“Why are you in a daze?” Fu Chen kissed the side of her face.
“Nothing.” Song Fengwan couldn’t remember what had happened last night, and her mind was spinning.
“This place is…”
“The Jing residence.”
Song Fengwan felt a headache coming on. She wasn’t familiar with Jing Hanchuan, but she went to his house when she was drunk. She had probably embarrassed herself a lot yesterday. At the thought of this, she felt ashamed.
“Why did you bring me here?”
“It’s safest here,” Fu Chen said self-righteously. “Are you fine?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go down.”
Fu Chen held her hand and walked downstairs.
***
At this moment, Jing Hanchuan was playing with the kitten with the cat teaser.
The kitten kept flapping its paws, wanting to grab the cat teaser. Every time it missed, it was still very happy. Jing Hanchuan’s lips curled up into a smile. But when he saw two certain people, his smile gradually disappeared.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and watched the two of them coming down from the corner of his eye.
They finally know to go downstairs?
I told him to go upstairs to call her down for food, but he went up for more than an hour. What were the two of them doing up there? Do people have to talk love for so long in a relationship?
But Jing Hanchuan would only know the reason for this after falling in love.
Meow~ The kitten recognized Song Fengwan and called out to her before continuing to jump and grab at the cat teaser.
Song Fengwan felt a little embarrassed that she had slept in so late in someone else’s house.
“I’ll go prepare. We’ll be able to eat soon.”
“I’ll help you.” Song Fengwan had just suggested this when Jing Hanchuan’s fingers paused. The cat bit the cat teaser and snatched it away.
“You’re a guest. You should sit.”
Jing Hanchuan had long seen how ugly the tassel of Fu Chen’s prayer bead bracelet and his ragged scarf were. He felt that Song Fengwan might blow up his kitchen.
“I can help you,” Song Fengwan said very seriously and firmly.
“There’s really no need.” Jing Hanchuan directly went to the kitchen.
“Let’s watch TV.” Fu Chen knew what Jing Hanchuan was afraid of, so he pulled Song Fengwan to sit down.
“It’s not very good…” Song Fengwan was still thinking about helping.
…
Song Fengwan had never been to the Jing residence before. This was her first time. It was completely different from what she had expected. It was retro and luxurious, having the decor style from the Republic of China era. On the wall not far away were old photos of a long-haired beauty with twin ponytails. Later, she had ear-length hair, and she was wearing a costume most of the time.
She was raising her long flowing sleeves and dressed up as a pretty and lively Chinese opera actress.
“She is Hanchuan’s mother. She used to be a famous celebrity in the capital and the most famous Chinese opera actress.”
There was a photo of a woman hugging a child. It was already a color photo, and the woman had long curly hair. The resolution of the photo wasn’t very high, but she was still extremely beautiful.
The eyes of the opera performers were all trained, so they were extremely lively. Jing Hanchuan’s eyebrows were similar to his mother’s and very beautiful.
“Why aren’t there any photos of his father?” There were only photos of his mother on the living room wall. Occasionally, there were a few photos of Jing Hanchuan when he was young.
“His father’s face is too fierce. It’s said that the photos of him can be used to exorcize ghosts. It’s too scary to place one in the living room.”
Song Fengwan laughed out loud. “How can it be so exaggerated? Look at how good-looking Sixth Master Jing is.”
“His father is really impressive. Why do you think the Jing family’s notorious reputation continues until now? He’s the household protecting treasure of the Jing family.”
Song Fengwan shivered. “Then, where are they? They’re not at home?”
“They’re overseas visiting relatives. They’ll probably have to travel around and won’t be back for a month or two.”
“They threw him down just like that?” Song Fengwan pointed at the busy figure in the kitchen.
“His father said that he’s an adult and not a child who needs his parents all the time. When he was eighteen, he wanted him to go out and start his own family, but his mother stopped him. Otherwise, he would have kicked him out long ago.”
It was said that children from poor families matured early, and it was the same for children who had no one to dote on them.
“It’s time to eat.” Jing Hanchuan invited the two of them to sit.
He had cooked a western-style meal today, and even the plates were special. The ivory white porcelain plates were outlined with delicate and intricate golden edges. On the table was a silver candlestick, and there were vine designs carved on the handles of the silver knives and forks. They were exquisite and elegant.
… Not to mention the dishes.
Only then did Song Fengwan feel that capable people lived well.
But when she thought of Fu Chen’s description of how fierce his father was and how he didn’t care about him, she suddenly felt that perhaps he was forced to become like this. After all, if his parents didn’t care about him, he had to take care of himself.
She suddenly felt sympathy for him.
Jing Hanchuan narrowed his eyes. Why is she looking at me like this when we’re eating?
It’s kind and caring.
What’s with this motherly gaze?
“I just made something casually. If it doesn’t suit your tastes, I’ll prepare something else.” Jing Hanchuan tried his best to ignore Song Fengwan’s gaze.
“Okay.” Song Fengwan nodded and tried a piece of clam wrapped in cream. “It’s delicious.”
“Eat more.” Jing Hanchuan had always been polite to her.
He looked at Fu Chen from the corner of his eye. “Do whatever you want. Anyway, you already treat our house like a hotel.”
“Hotel?” Song Fengwan lowered her head and ate. These dishes were excellent in both taste and appearance. “Third Brother stays here often?”
“Occasionally.” Jing Hanchuan’s expression was calm. He held a knife and fork and elegantly cut the lamb chop on his plate. “I just didn’t expect him to bring you here. Perhaps our house is more secluded than a hotel, and we don’t charge money.”
Song Fengwan instantly blushed.
“If you interact more with us, maybe you’ll want to fall in love. Your family has only one heir for five generations. It can’t end in your generation,” Fu Chen said matter-of-factly.
“So, should I thank you?”
“We’re friends. There’s no need to be so polite,” Fu Chen replied…
Jing Hanchuan gritted his teeth.. How shameless.
