Song Fengwan had just taken out her phone from her bag and was about to call the driver to pick her up.
However, a car sped past, and the rainwater splashed on half of her body.
"Why are you driving so fast on a rainy day?" Song Fengwan gritted her teeth in anger and lowered her head to wipe the water off her phone screen.
However, she saw a pair of black men's leather shoes and ironed suit pants…
"Miss Song." His voice was elegant and calm in the rain.
"Third Master?" Song Fengwan looked up with a trace of shock in her eyes. She had never thought that she would meet him here.
He was not wearing a black shirt today. Instead, he was wearing a black suit pants and a white shirt. His height and aura were especially superior.
"Why are you here?" Fu Chen quietly moved the umbrella closer to her.
Yun City No.1 High School was on the road in front. School was over, so in order to avoid the flow of people, Fu Chen's driver chose to take the road behind. It was really unexpected to meet Song Fengwan.
"I have something going on." Song Fengwan didn't mention Fu Yuxiu.
"Where are you going? I'll give you a ride." He spoke politely, like a kind elder.
Song Fengwan originally wanted to wait for the rain to stop or for the driver to come over.
However, the rain was getting heavier, and a cold wind blew. Her clothes were already half-wet. If she waited for another 10 to 20 minutes, she would definitely catch a cold.
"Thank you, Third Master." She would never make herself suffer.
In the car on the other side, a few people were leaning against the side of the car, staring at the two people who came out from under the eaves and were about to cross the road.
"Since when did our Third Master care about others?"
"As an elder, it's normal for him to be considerate of his juniors."
"Other than the Old Madam, he's not even considerate of the Old Master. How is he normal?"
"Don't tell me Third Master is…"
There was silence in the car.
"How is that possible? Our Third Master is famous for not getting close to women and devoting himself to Buddhism. Moreover, this Miss Song almost became his niece-in-law. She's also so much younger than him…"
No one spoke in the car until someone suddenly shouted.
"F*ck, could Third Master really be so crazy as to find us such a young mistress?!"
In just a minute, Fu Chen held an umbrella and brought Song Fengwan to the car.
When they reached the car, someone had already opened the door for them.
"Miss Song, please."
"Thank you." Song Fengwan didn't stand on ceremony. She reached out to adjust her skirt and got into the car.
As soon as Song Fengwan got into the car, she didn't dare to move around. She lowered her head and fiddled with her phone, occasionally observing the movements of the people beside her.
Due to the rain, the light outside was dim and the car felt humid and watery. His side profile gave off a dark and romantic feeling.
No wonder people always said that many socialites in the capital were infatuated with him.
"Miss Song?" The man in the front passenger seat took out a box of tissues from the car's secret compartment and handed it over, but he saw Song Fengwan staring at his Third Master in a daze.
"Miss Song, tissues," the person reminded her again.
"Thank you." Song Fengwan hurriedly took the tissue and kept wiping her face with her head lowered. She felt that she had lost her composure, so she didn't dare to look at Fu Chen again.
"Where are you going?" Fu Chen deliberately lowered his voice, which seemed to carry a reverberation in the narrow car.
"The Oriental Painting Studio in the west of the city." She lowered her head and began to wipe her arms and legs again.
Neither of them spoke another word until they reached the studio.
When the car arrived at an intersection, Song Fengwan said, "It's a one-way street over there. If you want to go in, you'll have to circle around before coming out. Just drop me off here."
The driver parked the car by the side.
Song Fengwan's seat was to the left. There were cars running over the water there from time to time, so she didn't dare to open the door easily, so she looked up at Fu Chen.
However, this person sat in his seat and did not react.
Just as she was about to speak, Fu Chen pushed the door open and got out of the car.
The man in the passenger seat hurriedly got out of the car to hold the umbrella for him.
When Song Fengwan got out of the car, it was still drizzling outside. She stood under the umbrella, only two hands' distance away from Fu Chen.
"Third Master, thank you for today. I'll treat you to a meal another day." Song Fengwan had a pair of phoenix eyes. When she smiled, her eyes curved slightly, making her look like a little fox.
"Okay," Fu Chen replied.
"Then I…" Song Fengwan pointed at the studio not far away, planning to leave first.
Fu Chen suddenly turned around and took out a black windbreaker from the car. His shook his fingers.
Before Song Fengwan could react, the clothes had already landed on her.
"Third Master…" Song Fengwan was enveloped in the inexplicable sandalwood smell again.
His clothes were warm and dry. His fingertips slid past her collar gently and helped her adjust her slightly wrinkled collar. It seemed to be a little intimate.
"It's cold."
"Thank you, but these clothes…"
"You can return it to me next time you treat me to a meal," Fu Chen said matter-of-factly.
Song Fengwan's heart skipped a beat.
"What's wrong?" Fu Chen's fingers were still on the collar of his windbreaker. The distance between the two of them seemed to have gotten closer.
"I'm fine," Song Fengwan said casually, but her heart was in a mess. After all, they weren't familiar with each other, but she was wearing his jacket.
"Take out your phone."
"Huh?" Song Fengwan looked at him suspiciously, but she still obediently took out her phone, unlocked it, and handed it to him.
Because of the difference in height, Song Fengwan had to stand on tiptoe to see him enter a string of numbers into his phone.
After dialing the number, he hung up and made a note in her contacts before handing it to her.
"My cell phone number."
Song Fengwan took the phone with stiff fingers and said, "Okay."
The phone was like a hot potato in her hand. How could she dare to ask Fu Chen out for a meal? She had really dug a big hole for herself.
"Third Master, I'll get going first. Hurry up and get in the car." Song Fengwan felt that if she continued to stay with him like this, she would definitely go crazy.
Fu Chen looked down at her. "I'll wait for your call."
Song Fengwan's heart skipped a beat, and she smiled dryly. "Okay."
She held an umbrella and wrapped herself in a certain someone's large windbreaker. She slowly walked towards the studio, sighing as she walked.
She had heard that Third Master Fu had lived overseas before and was probably not used to such polite words in the country.
From the looks of it, she had to be more careful when talking to him in the future, lest she dug a hole for herself.
As soon as she reached the entrance of the art studio, she saw Fu Yuxiu and Jiang Fengya sitting inside through the glass door.
The two of them obviously saw her and immediately stood up.
Song Fengwan took a deep breath. Why were they trying to catch her here?!