Song Fengwan had no idea that Fu Chen had helped her vent her anger. At this moment, she was drawing in the studio with a charcoal pencil.
They had been learning how to sketch characters during this period of time. There was a human head model placed in the classroom, and everyone was drawing according to it.
Song Fengwan had arrived late and had already missed the teacher's teaching, so she copied from the book.
However, as she drew, she realized that there was something wrong with the person in the portrait.
He had black hair, a straight nose, and thin lips. His face was not fully drawn and was very blurry, but one could still vaguely see the handsome outline of his face.
"Fengwan, how was your drawing today?" The teacher guided them one by one.
Song Fengwan suddenly took away the drawing paper. "I'm sorry, Teacher. I wasn't in a good state today, so I didn't draw well."
"It's fine. Take your time." How could the teacher dare to lecture her? He only smiled and asked her to continue working hard.
Song Fengwan held the sketch, and her palms were a little hot.
Damn it.
Why was she suddenly drawing Fu Chen?!
After the teacher left, Song Fengwan stared at the sketch for a while. The man on it had a face like the bright moon and eyes like the stars.
She frowned. Logically speaking, she shouldn't have been involved with the Fu family after breaking off the engagement with Fu Yuxiu.
She wasn't good at drawing people. Previously, she had helped her parents and family and even drawn for Fu Yuxiu, but they were all only lifeless shapes.
It was rare that this drawing was not bad. After hesitating for a moment, she could not bear to throw it away.
She carefully smoothed out the creases at the corners of the drawing paper and pressed it into the innermost part of the album.
"Fengwan." A girl sitting beside her suddenly poked her arm with a pen.
"What is it?" Because the studio was too quiet, the two of them lowered their voices.
"Are you still going to the capital?"
Song Fengwan was silent for a few seconds. "I'm not sure yet."
"If you study hard over there for a few months, you'll definitely be able to get into the best art school." The girl's tone was envious. "My father said that studying over there is too expensive. He asked me to study well in humanities classes."
Song Fengwan rubbed the charcoal pen in her hand. Her humanities studies were very good, so she didn't have to worry at all. She was always lacking something in art.
Previously, there was a signup for a class in Beijing to learn how to sketch characters. It was the most famous art instructor in the country.
However, this class didn't have online lessons and was far away in the capital, so the Song family naturally couldn't bear to let Song Fengwan go over.
At that time, Fu Yuxiu said directly, "It's okay. My family is in the capital. We can definitely take care of her."
Song Fengwan's parents discussed for a few days and decided to send her there.
Song Fengwan lowered her head and fiddled with her paintbrush. She was engaged to Fu Yuxiu in the past, so it was normal for the Fu family to take care of her.
But now, she could only go over herself.
She wasn't afraid of staying in the capital alone, but she was worried that without the Fu family taking care of her, her parents wouldn't let her go out easily.
However, her current level of painting really needed to be improved.
However, with the current situation at home, she was really worried about leaving for nearly two months.
Yun City's Song family.
It was already 10:30 p.m. when Song Fengwan returned home from the studio. Song Jingren had gone out to socialize and hadn't returned yet, so the house looked especially quiet and empty.
"Miss, you're back. There's soup in the kitchen. I'll get you a bowl."
"Thank you, Auntie Liang." Ever since Song Fengwan entered her third year of high school, she had to stay up until one or two o'clock every day before sleeping. Afraid that her body wouldn't be able to take it, her mother Qiao Aiyun instructed someone to make soup for her every day.
Auntie Liang placed the fragrant white fish soup in front of her and glanced at her coat.
After all, she had lived for so long. She could tell at a glance that the workmanship of this coat was exquisite.
Most importantly, it was a man's clothes.
"By the way, Auntie Liang… Help me send this coat outside to dry-clean it tomorrow," Song Fengwan said.
"Alright." Auntie Liang smiled and nodded. She didn't ask further.
Just as Song Fengwan was about to finish her soup, Song Jingren returned from a dinner party and stumbled into the house with his secretary's help. He reeked of alcohol and squinted at the living room. "Has class just ended?"
His body was weak and he staggered. His eyes were bloodshot and red. It was obvious that he had drunk a lot.
The Song Corporation was considered one of the top corporations in Yun City. No one dared to force Song Jingren to drink at the table, so how could he drink like this?
"Yes." Ever since Jiang Fengya's incident, the father-daughter relationship had been lukewarm, and their words were very polite.
"President Song, I'll get going first." The secretary helped Song Jingren to the sofa and tilted his head to give Song Fengwan a look before turning to leave.
"Mr. Zhang, I'll send you." Song Fengwan immediately understood.
The two of them walked to the courtyard before Secretary Zhang spoke.
"Miss, I know that a lot of things have happened at home recently, and you're not happy. Actually, President Song has been troubled a lot recently. There's a problem with the company's biggest project this year, and the family is like this…" Secretary Zhang said tactfully.
Song Fengwan listened attentively and nodded from time to time.
She knew very well that the company's project was not the root cause. The most important thing was the Fu family.
In the past, Song Jingren might have thought that it didn't matter which one of them married into the Fu family. After all, they were both his daughters.
However, he did not expect the Fu family to dislike Jiang Fengya so much that they actually asked Third Master Fu to visit them personally.
If he tried to forcefully matchmake Jiang Fengya and Fu Yuxiu, they might not be able to get married and become in-laws. He might even offend the Fu family.
How could he not be worried?
"It's as difficult as ascending to the heavens for Miss Jiang to enter the Fu family with her identity. President Song hasn't interacted much with her recently, so don't think too much about it. Studying hard is the most important thing." Secretary Zhang had been following Song Jingren for a long time, so he knew his daily movements better than anyone else.
Secretary Zhang's meaning was very clear. In order to not provoke the Fu family, Song Jingren didn't dare to interact too much with Jiang Fengya.
At the very least, this woman could not cause any trouble for the time being, so she could relax.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang." Song Fengwan smiled and sent him to the door before turning around to return.
When Song Fengwan returned to the bedroom, she put down her bag and turned around to look for her pajamas in the closet.
From the corner of her eye, she saw a black dress and was stunned for a moment.
She suddenly remembered the place she wore this to a few days ago.
She had drunk a lot that day and could not remember many things.
Now that she suddenly thought of it, only one sentence suddenly popped up in her mind.
"If I woo the Third Master of the Fu family, whom he's most afraid of, won't I be able to suppress him for the rest of my life? Anyway, Third Master Fu isn't married!"
Song Fengwan's pupils suddenly dilated.
Oh my god, did she say such a thing?
She was going to die of embarrassment.