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Chapter 194 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 1

[Business Elite VS Gentle Beauty]

Old Man Wen's courtyard has a particularly ancient charm. Wen Yan fell in love with it on her first day back in China and would take time to walk and sit in the courtyard every day.

"Xiao Yan, how many days are you planning to stay this time?"

Grandma Wen loved tending to orchids, saying that orchids had the elegance of scholars and gentlemen. Looking at her graceful and beautiful granddaughter, Grandma Wen felt that even the orchids in her hands paled in comparison.

"Grandma, I'm not going back." Wen Yan took over the task of watering the flowers from Grandma Wen, bending down and patiently sprinkling water on the leaves. Just by listening to her voice, you could tell she was an extremely gentle person.

Not only is she gentle in nature, but she also has a gentle appearance.

She has long, slender, jet-black eyebrows, fair and translucent cheeks, and gentle, warm eyes, as if she would never refuse any request you make.

Thinking of her granddaughter's personality, Grandma Wen became anxious, fearing that she might be mistreated abroad.

Wen Yan quickly explained, "I applied to the school for early graduation, which is only about a month. I want to spend more time with you and Grandpa."

Hearing this, Grandma Wen's heart finally calmed down a little.

They then pressed for details until they were completely relieved to confirm that graduating early would have no negative impact.

Although Sun's daughter is gentle, she is also a person with her own opinions; it seems she is overthinking things.

Wen Yan didn't hold the water pipe properly and it fell, getting a little water on her skirt, which felt uncomfortable against her skin.

She frowned slightly, told Grandma Wen, and went upstairs to change. After changing her clothes, she didn't come downstairs but picked up her violin and started practicing.

He said he was practicing the piano, but his mind wasn't on the instrument.

This world is different from the past. She is a very important character, the white moonlight of the male protagonist Xiao Yichen in high school, who has just returned to the country.

The original owner was the moon that had been sealed away in Xiao Yichen's heart. After she left, Xiao Yichen felt as if he had lost his backbone and was depressed for a long time.

It wasn't until he met the female lead, Ye Qianqian, whose face was remarkably similar to the original owner's that he regained his spirits.

Although the original owner had only heard of Xiao Yichen's name, she didn't even know him.

Xiao Yichen has feelings for the female lead, but he can't let go of the original owner. After the original owner returns to the country, he takes good care of her and wins her heart. Then he wavers between the original owner and Ye Qianqian.

Their eating manners were truly unsightly.

The original owner, however, fell deeply in love with Xiao Yichen during their time together, and suffered greatly in the love triangle, eventually turning into a hideous and vicious woman.

In the end, with the help of his friends, Xiao Yichen saw through the true nature of the original owner of the body and chose the kind and brave Ye Qianqian, thus bringing the story to a happy conclusion.

You're ending this with a complete mess? You didn't even mention the original owner's depression and suicide.

Wen Yan exhaled a breath of stale air. She had arrived too late this time. The original owner of this body had already developed feelings for Xiao Yichen and had even given him the jasmine she had raised herself.

The unspoken meaning is self-evident: I send you jasmine, please don't leave.

Damn it!!!

Thinking of that jealous person, Wen Yan is really overwhelmed.

We need to try a different approach this time.

The melodious tune is deep and gentle, like a flowing stream, only rising slightly when it hits a bend.

A black sedan was parked outside the courtyard. Assistant Xiao Chen got out of the passenger seat and opened the back door.

The man in the car strode onto the ground, and without waiting for anyone, walked straight into the courtyard, stepping over the road that Wen Yan had just wet.

The man had deep-set eyes, a tall and imposing figure, and wore a well-tailored black suit with red-soled black leather shoes, exuding a composed and reserved demeanor.

His features are steady and handsome, not the kind of handsome that is exquisite to the point of being delicate, but the kind of handsome that is wild and pure, like a real man.

As Fu Chen stepped into the courtyard, he heard the melodious music, and the closer he got, the clearer the tune became.

He looked up as if sensing something and saw the woman's slender figure, intently playing the violin.

With her graceful figure and serene demeanor, and her beautiful face, she is not only a beauty, but also a woman of style.

I glanced at it a few more times without realizing it.

"Carmen".

Xiao Chen walked up to Fu Chen without anyone noticing and muttered something under his breath.

"what?"

Xiao Chen quickly replied, "This piece is called 'Carmen,' by Pachelbel."

Fu Chen glanced at him a few more times without saying anything. He knew nothing about these refined arts, but he thought it sounded exceptionally beautiful and assumed that the person playing the violin must be highly skilled.

That's what I thought, and I said it when I met Old Man Shen. Coincidentally, I said the same thing that resonated with Old Man Shen.

"Haha, Mr. Fu, you flatter me. That's my granddaughter. She just returned from studying abroad. The little girl likes it, and we support her."

“Old Wen’s granddaughter is just like you and Mrs. Shen, inheriting the best qualities of both of you,” Fu Chen said, continuing the conversation.

"Haha, you're quite the talker."

These words sounded like flattery, but coming from Fu Chen, they seemed much more credible.

Everyone in City A knows Fu Chen, a rising star in the business world and the head of the Fu Group. He doesn't need to flatter him.

"How is Mr. Fu?"

After laughing, Old Man Wen inquired about Fu Rong's condition.

"Uncle is doing well, thank you for your concern, Elder Wen," Fu Chen replied.

"Have him ask me to play chess when he has time."

"Okay, I'll go back and mention it to my uncle."

"Remember to mention it more often; I do miss his chess skills."

"must."

Old Shen saw the woman out of the courtyard, and when Fu Chen looked up again, the woman was no longer there.

He withdrew his gaze, bid farewell to Elder Wen, and was about to leave when Wen Yan walked in from outside.

She carried a bamboo basket filled with pure white flowers, and the fragrance filled the air.

"grandfather."

She approached Old Man Wen and called out to him with a smile.

Her voice was as gentle as her piano.

"Xiao Yan, this is Mr. Fu. Mr. Fu just praised your violin playing." When Wen Yan came over, Old Man Wen introduced her and then said to Fu Chen, "Mr. Fu, this is Wen Yan, my granddaughter."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yan smiled and nodded slightly to Fu Chen in thanks.

Fu Chen suddenly reached out his hand: "Fu Chen."

Wen Yan was taken aback for a moment, then realized that the other party wanted to shake hands with her, so she extended her hand and gave him a perfunctory handshake: "Mr. Fu, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Wen Yan."

Only after I finished shaking my hands did I realize that I had just washed my hands and there were still water droplets on my palms.

"Mr. Fu, I'm so sorry. I just came back from picking flowers and washed my hands. I apologize."

She quickly apologized, afraid of offending the guest her grandfather valued.

The soft touch was fleeting; by the time she came to her senses, she was already apologizing.

Fu Chen composed himself, seemingly unconcerned: "It's nothing."

Noticing the faint pink blush on Wen Yan's cheeks from her apology, he added, "Don't worry about it. It was my abrupt handshake that was too presumptuous."

Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he wasn't angry, and then quickly waved her hand and said, "No, no."

She hadn't actually realized what was happening and thought that nodding would suffice, but then the other person suddenly reached out, and she was the one who was impolite.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu. I'll treat you to dinner sometime as an apology for this."

Fu Chen glanced at her a few times and nodded slowly: "Okay, thank you for your trouble, Miss Wen."

Meeting his deep gaze, Wen Yan felt uneasy all over, as if the air was being sucked in, and this feeling only disappeared after he left.

After Wen Yan could no longer see the car, she whispered, "Businessmen are different; they have such a strong presence."

"You," Old Man Wen tapped Wen Yan's head, "Why are you so flustered today? Are you nervous meeting such a talented man as Mr. Fu?"

"Grandpa," Wen Yan said helplessly.

"Haha, just kidding. You and Mr. Fu are not a good match."

"Grandpa, I'm leaving now." Wen Yan said, stepping into the courtyard first, no longer listening to the old man calling her from behind.