Jing Hanchuan had received the ‘intelligence’ Fu Chen had provided and stayed up late to study it. He knew their preferences, so it wasn’t difficult to cater to them. The difficult thing was…

He couldn’t even see the Xu family.

Let’s not talk about Master Xu for now. Just look at that brat Xu Yao. A fierce battle would be inevitable when they saw each other.

Moreover, last time…

He had even punched one of his eyes.

It wouldn’t be easy to please them.

Jing Hanchuan rubbed his temples. Especially when he thought of that brat Xu Yao, his head inexplicably started throbbing.

When they met at Fu Sinian’s wedding, he had never looked him in the eye. But now, he wanted to please him?

Indeed, things shouldn’t be done for a moment of pleasure.

At this moment, he could only place his hopes on Fu Chen’s engagement banquet. Previously, he had been conflicted about the Fu family arranging for his family to sit at the same table as the Xu family. Now, he probably had to specially remind Fu Chen so that he could have more opportunities to interact with the Xu family.

***

A few days after Fu Chen visited the Jing and Xu families, the new opera in the Pear Garden was released.

At the time, there was no public performance. Sheng Aiyi specially invited Old Madam Fu to watch the opera, and Song Fengwan accompanied her.

Song Fengwan had just finished two exams, and there were still more than two days to prepare for the next one. But she had a solid foundation in this course, so she just had to review a little. She wasn’t in a hurry to review.

She had gone to the old Fu residence for a meal. At the time, Huai Sheng had also been there. He had already finished his final exams a few days ago and stayed at the Fu residence for two days. After lunch, Fu Chen sent him back to the mountain.

Actually, going out to watch opera was also a disguised form of diplomacy.

There were very few true fans among the ladies and madams in the circle. It was just that such occasions were good to get to know more people. Many relationships and connections were formed through the solid relationship between wives.

Even though Song Fengwan was young, it would be good for her to know more people.

“Qionghua, Wanwan, come with me to the Pear Garden later.” Old Madam Fu smiled.

Fu Chen liked to watch opera. Although Song Fengwan had been influenced by him and heard some things, she didn’t know much about it.

But Sun Qionghua declined with a smile. “I’m not going. I have to go to the hotel later to help Third Brother confirm the venue. Let Wanwan go.”

She had always been smart. Old Madam Fu was bringing Song Fengwan out to meet people, so she naturally wouldn’t join in the fun.

“Accompany me at night.” Old Madam Fu didn’t even give her a chance to reject.

When they arrived at the Pear Garden, Sheng Aiyi was already chatting with a group of women. When they saw Old Madam Fu coming over, they all stood up.

Old Madam Fu bringing Song Fengwan was actually indirectly confirming her status in the Fu family. After everyone introduced themselves, they almost all praised Song Fengwan.

Song Fengwan knew very well that these were just polite words. But they were a little too much, so she inevitably felt embarrassed.

“Look at how shy this child is. She’s still young,” everyone teased.

Fortunately, the new opera of the Pear Garden soon started.

Song Fengwan sat quietly beside Old Madam Fu and watched the opera. She couldn’t understand many of the opera lines. She listened to their conversation and occasionally nodded in agreement.

Because the new opera was using many newcomers, many roles had two actors. They would each act half of the opera on stage, and it depended on who was more outstanding. The decision was naturally made by Old Madam Fu and the fans.

Those who failed to be chosen could only be relegated to being backup performers. Only when the main actor couldn’t perform could they appear.

Song Fengwan’s phone vibrated. She nudged Old Madam Fu. “I’m going to answer a call.”

“Third Son?” Old Madam Fu frowned.

Song Fengwan nodded in embarrassment.

This brat wasn’t clingy when he was a child. Why is he so clingy to his wife when he’s grown up? How long has it been since they separated?

“Go ahead. Don’t go out. It’s cold outside,” Old Madam Fu reminded.

“I know.”

…

Song Fengwan walked out with her phone. The Beijing opera on stage was too loud, and the sound of gongs and drums was even louder. She tried to find a secluded and quiet corner. Although Old Madam Fu said not to go out, she still went around to the backyard.

In the courtyard at the back of the Pear Garden, there were many tools used by ordinary Beijing opera actors for training on both sides. The garden was full of red plums, and they hung all over the branches. They were red and charming, and the entire garden was full of a faint plum fragrance.

She found a place to shelter herself from the wind before calling Fu Chen back.

“You’ve sent Huai Sheng to the mountain?” Song Fengwan thought of the little monk Huai Sheng and couldn’t help smiling.

He couldn’t keep up with his studies, so every time Fu Chen helped him attend parent-teacher meetings, he would inevitably be called out by the teachers in public.

Huai Sheng also felt wronged. After all, studying wasn’t something that could be improved in a day.

Seeing that he was aggrieved, Fu Chen couldn’t criticize him. In the end, he even bought him bubble tea and coaxed him nicely. “Actually, compared to before, you should be working very hard. Continue working hard.”