Chapter 90: The Strong Song Aunt

the answer, but she didn't push it. She just asked curiously, "What did your husband call you for""I don't know either!" Fu Xiaoyao shrugged her shoulders.When she received the phone call from Lu Han...Lu Hanchuan stopped his steps, “Aunt Song, do you have anything else”

"Sir, you absolutely cannot go out tonight!" Auntie Song said to him with a very serious expression.

Lu Hannan frowned, "Give me a reason. I don't believe that last one!"

Aunt Song gritted her teeth, "The reason is that you are the husband of the mistress. I absolutely will not allow you to look for other women. If you really have to go, then I will have no choice but to call the master."

As she spoke, she took out her phone.

Anyway, she was sent by the old master. Mr. would definitely not fire her.

Aunt Song's warning angered Lu Hanzchuan, his face darkened. "Aunt Song, are you threatening me"

"Sir, this isn't a threat, it's truly that you can't go there!" Aunt Song sighed.

Fu Xiaoyao looked at Lu Hanchuan's increasingly gloomy face, fearing that if this continued, he would explode with rage. She quickly smiled and took Song Yi's hand, "It's alright, Auntie Song, I'm fine. Just let him go."

"No, sir, you really can't go out tonight!" Aunt Song insisted, then earnestly advised: "Madam, I'm doing this for your own good. If you leave this door tonight, the consequences will be unimaginable."

She spoke so seriously, Fu Xiaoyao's whole person became nervous, "Aunt Song, did something happen"

Lu Hanchuan also stared intently at Song Yi.

Facing the two people's gazes, Aunt Song only felt the pressure increase tenfold. "Actually, it's nothing major, just..."

"Speak!" Lu Hanchuan ordered impatiently.

"Well, I'll tell you," Auntie Song scratched her head, "actually, it was the old master who instructed me. The old master told me to keep an eye on Mr., and not to let him go out."

"Grandpa" Lu Hánchuan raised an eyebrow.

Aunt Song's eyes flickered, "Yes, if you don't believe me, sir, you can call Grandpa to ask."

"No need." Lu Hanchuan tugged at his tie.

Then Auntie Song smiled, "Will Mr. go out again"

Lu Hanchuan gave her a cold glance and walked upstairs.

"Auntie Song, what does he mean" Fu Xiaoyao pointed upstairs in confusion.

Aunt Song tapped her forehead, "Madam, are you silly Of course, Master won't leave! It seems moving out with Grandpa still works!"

At this, Auntie Song hurriedly pushed Fu Xiaoyao upstairs, "Hurry, hurry, Madam, please go back to your room and wash up first."

"Why" Fu Xiaoyao said, her head full of confusion. "But it's still early, I haven't finished watching TV."

Lu Hanchuan wasn't going out anymore, so of course she had the mood to watch TV.

Only two episodes are updated per week, how could she not finish watching it.

"Oh, madam, the television doesn't matter, what matters is you and your husband..." Auntie Song said this, suddenly her words came to an abrupt halt.

Fu Xiaoyao frowned, "Aunt Song, what's going on between Hanchuan and me I feel like you're acting strange tonight."

"What's strange, now madam, come inside quickly." Aunt Song opened the door and pushed her in, then quickly shut it again, all in one swift motion.

Fu Xiaoyao stared, dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time.

Lu Hanchuan came out of the bathroom and saw her standing at the door in a daze. He couldn't help but speak, "Fu Xiaoyao, what are you doing standing there"

Fu Xiaoyao came to her senses, "It's Auntie Song. I always feel like Auntie Song is being mysterious tonight, like she's hiding something from us."

"You didn't ask" Lu Hanchuan unbuttoned his cuffs.

"No," Fu Xiaoyao shook her head. "But I don't think she would tell us even if we asked."

"Alright, forget about that. I'm asking you, did you spray perfume in the room" Lu Hanchuan walked to the sofa and sat down, pouring himself a glass of red wine.

"Perfume" Fu Xiaoyao sniffed. "There really is."

Lu Hankan paused his swaying of the wine glass, "Wasn't it you who sprayed it"

"No, I never use those." Fu Xiaoyao replied, "It must be Aunt Song. She came up to help us tidy our room while we were eating just now, maybe that's when she sprayed it. It smells really good."

She couldn't help but sniff it a few more times.

Lu Hanchuan looked at her like she was an idiot, disdainfully saying, “How can you still be so stupid”

"Huh" Fu Xiaoyao blinked, a little unhappy. "Where did I make a mistake!"

"Everywhere is stupid." Lu Hanchuan put down his wine glass, "In a few days, I will have Qiao Mu invite another etiquette teacher."

Fu Xiaoyao's eyes lit up. "Really"

Heaven knows how much she wished to be like Qi Ya, a graceful and intellectual woman who fit the image of her ideal wife.

Unfortunately, no one ever taught her, and she couldn't afford a private tutor, so she put it off for three years.

He actually brought up Ms. Zhao on his own accord now.

Fu Xiaoyao excitedly clenched her fist and swung it.

Her actions still seemed silly to Lu Hanchuan, but seeing her so happy, he suddenly felt it wasn't unbearable.

"Alright, you go to sleep first. I'll be in the study for a while." Lu Hanchuan got up.

Fu Xiaoyao nodded repeatedly, "Good."

Lu Hánchuan went to the study to review documents. After a while, he suddenly felt feverish all over.

He thought the air conditioner was set too high, so he put down his pen and picked up the remote control to turn it down a few degrees.

The air conditioning flowed upwards, and the heat on his body subsided somewhat. He let out a soft sigh and continued working.

But as time ticked by, his body grew hotter and hotter, even with the air conditioner at its lowest setting, he couldn't find relief. Especially in his lower abdomen, where a reaction had begun.

"Hiss..." Lu Hanchuan endured the pain and took a deep breath.

He was a very intelligent person to begin with, and naturally understood immediately that his current situation wasn't due to the air conditioning, but rather something within his own body!

He took some traditional Chinese medicine!

It's no wonder Aunt Song wouldn't let him go out, it turns out this is why!

Lu Hanchuan was furious, his temples throbbing with anger. His forehead bulged with veins, beads of sweat rolling down his face. His breaths came in heavy gasps.

He hastily put down his pen and went to the bathroom in his study to splash cold water on his face, but it was of no use. His body grew hotter and hotter, his mind began to feel heavy and dizzy, and his vision blurred.

Lu Hanchuan knew this wouldn't work. He simply took off his clothes and took a cold shower, thinking that at least it could suppress it, but the result made him even more furious. The cold shower was not only useless, but it also fueled the heat in his body even more.

"Damn it, what kind of medicine is this" Lu Hanchuan growled in a hoarse voice, his eyes bloodshot.

But he also knew that he couldn't get an answer right now, so he secretly vowed in his heart that once the medicine wore off, he would go find Aunt Song to settle the score!

Thinking about this, Lu Hanchuan wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom. He picked up his phone from the desk and called Fu Xiaoyao, "Fu Xiaoyao!"

"Wh... what's wrong" Fu Xiaoyao on the other end of the phone sounded like she was startled, stammering in response.

"Come here." Lu Hánchuan commanded, his voice low.

"I'm so sorry, Kanagawa... I probably can't come over. I... I..." She stammered, unable to speak, giving the impression of something she found hard to say.

Lu Hanchuan's eyebrows furrowed, "What's wrong with you"

"I... I'm fine..."

"You've also been taking Chinese medicine" Lu Hanchuan narrowed his eyes.

Fu Xiaoyao's voice grew much louder, "Hánchuan, you too…"

"Well, so I had you come over, quick!" He hung up the phone after that.

Fu Xiaoyao lay in the bathtub, her small face flushed red, as if it was about to bleed.

She never imagined that she would find herself in such an embarrassing situation.

"Ugh..." Fu Xiaoyao patted her cheeks, got up and picked up the bathrobe beside her, and walked towards Lu Hanzchuan's study.only then saw that the amount of food in the lunch box was far more than what one person would eat. Moreover, the placement of the cutlery clearly showed two sets, indicating, as he had said, that the...