Remarrying the Crazy Crown Prince, the Qipao Beauty Stuns the Capital Circle

Song Qingyou was born with a beautiful bone structure, her appearance captivating and renowned throughout the capital. However, she had been sickly since childhood, like a precious porcelain doll, ...

Chapter 325 Showing Affection

Fu Wenzhou, like a big dog whose fur had been stroked, happily led Song Qingyou to explore every area of ​​the manor.

As the sun rose higher and the temperature increased, Fu Wenzhou finally calmed down.

After finishing her meal, Song Qingyou said, "I'm going to rest for a while."

Fu Wenzhou smiled and said, "Okay."

His gaze was fixed on her, unwilling to look away for even a second.

As soon as Song Qingyou left, he sent a group message: "Youyou proposed to me."

She then posted a picture on her WeChat Moments with a hand wearing a ring: "[Today, Youyou proposed to me]"

He went back to the chat list and received a bunch of congratulations and envy, which made him very satisfied.

Upstairs, Song Qingyou didn't rest.

After confirming that Fu Wenzhou hadn't followed, she took out her phone and sent a message to her group chat with Yan Miao and Jiang Xun: "I've found the wedding venue. Everything is proceeding according to plan."

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After discussing the details, she soon heard faint footsteps outside.

She didn't close the door completely, just partially closed it. Hearing the sound, she put away her phone, lay down on the bed, and pretended to be asleep.

The man's footsteps were very light, and after reaching the bedside, there was no further movement.

Song Qingyou had been listening intently to his movements, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

Fu Wenzhou's phone kept vibrating. He took it away, intending to put it on the sofa, but then he heard messages coming in. He glanced at the screen and saw a message from Yan Miao: "So when are you going to tell Fu Wenzhou that you've arranged a wedding for him?"

Fu Wenzhou was startled and suppressed the urge to turn on his phone, placing it on the sofa instead.

He then sat down very quietly on the edge of the bed, gazing at him intently, enjoying the peace of the moment, but his heart was far from calm.

He never expected Song Qingyou to do anything for him, and because he didn't expect anything, the feeling he had when he found out that she was trying to make him happy behind his back was indescribable.

Fu Wenzhou has always been the type to remember both good and bad things, but all the difficulties and setbacks he has encountered in his life have come from Song Qingyou.

He might pray to gods and Buddhas because Song Qingyou might not live much longer, and there would be many times when he felt powerless. But at this moment, none of that mattered anymore.

His girlfriend, Youyou, is also trying her best to give him what she can, just wanting to make him happy.

Fu Wenzhou leaned down and gently kissed her forehead.

When Song Qingyou woke up, she subconsciously reached for the spot next to her, only to find nothing. She then realized that she was not in her original home.

Then she remembered what had happened before she went to sleep, and after fumbling for her phone for a while, she finally found it on the sofa.

Jiang Xun and Yan Miao already had 99+ messages in the group chat. During the time she didn't reply, the two of them went over all the details.

Jiang Xun asked for the detailed address of her wedding banquet one last time so that she could arrange for someone from the wedding planning company to come and inspect the venue.

Not receiving a reply, Yan Miao said, "She's probably asleep," and the chat ended there.

Song Qingyou tidied herself up and then went downstairs.

Fu Wenzhou was drinking tea in the courtyard, talking on the phone.

She went over after he finished his call.

Fu Wenzhou got up and led her to a sandalwood chair, pouring her a glass of water: "Did you sleep well? I'm going to the company later, I'll have the driver take you home?"

"Okay." In this hot season, there is a gentle breeze in the courtyard, and sitting here, I don't feel too hot.

Song Qingyou asked, "I'd like to bring Jiang Xun and the others here for a look around. What's the combination lock?"

Fu Wenzhou: "It's your birthday."

Song Qingyou chuckled inwardly.

Why bother with all that trouble? Fu Wenzhou's passwords always fall into the same few numbers.

In the following days, Fu Wenzhou became even busier, which gave Song Qingyou time to set up the venue.

She personally supervised and followed up on the process, allowing no mistakes whatsoever.

The invitations were sent out one by one. When they were sent out, she instructed all the people in charge to remind the invitees that they needed to keep it a secret because she wanted to surprise Fu Wenzhou.

Little did they know, Fu Wenzhou already knew.

The day before the wedding, Song Qingyou also got busy.

She checked all the procedures again and again, and by the time she finished, it was already 8 p.m.

Fu Wenzhou messaged her around 5 PM asking if she wanted to pick him up, but she declined.

All the surprises will have to wait until tomorrow.

Little did she know that while she was busy at the manor, at the same time, Fu Wenzhou and Liang Muchuan were gathered at a private club.

Liang Muchuan looked at him with an extremely complicated expression.

She glanced at him a few times, sighed, and then glanced at him again. Her eyes held envy, confusion, and a hint of smugness.

He raised his glass to him and said, "I wish you happiness."

This statement came out of nowhere, and if Fu Wenzhou didn't know that Song Qingyou had already sent the invitations to them, he would definitely find it inexplicable.

He said calmly, "I will definitely be happy."

Liang Muchuan, like someone who was carrying a treasure but couldn't bear to show it off, moved closer to him and said, "Aren't you curious why I suddenly said that?"

Fu Wenzhou asked calmly, "Oh, why?"

Liang Muchuan chuckled, "I won't tell you."

Fu Wenzhou glared at him and then ignored him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Yan Shaoqin staring at his phone every now and then, drinking alcohol like it was water. He gestured with his chin toward Yan Shaoqin and asked Liang Muchuan, "What's wrong with him?"

Liang Muchuan leaned close to his ear and said, "He got dumped by a woman."

Yan Shaoqin said coldly, "I'm not deaf."

Liang Muchuan: "Oh, I know."

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