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Then, Chen Yuan immediately looked at Zhou Yun and nervously explained, "I really didn't do it. I relied on my own strength."

"Hmm, I believe you." Zhou Yun nodded.

Then, Zhou Yun looked at Chen Yuan with a bewitching gaze and asked, "Do you want to go to the Imperial Conservatory of Music?"

Chen Yuan was immediately stunned. Then, she waved her hand and said with a smile, "Yun, what are you talking about? How could I have the opportunity to go to such an institution?"

"Don't you know that you can apply for the entrance exams as long as you have a recommendation letter?" Zhou Yun asked.

"Of course I know, but I don't have a referee. Even if I want to apply for the entrance exams, it's impossible," Chen Yuan said, a little disappointed.

"I happen to know someone who can be a referee. It just depends on whether you have the confidence to apply for the exam." Zhou Yun looked at Chen Yuan expectantly.

Heaven knew how much Zhou Yun wanted to send Chen Yuan, who only just appeared, away. Otherwise, she would be exasperated if she returned every weekend to bother her.

"Really?" Chen Yuan looked at Zhou Yun in surprise.

Zhou Yun promptly nodded.

"I'm confident! As long as there is a recommendation, I will do my best," Chen Yuan said, her eyes shining.

Zhou Yun was happy inside, but said indifferently, "Okay, okay. I'll contact him in a while. Erm, can I rest for a while?"

At this moment, the excited Chen Yuan did not understand Zhou Yun's attitude of wanting to chase her away. She immediately said, "Yes, yes, sure. Hurry up and sleep. I'll sing you a lullaby. I sing very professionally."

Zhou Yun shook her head. Sure enough, she was from the music department. There were stages everywhere.

At this moment, her phone vibrated slightly.

From an unknown number: "Fiancée, I'm your fiancé, Fu Sen. Do you have time to come out for us to get to know each other?"

Just as Zhou Yun was about to delete the message, Fu Sen sent another message, "It doesn't matter if you don't come out. We're getting engaged in half a month anyway. Why don't I go to your house directly and get to know my father-in-law and mother-in-law first? Bay Area, right? I'll be there soon."

Zhou Yun gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath. Back then in the nunnery, she really couldn't tell that Fu Sen was so shameless. Perhaps Fu Sen had been dying and hadn't been in the mood to joke around?

She should have let him die back then, lest she had a useless fiancé now.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yuan asked curiously. "Did someone scold you? Your expression..."

Zhou Yun quickly put away her phone and looked at Chen Yuan, saying, "I have something on. I'll be going first."

If she couldn't lambast Chen Yuan, couldn't she do that to Fu Sen, who dared to threaten her?

Zhou Yun replied, "Location; I'll be there soon."

Then, she immediately slipped away.

Chen Shu had just washed some fruits when she saw Zhou Yun running off. She asked in confusion, "Where is your sister going in such a hurry?"

Chen Yuan shook her head, puzzled, and said, "I don't know either."

Then, she took a big bite of the cake she had personally made and spat it out the next second.

What kind of cake was this? It tasted so bad. Why is it so fishy? Chen Yuan was glad that Zhou Yun had not eaten it earlier. Otherwise, Zhou Yun might think that she was repaying kindness with ingratitude.

As soon as Zhou Yun stepped out, she felt the air outside was fresh. Then, with a meaningful expression on her face, she hurried to the location Fu Sen had sent her.

When the door of the luxurious private room was pushed open, Fu Sen subconsciously looked over and said with a teasing look, "What? You didn't even put on makeup when you came to see your fiancé."

Zhou Yun sat opposite Fu Sen and said sarcastically, "Is it worth it for me to apply makeup for a disposable fiancé?"

"Disposable?" Fu Sen clenched his teeth and almost laughed out of anger. At first, he only thought that this woman was cold and arrogant, but now it seemed that she was very eloquent.

"Tell me, what will it take for you to break off the engagement?" Zhou Yun asked directly.

Fu Sen leaned back comfortably in his chair and said with a troubled expression, "This is a little difficult. After all, with my reputation, it's not easy to find a wife. If you don't marry me, the possibility of me not getting a wife in my lifetime is too high. It's not worth it."

"Hmph!" Zhou Yun snorted coldly. "You're saying all this because you want to negotiate terms. Tell me, what do you want?"

Fu Sen chuckled. "You are indeed my fiancée. Smart. I don't want a lot; I just want Miss Zhou to save my sister."

Zhou Yun's eyes met Fu Sen's, and her emotionless expression made Fu Sen suspect that he had guessed wrongly.