The Young Matriarch

Chapter 158: Chapter 158 Do you want to see her, does she want to see you?

The nanny van’s agent and assistant were nearly driven insane by Duan Xiuqi’s actions, “Damn it, this is serious!”

If this gets captured, it’s going to be a huge scandal.

The agent called his name softly, but Duan Xiuqi acted as if he hadn’t heard.

Bai Chuwei flipped her hair and chuckled lightly, “I have nothing to discuss with you.”

She had lived for more than five thousand years, met all kinds of people, yet it was specifically Duan Xiuqi who left a deep impression on her.

Bai Chuwei still remembered when she first met Duan Xiuqi; he was young and full of vigor, their relationship was forged through conflict.

Bai Chuwei touched her chin, thinking that if he hadn’t tricked her into taking medicine every day, perhaps she wouldn’t have despised him so much.

Duan Xiuqi’s voice was hoarse, “I want to see your aunt.”

Bai Chuwei laughed, “You want to see her, but does she want to see you?”

That remark hit Duan Xiuqi like a strike to the heart.

Duan Xiuqi’s face turned ashen, he murmured to himself, “Why? Why does she hate me so much?”

So much so that she knew he was looking for her, yet she was unwilling to show up for twenty years.

Bai Chuwei smiled faintly, “Then you should ask yourself why you leaked the fact that she has a heart condition to the Demonic Cultivators.” Having lived for five thousand years, that was the only time she was ever caught off guard, and just thinking about it made her teeth itch with irritation.

Having a heart condition was one thing, but now she had to take medicine every day.

After saying that, Bai Chuwei turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Bai Chuwei was walking toward the Bai Family’s private car when a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar. She frowned and suddenly turned, “Who’s there?”

The gasping restaurant manager appeared before her with three burly men, wiping the sweat off his forehead and smiling at Bai Chuwei, “Miss Bai, you left something behind in the private room; I’ve brought it for you.”

Left behind something?

Bai Chuwei silently observed the three sturdy bodyguards, each holding a stack of test papers, her face expressionless.

Duan Xiuqi, your grandfather’s death, is on you! The Bai Ze had sent these to her, and she had ignored them earlier and left the private room. Now the restaurant manager had followed up with them.

Bai Chuwei was about to ask them to throw those things away like trash, but suddenly she had a mischievous idea.

She had found a way to make use of these materials!

She snapped her fingers and ordered, “Just drop it at the entrance.”

The restaurant manager nodded with a laugh, instructing the bodyguards to stack the waist-high pile of test materials at the parking lot exit. He seemed surprised to see that it had started lightly raining outside, “How did it start raining all of a sudden?”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Leaning to the side, Bai Chuwei made a phone call, “Hanhan, I’m at Juxian Pavilion, and it’s started to rain.”

Duan Feihan looked up at the cloudless night sky speckled with stars. Where did the rain come from?

He grabbed a clear umbrella from the room and walked outside, “Wait for me.”

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Duan Xiuqi was led onto the nanny van in a daze, the agent looking around anxiously and said, “Aren’t you afraid of being photographed? Do you know how many people online are betting that your wedding with Miss Tong won’t happen?”

No sooner had the agent mentioned Tong Yunrou than he received a call from her, inquiring about their current location in the Juxian Pavilion parking lot.

It wasn’t long before Tong Yunrou, in high heels, approached the car, and upon entering, saw Duan Xiuqi deep in thought.

She felt an inexplicable unease inside, so she rushed straight to the restaurant where Duan Xiuqi’s dinner was being held.

Tong Yunrou forced a smile, “Xiuqi, what’s wrong?”

Duan Xiuqi looked down at his hands, murmuring, “Bai Chuwei said Bai Chu doesn’t want to see me because I leaked her heart condition to the Demonic Cultivators?”

Duan Xiuqi suddenly raked his fingers through his hair, expressing his frustration, “When did I ever disclose such information to anyone?”

Tong Yunrou’s face went pale, and she subconsciously clutched her purse tighter, her lips starting to quiver involuntarily.