The Young Matriarch

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: Hanhan, let’s do it again

Tong Yunrou lowered her head, her pale lips struggling to move, “Xiuqi, she’s already married and has children abroad.”

This was the only thing Tong Yunrou could take solace in, Bai Chu had married and had children!

Then she would no longer have any competitiveness.

Thinking about Bai Chu asking Tong Family for four billion as if she was demanding the stars from the sky, Yunrou guessed she must not be doing well abroad either, right?

Tong Yunrou subconsciously touched her face, which she took great care of; even standing in front of Bai Chu, she should feel quite confident.

Tong Yunrou tried to smile, “Xiuqi, I have my eye on a piece of jade at the auction house, next time we…”

Duan Xiuqi interrupted indifferently, “We’ll talk about it later, I’m very busy.”

Tong Yunrou clutched her purse tightly, her head bowed as tears threatened to fall.

It was all because of Bai Chu, even after twenty years she still haunted her! Having married and aged, she didn’t dare to show her face and wanted to forever be the pure and unattainable love in Duan Xiuqi’s heart, sending a niece to wreak havoc instead.

Luckily, Bai Chu was unaware of what happened twenty years ago, otherwise…

A vicious look flashed in Tong Yunrou’s eyes; she would never allow anyone to ruin her wedding!

This wedding not only had to happen, but it also needed to be extraordinarily grand. She wanted the whole world to know that the person who married Duan Xiuqi in the end was Tong Yunrou!

The agent, seeing through the rear-view mirror that the two were sitting apart, with a gap wide enough to fit another large person between them, noticed Duan Xiuqi resting his chin on his wrist, wearing a rosé dried petal bracelet, his gaze falling outside the window, looking somewhat melancholic.

The agent, Peng Yuan, had been working with Duan Xiuqi since the latter’s debut. Before, Brother Peng was quite worried that finding that Bai girl would lead Duan Xiuqi to retire from the limelight and disappear, but then he got the picture.

Duan Xiuqi was most likely going to become a monk in the future; he would never marry in this lifetime.

This wasn’t a joke, but a literal statement; he had seen Duan Xiuqi visiting a temple last year.

Who would have thought that under the Tong patriarch’s deathbed coercion, coupled with the fact that Duan Xiuqi owed Tong Yunrou a huge favor, they would end up with this fragile-looking marriage engagement.

Brother Peng had even privately advised Duan Xiuqi, saying that Miss Tong Yunrou was quite good, gentle and kind-hearted, and most importantly, she was especially fond of him.

Duan Xiuqi had responded with two sentences at the time:

“There are plenty of people who like me; she is not the only one.”

“Brother Peng, once you’ve seen the ocean, it’s hard to take interest in a small stream.”

*

Bai Chuwei stood idly in the underground parking lot, leisurely listening to the drizzle outside; Duan Feihan hadn’t arrived yet.

Bored out of her mind, Bai Chuwei climbed onto the hood of a car and sat cross-legged. After hesitating for a while, she opened the wooden food box that Cao Jinhai had given her and grabbed a fried chicken leg.

Fried chicken legs were the perfect match for a rainy day!

Just as Bai Chuwei was about to take a bite, the man’s flat voice came from afar, “Eat less fried food.”

With a “plop,” the fried chicken leg fell onto the hood and rolled off.

Bai Chuwei’s eyes were complicated. Why was it that he didn’t come when he should, but appeared the moment she was about to eat a chicken leg?

Duan Feihan folded his transparent umbrella, dressed in a black casual outfit, and walked step by step toward her, raindrops incessantly falling from the tip of the umbrella, tracing a clear streak of water on the ground.

Duan Feihan frowned as he saw Bai Chuwei sitting cross-legged on the hood of an unfamiliar car, extending his hand to her, “Come down, be careful.”

Bai Chuwei wiped her hands with a handkerchief and easily jumped down from the car, “I can get down myself.”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Just as her feet touched the ground, she suddenly looked up at Duan Feihan.

Oops, a miscalculation.

Such a good opportunity to absorb his Spiritual Energy, and she threw it away?

Bai Chuwei decisively climbed back onto the hood of the car and looked at him with a beaming smile, “Hanhan, let’s do it again.”

Duan Feihan: “…”