The Young Matriarch-Chapter 242 - : They Have Gone to Heaven
Chapter 242: Chapter 242: They Have Gone to Heaven
Having attended Duan Xiuqi’s wedding, even though Duan Feihan had already guessed and mentally prepared himself, at the moment Bai Chuwei nodded, he still froze for quite a while.
“Yeah, Little Hanhan~it’s me, it’s me, indeed it’s me, I am your fairy sister,” Bai Chuwei said with a sweet smile, openly admitting it.
She was the Bai Chu from twenty years ago, the older sister he had taken out of the Duan family villa.
Duan Feihan’s throat turned dry, and even though he was invincible in the business world without a single rival, his brain went blank for a moment upon hearing this news.
Bai Chuwei was the older sister he had taken out twenty years ago…
The older sister who pulled him out when he felt utterly hopeless about his mother’s death.
Bai Chuwei couldn’t resist teasing him, “Hanhan, quickly call me ‘sister’ so I can hear it.”
After saying that, Bai Chuwei felt like she had lowered her own status. After all, she was the ancestor of billions of people around the world, what ‘sister’?
Duan Feihan’s lips were tightly pressed, forcefully suppressing the stormy waves in his heart.
Bai Chuwei was the Bai Chu from twenty years ago and the person he had been searching for the past twenty years.
Neither he nor his older brother Duan Xiuqi would have expected that, in these twenty years, the girl had not changed at all, still as beautiful as she had been back then.
Little Fairy.
Bai Chuwei, seeing Duan Feihan not speaking, clicked her tongue and continued eating with her chopsticks, humming, “Just as stubborn as when you were a child.”
Taking advantage of Duan Feihan’s stun, Bai Chuwei stealthily snatched her wine gourd and continued pouring herself a drink.
Duan Feihan watched her face flush with redness, frowning slightly.
She seemed very sad, even though that person had passed away many years ago…
The living can never compare to the dead.
Duan Feihan stood up and said in a deep voice, “If you’re sad, I’ll take you somewhere.”
Fearing Bai Chuwei would drink again, Duan Feihan grabbed her wrist and led her down the mountain.
Bai Chuwei, looking at his silhouette, felt as if it was swaying, as though there were two figures. She reached out instinctively to grab him but caught nothing, the liquor truly intoxicating.
Bai Chuwei let herself be pulled several steps before protesting unhappily, “Where are we going? I don’t want to walk anymore.”
She couldn’t walk any further!
Bai Chuwei, appearing drunk, added a charming naïveté to her usual languid allure.
Looking at her slightly flushed, stunning face, Duan Feihan patiently said in a slow, magnetic voice, “Are you tired? Should I carry you?”
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Bai Chuwei snorted, “I don’t need a little brother to carry me.”
She was an ancestor, after all, protecting all those little ones.
Duan Feihan’s usually cold eyes uncontrollably softened with a thin smile; she was somehow cute when she was drunk.
“Come here,” Duan Feihan reached out his hand to her.
At this rate, she wouldn’t be able to make it down the mountain even by dawn.
Bai Chuwei suddenly became spirited, “I’ve said it, I don’t want a little brother to carry me!”
The drunken young lady snapped her fingers, and a soft, white feather blanket about a dozen meters long cut through the clouds and sky, rushing towards them.
Bai Chuwei pulled Duan Feihan and fell onto the soft feather blanket.
“Whoosh—” the blanket took flight…
Duan Feihan watched as the Yunwu Mountain ranges lay beneath his feet, suddenly feeling that Bai Chuwei had completely overturned his worldview.
This was a flying carpet!!
It really could fly!
Bai Chuwei was capable of sword flight, but she felt uncomfortable lying on a sword, so after some thought, she procured a flying carpet.
They were soaring into the sky…
