The Young Matriarch

Chapter 251: Chapter 251: The Wedding Gift I Gave You
 

Duan Xiuqi wore an expression of fatigue as he lifted his legs and entered the hall. His steps abruptly halted, his eyes fixating on the girl sitting on the sofa, her smile brimming with mirth.

It was as if, in that moment, all the weariness in his body vanished like smoke. He stood there stiffly, appearing somewhat at a loss, just like himself twenty years ago.

Xue Qiu perched on Bai Chuwei’s shoulder, puffing up and shrieking at Duan Xiuqi with all its might.

Duan Xiuqi touched his face and walked to Bai Chuwei with difficulty, asking with some uncertainty, “Did you… come especially to see me?”

Who in the entertainment industry had ever seen the confident demeanor of the Movie Emperor Duan crumble?

Bai Chuwei’s reply was quite frank, “Not especially, you could say it was on the way.”

She was brought by Duan Feihan and just took the opportunity to look for Duan Xiuqi, as she didn’t want to come a second time.

Duan Xiuqi tugged at the corner of his mouth, with a trace of a bitter smile, “Came on the way…”

He licked his dry lips and said softly, “You clearly know I didn’t tell anyone about your matter…”

It was Tong Yunrou who had stolen his diary, and she was the one that informed the demonic cultivators, yet he only learned of the truth today.

Ridiculous that he almost married such a woman.

The light in Bai Chuwei’s eyes flickered slightly, and she suddenly lowered her voice, “Finding excuses is easy for everyone, but it’s undeniable that I was tricked by both of you.”

In the past, her heart only occasionally ached for a while, but now without medication, it was nearly fatal.

Bai Chuwei saw a fleeting concern in the eyes of Elder Duan and suddenly laughed, “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you, Tong Yunrou won’t get away either.”

Hearing this, Duan Xiuqi took out a small glass bottle from his pocket. Through the bottle, one could see that the liquid inside was milky white, akin to an exquisite and cute bottle of milk.

If this were a usual day, whatever Bai Chu gave him, he could drink it down without a second thought, but now it was different.

He looked at the bottle in his palm and felt a strong intuition.

If he drank it, the past twenty years might turn into a joke.

“What is this?” he asked.

Bai Chuwei smiled with a deep, meaningful look, “It’s a wedding gift for you.”

Duan Xingye watched from the side, swallowing his saliva forcefully.

This bottle, looking like milk, couldn’t contain poison, could it?

Was Weiwei that ruthless?

The thought of Bai Chuwei daring to castrate Di Zongping and make him a eunuch in front of everyone made Duan Xingye suspect… perhaps Bai Chuwei really was capable of it!

Bai Chuwei’s voice was surprisingly seductive, “Rest assured, we’re in a society ruled by law now, I wouldn’t do anything illegal. Otherwise, the Unnatural Management Bureau will come looking for me again.”

Who the hell believes there’s anything good in here?

Duan Xiuqi took a deep breath, gripped the glass bottle tightly, and said looking at Bai Chuwei, “I won’t drink it.”

Bai Chuwei’s brow furrowed slightly; this made things a bit difficult. The Spicy Soup was a one-time solution, but like the previous removal of Bai Yinyin’s memory, it wasn’t foolproof and she could remember at any time.

Xue Qiu sat arrogantly on the coffee table, unabashedly nibbling on a peach from the fruit basket. Hearing those words, it raised its head, instigating Bai Chuwei from the side, chirping in hopes of creating chaos: ‘Ancestor, he’s looking down on you. Teach him a lesson and let him see how formidable you are, Ancestor.’

Just as Bai Chuwei was about to speak, her lovely face suddenly changed drastically, and her right palm “bam—” struck down on the marble coffee table, producing a thunderous sound.

Everyone was astonished. What had happened to Bai Chuwei?