The Young Matriarch - Chapter 114

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: He Hasn’t Offended Fourth Uncle, Has He?

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Xu Xingchen felt extremely nervous as soon as he caught Duan Feihan’s icy gaze.

Had he… had he never offended his Great-Uncle? Why was he looking at him like that?

Duan Feihan stared at him, remembering that this was Duan Xingye’s former good friend. He happened to see Bai Chuwei laughing and talking with him when picking her up from school.

Duan Feihan had attended high school himself and, of course, knew that handsome young men with Xu Xingchen’s personality were extremely popular with young girls.

A middle-aged man in a suit that barely concealed his beer belly stepped forward, slightly dissatisfied, and said, “Youngest uncle, today is a great day for the elder’s recovery. Why scare a child with that face?”

Duan Feihan spoke indifferently, “Child? Xu should be around Xingye’s age. He is considered an adult in my elder brother’s eyes, so Xu is hardly a child.”

Duan Xiuhao felt embarrassed and mumbled, “Can that… can that be the same?”

He didn’t even have to look at Duan Xingye’s behavior—he almost wished he could remake Duan Xingye from scratch. How could he compare to Xingchen?

Hearing the conversation between his own father and his great-uncle, Xu Xingchen grew even more nervous.

This great-uncle of his, who wasn’t much older than him, was the undisputed heir of the Duan Family, holding the family’s financial reins. If his great-uncle did not agree, would his hopes of returning home be dashed?

Recently, he had been feeling restless. His mother had gone to the Nightcolor Bar a couple of days ago and had not come back, not even a phone call, and who knew what had happened.

But fortunately, Xu Li had often not come home at night before, so Xu Xingchen couldn’t just report it to the police and had to attend the Duan family’s banquet alone.

Duan Feihan said nothing more and went off with a glass of red wine to greet the other guests.

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This scene caught Bai Chuwei’s and Duan Xingye’s eyes, and Duan Xingye’s heart sank.

Bai Chuwei, propping up her chin, watched Duan Xingye’s expression with interest and clicked her tongue, “The sentimentality of youth.”

Xue Qiu was gnawing on fried meatballs, thinking, ‘Better to eat more than worry, delicious!’

Although Duan Xingye was the Duan Family’s eldest grandson and couldn’t spend much time with Bai Chuwei, he composed himself and went to greet the guests; and as soon as he stepped away from that gloomy corner, when he looked back, he had no idea where Bai Chuwei had gone.

After sitting for a while, the evening’s main character, old Master Duan, finally made his appearance.

The old man was dressed in a dark blue Chinese traditional garment, his complexion rosy and his strides steady.

The sight stunned the crowd of guests, who couldn’t help discussing in low voices:

“Is old Master Duan really recovered? I heard he was one foot in the coffin.”

“My goodness, isn’t this just the ‘returning light before death’? Miraculous, miraculous!”

“…”

Old Master Duan turned to the proudly self-reliant Liu Zhen at his side and asked, “Old Liu, where is your Ancestral Master?”

Liu Zhen answered with a relaxed smile and hands behind his back, “My Ancestral Master prefers solitude; he must be in some corner of the banquet hall right now, do not disturb him.”

The crowd: “…”

If one didn’t know that Liu Zhen was the National Medical Saint, his words would truly sound like those of a fortune-teller.

Someone eagerly asked, “Old Liu, is old Master Duan’s cancer really cured? You really are a Divine Doctor!”

Liu Zhen raised an eyebrow and immediately corrected, “You’re mistaken, it was my Ancestral Master who cured Master Duan’s cancer.”

Who didn’t know that it had been Liu Zhen visiting old Master Duan every day this past week to administer acupuncture? Who else could there be if not him?

Worthy of the National Medical Saint indeed, such modesty.

To possess a medical skill capable of curing cancer and not claim credit for it, instead attributing it to the Ancestral Master, shows such impeccable character!

Just then, the butler came in with a letter and said, “Old Master, here’s a letter for you. They said you must read it yourself.”

A letter?

In the corner, Bai Chuwei showed a meaningful smile.

It had begun.

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