Xu Xuezi, listening to Xiaofeng’s words, wasn’t annoyed and chuckled, "Miss Su, you really are quite interesting, and your imagination is indeed impressive."
In her heart, however, she had to admit that Su Xiaofeng was very smart to have guessed the matter so quickly.
But what did guessing matter, whether it was true or not? It was merely an internal affair of the Xu family, and it had nothing to do with Su Xiaofeng.
"I’m fine, my imagination has always been good," Xiaofeng turned and was about to leave.
"Next, I will start making my moves, and I hope you can handle them. You know, if you lose, the three of you, mother and daughters, will have to leave this place and return to where you belong. I think, this is not the ending you want, but it is the one I desire."
Those who don’t belong here should naturally return to their own turf, shouldn’t they?
"The one who laughs last laughs best, Miss Xu, I’m just reminding you, be careful lest you play with fire and get burned." The phrase ’play with fire and get burned,’ was about to prove true, yet it was extremely satisfying.
Xu Xuezi watched Xiaofeng leave, her lips faintly curving into a smirk, the smile on her lips barely perceptible, having heard that Grandfather was about to make a move against her.
During this time, she just needed to behave herself. After Grandfather made his move, she could then step in to finish it off.
Back at her seat, Xiaonian complained a bit to Xiaofeng: "Sis, are you not feeling well? Why were you gone so long? Everyone else has finished singing."
A song was only a few minutes long, but sister had been in the restroom for at least twenty minutes.
"I probably ate something bad, my stomach is a bit upset. Xiaonian, do you still want to stay here? I’m thinking of heading back first."
Her stomach still felt unclean and was faintly painful, which was not the best feeling.
"Sis, you’re feeling unwell?" Xiaonian exclaimed, "Then of course we should go back, come on, let’s go to the hospital."
"I’m fine, it’s probably just some bad food, nothing serious," Xiaofeng waved her hand, "There’s no need for a hospital, I should be alright after lying down at home."
"Then let me take you back," Brother Shuiling stood up, "Places aren’t quite suitable for us men to come, Shuiling, don’t call me over next time."
"How so? Didn’t you see how many beautiful women were looking at you? Mom has said that you’re still missing a girlfriend, you ought to take this matter seriously. Brother, come here with me when you’re free, you’ll definitely find the type you like."
The Lange Yuntian area, abundant in nothing else, was replete with beautiful women of all styles.
"How is this different from those matches mom gets me from photos? They are just moved from the photos to reality," Brother Shuiling seemed to dislike these socialite ladies.
"Brother Shuiling, you only know if a person is good or suitable through interaction, just like with dishes, you have to try them to know if they’re tasty. Without taking the first bite, you’ll never know if it tastes good or not." In Xiaofeng’s view, a wealthy bachelor like Brother Shuiling, who had both looks and lineage, would be highly sought after by many women just on his say-so.
Brother Shuiling laughed at Xiaofeng’s words, "It seems in your eyes, Mr. Lange is your cup of tea. Revelatory indeed."
Xiaofeng chuckled, "In a certain sense, he definitely is my type."
’He is my type’ or ’she isn’t my type’ represents modern phrases of confession or rejection.
Just as Xiaofeng had returned, Yecheng came back as well. Yecheng, who had been away for a whole day and night, looked a bit weary upon his return.
On seeing Xiaofeng lying on the large bed, he hurried over to feel her forehead, "Your forehead is a bit hot, do you have a cold?"
"I feel weak all over," Xiaofeng sat up and opened her arms, "Hug me."
Ye Cheng embraced her, "Why the sudden fever, where does it hurt?" Ye Cheng then began to take Xiaofeng’s pulse.
"Probably because I didn’t sleep well last night and caught a chill. Yecheng wasn’t home last night, and Erbao was a bit restless, so catching a chill might be possible."
The pulse was somewhat chaotic, not like a chill, rather it seemed as if there was excess heat, scrambling within her body: "Lie down, I’ll listen to your heartbeat and check your temperature."
Sometimes the pulse cannot accurately reveal the illness, in such cases, a stethoscope is necessary for assistance.
Upon checking the temperature, indeed, Xiaofeng was running a fever.
Ye Cheng called the nanny to take Erbao down and asked her to sleep with Dabao and Erbao that night.
"What did you eat today?" Ye Cheng felt that Xiaofeng’s condition looked a bit like poisoning.
"I ate at home all day today, and I didn’t eat anything when I went to Lange Yuntian in the evening, come to think of it, I just had a White Rabbit Creamy Candy," Xiaofeng thought about it but did realize she had eaten something.