Chapter 124: Chapter 124 Uncle Duan, Hello
Bai Chuwei paused slightly, internally cursing the trouble, and quickened her pace without looking back, heading toward the banquet’s entrance.
Still sprawled in the dark corner on the plate, Xue Qiu: “???”
Ancestral spirit, why didn’t you take me with you? Could it be that you think Ball Ball ate too much? QAQ
Xue Qiu felt aggrieved and resolutely hoisted a fried chicken leg, longer than its own body, onto its back, leaped down from the bench, and dashed quickly towards Bai Chuwei: ‘Ancestral spirit, wait for your most beloved Xue Qiu!’
“Xiuqi! What are you doing?” Tong Yunrou’s face turned pale as she watched Duan Xiuqi swiftly descend from the upstairs and run through the crowd towards that white figure.
A sense of foreboding rose again in her heart…
Duan Xiuqi’s gaze was fixed on that figure, and the second he was about to approach Bai Chuwei, a tall, dark figure blocked between them.
Duan Feihan obstructed Duan Xiuqi’s line of sight like an imposing distant mountain, his voice cold, “Third Brother, you’re being very rude.”
Xue Qiu took the opportunity of Bai Chuwei pausing to scurry into her pocket.
Bai Chuwei, with a look of disgust, grabbed it along with the fried chicken leg on its back and tossed them out the door, filthy!
How dare it stuff a chicken leg into her pocket!
Bai Chuwei frowned and gently massaged her temples with her slender, jade-like fingers, already contemplating getting a serving of Spicy Soup to give to Duan Xiuqi.
She couldn’t escape it; Duan Xiuqi would probably find his way to the Bai Family instantly.
With her delicate hand in her pocket, Bai Chuwei turned her head and looked over, her lips curling into a lazy smile, “Uncle Duan, hi.”
The young girl was dressed in a self-made white linen long dress, the hem embroidered with a simple yet imposing red rose, extremely striking against the white fabric. She looked back at him with a hands-behind-back, effulgent smile, lazily affectionate brows naturally arching, her lips a tender red, breathtakingly beautiful, as if ethereal clouds hung in the background to complement her.
Just like twenty years ago, when he first laid eyes on her during that summer, Bai Chu had dressed the same.
Twenty years flashed by, and he had long shed his reckless arrogance, gaining maturity and steadiness. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NovєlFіre.net
And the girl before him, with her beaming smile, seemed just like Bai Chu at eighteen years old.
No—no matter how advanced cosmetic medicine is, it’s impossible to maintain someone’s appearance at eighteen!
One look at Tong Yunrou, and it’s clear. No matter how well the thirty-something Tong Yunrou takes care of herself, people would think she looks in her twenties, but no one would mistake her for an eighteen-year-old high school girl.
Duan Xiuqi just stared at Bai Chuwei, speechless for a moment.
Perhaps it was his too-intense gaze; Duan Feihan frowned deeply and blocked Bai Chuwei’s front.
Bai Chuwei, bored, began to write with her fingers on Duan Feihan’s back, her fingertips gliding over the suit fabric in a strangely enticing way.
Bai Chuwei: Can I use a rock to smash your Third Brother?
Everyone present could sense that something was amiss, as Tong Yunrou and the butler supported Elder Master Duan downstairs from the second floor.
Tong Yunrou, her face deathly white, looked at the girl by the entrance of the hall, her lips trembling, “Bai… Bai… Bai Chu.”
The woman had returned?
Elder Master Duan was also shocked, was that girl from twenty years ago?
Upon hearing the name “Bai Chu,” everyone’s expression changed, and some reporters even discreetly took out their phones to record…
Tong Yunrou suddenly stepped forward and screamed shrilly, “Duan Xiuqi, wake up! She’s not Bai Chu!”