Chapter 232: Chapter 232: Bai Chuwei is Listed in My Bai Family’s Genealogy
Bai Guofu was utterly confused, “Daughter? I’ve had only two sons all my life; I’ve never had any daughters.”
No daughter… So where did Bai Chuwei’s aunt come from?
Can people truly cultivate immortality and then maintain their youthful appearance?
Duan Xiuqi asked again, “Is it true that Bai Chuwei is an adopted daughter of your Bai Family?”
The old Master Bai’s face turned dark instantly, and he said coldly, “Did Yinyin tell you that? Nonsense! Rumors! Bai Chuwei is someone who has been listed in our Bai family’s genealogy!”
Duan Xiuqi’s expression was unfathomable. Then what was the deal with this Aunt Bai Chu?
“Groom, shouldn’t you go and fetch the bride now? It’s almost time,” a friend walked over, clapping Duan Xiuqi on the shoulder with a teasing smile.
Duan Xiuqi responded indifferently and, surrounded by the crowd, headed toward the bride’s room.
The protagonist of the day was not Duan Feihan of the Duan Family. Standing amidst the crowd, he still stood out, his eyes looking up at the sky that had suddenly cleared. For some reason, he felt it was related to Bai Chuwei…
The weather forecast had said it would be torrential rain for the next three days.
Dressed formally like the others, Duan Xingye stared bewilderedly at Xu Xingchen amongst the groomsmen, somewhat confused: “Why is Xu Xingchen here?”
No sooner had he spoken than Duan Xingye realized.
Earlier, when he was asked to be a groomsman, he declined on the pretext of studying, and his father had excitedly promised to find another young man to be the groomsman.
Turns out… turns out it was Xu Xingchen?
Duan Xingye watched as his father enthusiastically introduced Xu Xingchen to the elite families of Haicheng, feeling extremely disappointed!
The old Master Duan was also not pleased: “That rebellious son, why did he bring that illegitimate child here?”
It seemed Duan Xiuhao had not given up on the idea of bringing Xu Xingchen back to the Duan family. Today, he had brought the illegitimate son to meet the distinguished figures of Haicheng again.
Today was his third son’s wedding day, and the old Master Duan was almost fainted with anger by his eldest son’s outrageous behavior. He had to take several cardiac pills before he could calm down.
Duan Feihan’s eyes were deep like the vast ocean, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, he said in a low voice, “Father, I’ll go inside and take a look.”
Calling an illegitimate child to be a groomsman, the very same illegitimate child that the elder had explicitly forbidden from returning to the main family, was truly an act that could strip the Duan family of all dignity!
Duan Feihan followed the wedding procession toward the inside…
Duan Xiuqi, surrounded by the wedding procession, walked at the forefront, and it took some enthusiastic red packet distribution by the groomsmen to smoothly enter the bedroom.
Tong Yunrou, wearing a snow-white wedding dress, sat on the bed, holding back tears of excitement as she looked at him, clutching the bouquet tightly.
Duan Xiuqi watched, somewhat spellbound. Twenty years ago, he might never have thought that he would marry a woman other than Bai Chu.
Back then, the little tyrant of Haicheng had only one thought in mind: either he would marry Bai Chu or he would become a monk!
Tong Yunrou had waited for him for twenty years, and finally, there was a result. Original content can be found at novel[f]ire.net
As for him, he had waited for Bai Chu for twenty years, only to reach an end without blooming or bearing fruit, a fiery beginning that ended in silence.
Bai Yinyin, acting as the bridesmaid, coughed and said, pressing down the excitement in her heart, “Let’s play a little game. The groom must find the crystal shoe hidden by the most beautiful bride in the room.”
Duan Xiuqi assented and began, as though participating in a variety show.
The onlookers were filled with emotion. Is Duan the Film Emperor getting married? Any person in this room is more excited than he is.
Until they saw Duan Xiuqi’s face suddenly change, his indifferent expression gradually shifting from cloudy to the onset of a storm…