The Young Matriarch-Chapter 235 - You Can’t Get Married, I Can’t Be Happy

Chapter 235 -235 You Can’t Get Married, I Can’t Be Happy

Tong Yunrou clutched her ears and let out a shriek. Duan Xiuqi didn’t know…? Was he testing her just now?

“Xiuqi, don’t go, marry me…”

With a thud, Tong Yunrou fell to the ground, crying out in desolation.

Her eyes glazed over, Tong Yunrou stared ahead blankly. Her wedding… was over?

What about the Tong Family…?

If she couldn’t become the third lady of the Duan Family, the Tong Family would be bankrupt too…

From a top socialite heiress to an ordinary woman? How could she ever accept this downfall?!

“No, this can’t be… Duan Xiuqi, you have to marry me!” Tong Yunrou murmured to herself and suddenly sprang up from the ground, chasing after him outside.

As all the onlookers hurried out, Duan Feihan massaged his temples and began to deal with the aftermath.

Duan Xingye was utterly dumbfounded, looking at Duan Feihan, who was managing the situation with a touch of sympathy, he couldn’t help saying, “Uncle, you’ve got it tough.”

Today wasn’t even his uncle’s wedding, so why was his uncle handling everything?

With a deep and solemn gaze, Duan Feihan looked at the three strands of blue silk swirling around his wrist and strode outside.

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Bai Chuwei appeared outside the wedding venue in a white, simple dress with black patterns. Both her attire and her beauty turned the heads of the wedding guests.

Not becoming a star would be such a waste of that face!

Bai Chuwei approached the gift reception area and took out a box containing Spicy Soup, saying indifferently, “I have a gift to give.”

A small spell was cast on the box; Duan Xiuqi would certainly see it.

As Bai Chuwei was about to hand the box to the Duan Family butler to record the gift, she heard urgent footsteps coming from inside, quite eager.

Duan Xiuqi and Tong Yunrou, one after the other, dashed out from inside the wedding venue, locking eyes with Bai Chuwei’s deep and serene pupils.

Tong Yunrou noticed Bai Chuwei’s white dress with black patterns, pristine to the extreme.

Ominous!

So ominous!

On her wedding day, she dressed like this to come here—was she cursing their wedding to fail?

With bloodshot eyes, Tong Yunrou glared at Bai Chuwei and began to laugh hysterically as she taunted, “Are you pleased now? Seeing that I can’t marry Duan Xiuqi, does that make you happy?”

Bai Chuwei glanced at the “wedding gift” in her hand, “Clearly, I can’t be happy if you two can’t get married.”

Tong Yunrou stared at Bai Chuwei’s ethereally beautiful face, identical to how it was twenty years ago.

She had aged, and so had Duan Xiuqi.

Yet Bai Chuwei remained the same as twenty years prior, ageless and immortal.

Envy blazed within her like flames, Tong Yunrou bore into Bai Chuwei with her gaze and screamed hysterically, “You should have died at the hands of those Demonic Cultivators twenty years ago! Don’t you have a heart condition? Why aren’t you dead?”

Bai Chuwei’s expression grew increasingly somber, as a breeze from nowhere lifted her ink-black hair.

She casually brushed the tousled strands aside with a light chuckle that emerged like a whisper, “It sounds like you were the one behind the Demonic Cultivators twenty years ago?”

“Very well, Miss Tong, I’ll remember you.” Bai Chuwei’s voice was as warm as a customer service representative.

Her words were casually uttered, but they caused Tong Yunrou to snap to her senses, feeling a cold sweat breaking out on the back of her neck…

She almost forgot who Bai Chu… oh no, Bai Chuwei was.

The woman who saved her mother and helped them escape the mountainous region…

“Bai Chu, you—”

The wedding guests who had come for the excitement followed outside, and as soon as they did, they heard Duan Xiuqi and Tong Yunrou yelling at a mysterious beauty called Bai Chu.

Someone exclaimed in shock, “Bai Chu? Could it be the woman Duan, the movie star, has been waiting for twenty years?”

Damn, what a bombshell today!