The Young Matriarch

Chapter 968: Chapter 968: Fourth Uncle, are you going to become a stepfather?

The white-haired little boy smacked his lips as he snuggled against Bai Chuwei’s feet, showing her his round bum.

Bai Chuwei: "..."

Wow, he’s sleeping really soundly.

Everyone watching couldn’t help but click their tongues. Bai Chuwei treats kids like this?

Why does it seem like she knows this child?

Suddenly, everyone harbored a guess... Could this be a secret that shouldn’t be known by others?

Duan Xingye widened his eyes as a thought popped into his mind.

Weiwei is a fairy cultivating immortality, and before he was born, she had some emotional entanglement with his second uncle. Her actual age doesn’t match her appearance at all.

This... this little boy lying on the ground, could he be... could he be...

Her child?!

Damn!

Wouldn’t that mean his fourth uncle would have to be a stepfather?

No, even if he actually becomes a stepfather, many would fight to be in that position, and his fourth uncle wouldn’t be losing out.

Only that the news is a bit too explosive.

Duan Xingye’s mind was a mess, and beside him, National Medical Saint Liu Zhen tightly clutched three or four gleaming silver needles between his fingers, his eyes dancing with excitement, saying, "Ancestral Master, why don’t you let your grand-disciple jab him awake?!"

Bai Chuwei: "..."

Ever since she passed on the Spiritual Dao Thirteen Needles Technique to Liu Zhen in his dreams, Liu Zhen loved to use needles on patients, especially making them howl in pain.

Bai Chuwei looked at the dead-asleep little boy on the ground, drool trickling down the side of his mouth.

"No need, he probably won’t wake up for the next few days."

Bai Chuwei glanced around and was about to wave to a servant to take this guy back.

A slightly cold breeze blew in from outside. A tall man moved against the wind, glanced down at the snoozing little boy, and easily scooped him up, saying to Bai Chuwei, "I’ll take him back to his room first."

Bai Chuwei was astonished, Hanhan?

Duan Xingye twisted his head to watch his fourth uncle carry the boy upstairs to the bedroom, his eyes showing a hint of complexity. noveldrama

Fourth uncle, fourth uncle, you’re quick to assume the role.

He’s already swiftly taken on the role of stepfather, truly impressive.

Today, on New Year’s Day, so many people gave gifts, but only the last one left a shocking and unforgettable impression on everyone.

In the afternoon, these New Year visitors gradually left the Bai Family.

Bai Chuwei looked at the pile of gifts filling the Bai Family and the warehouse, contemplated for a while, then said to Bai Guofu, "I’ll pick a few, you guys keep the rest."

The Cloud-swallowing Beast widened its watery eyes, a bit displeased, bumping Bai Chuwei’s elbow with its little horn.

Bai Chuwei tugged on its horn, saying, "The truckload of supplies I gifted to you are all stored in the Spatial Spiritual Tool, I’m not greedy for your stuff."

Only then did the Cloud-swallowing Beast feel satisfied.

Still during the holiday season, each home was visiting relatives.

The next day, Bai Chuwei took the little boy, still sound asleep, to the Duan Family.

The big black snake named One Million crawled out from under Duan Feihan’s bed, its lantern-sized red eyes excitedly fixated on the little boy, pretending to be fierce as it opened its bloody mouth, acting as if to swallow the child whole.

"Huff huff—"

No reaction.

One Million closed its mouth somewhat disappointed, boringly slipped back under the big bed, its tail occasionally protruding out to sway a bit.

Missing the old times when the dead rat came to pick a fight with it.

"Weiwei, Fourth Uncle, come downstairs to play mahjong!" Duan Xingye was outside knocking on the door, shouting loudly.