The Young Matriarch

Chapter 969: Chapter 969: Take Duan Feihan to Propose Marriage, The More Grand the Better

Bai Chuwei patted the back of the one hundred thousand and instructed, "Let me know when he wakes up."

After saying that, Bai Chuwei followed Duan Feihan downstairs.

Playing mahjong, a must-have activity during the New Year.

Duan Xingye was already seated at the automatic mahjong table, looking at Duan Feihan pleadingly, "Fourth Uncle, it’s New Year, go easy on me. I only have so much pocket money."

Playing cards with his fourth uncle, he rarely won.

Duan Feihan sat by Bai Chuwei’s side and glanced sideways, speaking indifferently, "No mercy."

The elegant lady sitting opposite Bai Chuwei smiled at her extremely disappointed son, Duan Xingye, and said, "Your fourth uncle won’t let you win from now on."

People with partners are like that.

Bai Chuwei suddenly chuckled softly, "Hanhan better not go easy on me, I won’t lose."

Duan Feihan’s eyes flashed a smile, "Alright, then..."

Duan Xingye shivered involuntarily; he had a premonition that he would be the one to lose the most today.

When it comes to mahjong, it’s been invented for hundreds of years and she’s been playing it for hundreds of years.

Today, they’re all destined to lose to her.

The four of them sat in a circle playing mahjong, surrounded by relatives of the Duan Family watching for fun, occasionally participating in their games and placing bets.

Grandpa Duan and some relatives were sitting nearby chatting and watching TV, with the sound of skits coming from the television, making the home feel festive.

Duan Xingye kept lamenting, "Fourth Uncle, don’t be too ruthless, whatever Weiwei wants, you play it!"

Duan Feihan remained expressionless, "Just a coincidence."

After winning several rounds, as the mahjong tiles washed in the machine, a middle-aged man quickly squeezed in, grabbed Duan Feihan’s wrist, and shouted, "Old Four, stop playing mahjong for now, there’s something important to do first."

Duan Xingye’s mother, Yang Jingya, glanced up and sneered, "Old Four, ignore him, it’s the New Year, bad luck!"

Duan Feihan coldly shook off Duan Xiuhao and asked in a deep voice, "What’s up?"

Duan Xiuhao saw the relatives around and couldn’t say directly; he winked at Duan Feihan and saw Bai Chuwei’s interested expression. He added, "Miss Bai, it’d be best if you could come too."

All the relatives were confused, not understanding what kind of plan the Duan Family’s eldest had.

Duan Feihan’s face remained cold, his thin lips uttering two indifferent words, "Not going." noveldrama

Duan Feihan recalled what his eldest brother was plotting.

Ever since knowing that his son Xu Xingchen had arranged his own betrothal, he had been contemplating proposing to the Tong Family on Xu Xingchen’s behalf.

This kid Xu Xingchen had it tough; his mother was imprisoned when he was in his third year of high school, leaving only his father, so of course, he had to help Xu Xingchen with these matters.

On New Year’s Eve, Bai Chuwei revealed that Xu Xingchen had settled his lifelong affair while participating in archaeology in Zhongzhou.

No need to say, this partner must be none other than Tong Qingyan.

Duan Xiuhao made a call, and Xu Xingchen responded ambiguously, but tacitly acknowledged settling his lifelong affair.

As a father, he naturally wanted to offer the best betrothal gifts for his son!

Initially, he wanted to ask his wife Yang Jingya to join, but she flatly refused.

Grandpa? Duan Xiuhao didn’t dare ask, but certainly wouldn’t agree.

If this were for Duan Xingye’s marriage proposal, the entire family would help. The more he thought, the more Xiuhao felt for his son Xingchen, the more determined he was to propose, and the grander the better!