The Young Matriarch

Chapter 970: Chapter 970: Fox Clan’s Holy Fruit, Xue Qiu’s Transformation Instantly Defeats Everyone!

The fourth son is the future heir of the Duan Family and is practically an emperor within the entertainment industry.

If he accompanies to propose for his nephew, the situation would instantly be elevated.

Unexpectedly, Duan Feihan directly refused, without even considering it.

With so many relatives watching at the moment, Duan Xiuhao’s face couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed.

After all, he’s Duan Feihan’s own brother, not even a speck of respect?

Asking him to help propose for his nephew doesn’t cost him his life, why refuse so bluntly?

Duan Xiuhao’s expression turned quite unpleasant, just as he was about to lose his temper, Bai Chuwei leisurely played a tile and said with a smile in her voice, "Hanhan, show some respect to your brother. It’s just proposing, right?"

"But with so many relatives here today, it’s hard to leave," Bai Chuwei snapped her fingers, "Hanhan, why don’t you lend your brother your convoy instead?"

Duan Feihan owns a convoy, each car of which is a globally top-tier limited edition luxury vehicle, and driving out any one of them is incredibly eye-catching, not to mention an entire convoy for a proposal, it certainly offers ample face.

Duan Xiuhao’s eyes flashed with joy, involuntarily saying, "You, fourth brother, are not as understanding as little Weiwei over here."

Duan Feihan looked a bit helplessly at the deep laughter evident in Bai Chuwei’s eyes and said indifferently to Duan Xiuhao, "Then I’ll lend them to you, brother."

Hope he can still laugh later.

With the flashy convoy, Duan Feihan not coming along to help propose didn’t bother Duan Xiuhao, who squeezed out of the crowd contentedly and arrogantly ordered the servants to load the prepared gifts into the cars.

Bai Chuwei curved her lips and slapped the mahjong table, "I win!"

Well— from a novel of sweet romance turning into deep tragic love, naturally, she, the most excellent writer in China, would help craft heart-wrenching points for the protagonist couple.

Go, go propose to the Tong Family.

Let the tragic love hit stronger!

Duan Xiuhao was just a minor episode that nobody paid much attention to; Bai Chuwei was just touching her next round of cards when suddenly she heard a screeching voice.

Bai Chuwei’s grip on the mahjong tiles paused slightly.

A barefoot child rushed downstairs in a panic, his blue eyes scanning the crowded hall until he saw a familiar figure and almost sprinted to embrace—

Instantly hugged Bai Chuwei’s leg and cried out, "Ancestor..."

Bai Chuwei squinted slightly and interrupted, "What did you call me?"

Xue Qiu covered his chubby face in horror; did he just speak human words?

He was really wronged. On New Year’s Eve, he was forced to have lunch with Wuming and the others. He was firmly resisting the capitalist sugar-coated cannonballs, but who could have thought the food was so delicious, making him drool.

Well... eat a little then.

Especially the plate of bright red fruits in the middle of the table, he had never seen them before, but they smelled so fragrant.

Wuming, the sly man, smiled gently, "Have a bite; it’s quite tasty."

Seeing such a cordial invitation, Xue Qiu naturally gave it a try. Hey, it was indeed delicious, and he devoured three or four of them.

Su Qiuqiu, the witch, was heartbroken, shouting that those were the Fox Clan’s Holy Fruits! Not to be wasted on ugly things.

The more the witch protested, the more he wanted to eat.

After lunch, he tried to steal the witch’s phone to contact the ancestor but got caught, and then... he fell asleep. Upon waking up, he found himself at the Duan Family.

Under the bed was that dumb snake worth a million. noveldrama

He, Lord Xue Qiu, actually returned!

He knew Wuming wouldn’t dare offend him!

Excitedly wanting to jump down and find the ancestor, he was horror-struck to discover he had transformed into... a human chubby kid!!

Xue Qiu and Bai Chuwei locked eyes, seeing the fleeting cold gleam in the ancestor’s eyes, instantly understood.

One shouldn’t call the ancestor in public!

Looking at his stubby arms and legs, Xue Qiu tried to scrape words from his mind, his brain still somewhat foggy.

He couldn’t understand, he just had a nap, how did he transform, and how was he brought back?

Going through all the trouble to catch him to O Continent and then easily release him back? Was the person sick?

Xue Qiu was puzzled for a moment, hesitantly calling Bai Chuwei, "...Mom?"

Duan Feihan’s smile gradually froze, and he said in a deep voice, "What did you call her?"

Xue Qiu stared with his big blue eyes; otherwise, how should he call? He reluctantly addressed Duan Feihan, "Dad?"

Better revert straight back to his original form.

Someone in the crowd angrily shouted, "Duan Feihan, you really are something!! It’s outrageous you’re robbing the cradle, and now there’s a kid involved?"

Duan Feihan: "..."

Robbing the cradle?