The Young Matriarch

Xu Xingchen laughed awkwardly, Bai Chuwei definitely wasn’t interested in him, and he couldn’t figure out why Bai Chuwei wanted to study at his place, especially since he noticed she hadn’t even brought a pen and clearly wasn’t there to study.

Xu Xingchen knew he was the illegitimate child of the Duan Family, he drew in his lips and whispered softly, “Mom, whether I can return to the Duan Family is still uncertain.”

The financial power of the Duan Family, the entire family conglomerate, was in the hands of Duan Feihan, the Fourth Master, and it was not certain that he would accept this nephew.

A ruthless glint flashed in Xu Li’s eyes as she watched the juicer crush the oranges, confidently whispering words of comfort, “Xingchen, if Duan Xingye were gone, you’d be able to return to the Duan Family soon.”

At those words, Xu Xingchen’s heart skipped a beat, and he thoughtfully looked at his mother.

That comment… seemed to carry a deeper meaning.

In the living room, Bai Chuwei smiled with a meaningful air, her fingers tapping casually on her knee, listening in on the conversation between the two.

She nudged Duan Xingye’s waist with her elbow, “Duan Xingye, don’t you think something is strange?”

Duan Xingye didn’t understand, “What’s strange?”

Bai Chuwei, “I heard Xu Xingchen’s parents are deeply in love, have you seen a family photo in their house? A wedding photo? A family portrait?”

Duan Xingye was taken aback, indeed!

He had been to Xu’s home several times but had never seen Xu Xingchen’s father nor any family photographs.

Bai Chuwei smirked and in a deliberately hushed tone, she provocatively said, “Don’t you think you and Xu Xingchen look a bit alike? Even your names are somewhat similar?”

Duan Xingye startled, the implication of Bai Chuwei’s words almost made him stand up on the spot.

By that time, Xu Li and Xu Xingchen had already carried out the fruit and juice, and Duan Xingye hurriedly composed himself, sitting upright next to Bai Chuwei.

Xu Li looked at Bai Chuwei, her face beaming with smiles as she made polite conversation.

If it weren’t for overhearing her conversation with Xu Xingchen in the kitchen, Bai Chuwei, upon seeing Xu Li’s smiling face, would never have guessed Xu Li’s disdain for her.

Bai Chuwei stood up, hands clasped behind her back as she walked around the first-floor hall, smiling, “Aunt Xu, classmate Xu, your home is beautifully decorated.”

Xu Li felt satisfied inside, as the house, which she had beseeched Duan Xiuhao for a long while to buy, was decorated to her scrutiny; every item was the very best.

This young miss from the Bai Family surely hadn’t seen anything of such high quality before.

Although she was not Duan Xiuhao’s legal wife, her own life was probably much more comfortable than that of his official wife.

Even Duan Xiuhao favored her son, Xingchen, over Duan Xingye!

Xu Li covered her mouth with a light laugh and said, “It’s alright, I just decorated it casually, according to my own preferences.”

Bai Chuwei walked back, one hand resting on Duan Xingye’s shoulder, leaning leisurely on the couch, and laughed, “Aunt Xu is too modest, your house is decorated according to Fengshui Mysticism, the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, not only does it help accumulate wealth, it even keeps men around; it’s not casual at all.”

Xu Li’s smile abruptly froze on her face, her eyes widening in astonishment as she stared at Bai Chuwei.

What was this young girl saying?

How did Bai Chuwei figure out the house’s decor was based on Fengshui?