The Young Matriarch

Tong Yunrou, sitting next to Duan Xiuqi, started with a smile, breaking the stiffness in the room, “Fourth Master, are you planning to give this rose to a girl? Just one won’t be enough.”

At this, everyone’s attention turned to the rose in Duan Feihan’s hands.

The red rose petals were delicate, dotted with a few droplets of water, and extremely beautiful.

Duan Feihan looked down at it, his usually icy gaze softened somewhat, and he said indifferently, “It was a gift from a girl.”

Having said that, Duan Feihan instructed the elder to rest early, casually picked up a blue and white porcelain vase from the first floor’s hall, and went straight back to his own courtyard.

Duan Feihan entered his spacious and bright bedroom, which exuded a minimalist and cool style.

The blue and white porcelain vase was filled with clean water, and the rose took residence within it, placed on the bedside table.

As Bai Chuwei had said, it was time to rest for the night.

Inside the Duan Family hall, everyone was wide-eyed and speechless.

A servant exclaimed in shock, “Did the Fourth Master really take that blue and white porcelain vase to… nurture the rose? That vase seems to be worth over sixty million, doesn’t it?”

Sixty million for an antique to hold a mere rose??

They couldn’t understand the world of the wealthy.

Tong Yunrou covered her lips and chuckled, “What matters is not the rose itself, but the person who gave the rose.”

Duan Xiuqi, who had been silent beside her, subconsciously touched the rose bracelet on his left wrist. Tong Yunrou’s smile froze in an instant, and she inwardly regretted bringing up the topic.

Duan Xiuqi remembered that Bai Chu also liked roses and was skilled at flower arranging.

He recalled that after Bai Chu had been taken away by the young Duan Feihan, she hadn’t left anything behind, except for the freshly trimmed roses in a vase on the table, with dew still clinging to the petals.

It was so quietly beautiful that he thought she had just gone out for a while, and would soon return.

Of course, she never came back.

Later, he preserved the only bunch of roses Bai Chu left behind using a special technique and made it into a rose bracelet, which he had worn for twenty years.

Duan Xiuqi was very professional in the entertainment industry, never arguing with anyone. The only time was when he removed his bracelet for an underwater advertisement and handed it to a staff member, nearly losing it. That was the one time he lost his temper, shocking the entire entertainment industry.

After sending Tong Yunrou away, Duan Xiuqi, sensing her unease, tried to probe, “Xiuqi, our wedding is coming up soon. The bracelet doesn’t match the wedding attire. When will you take it off?”

“On the day of the wedding. I have things to attend to now, so I won’t see you out.”

He had waited for twenty years, and perhaps the day of the wedding would be the end of that wait.

Tong Yunrou watched Duan Xiuqi’s retreating figure, her beautiful eyes shining with determination.

Bai Chu, you can have the money, but you better not show up.

If you ruin my wedding, I’ll make you pay with your life!

*

Bai Chuwei wasn’t worried about Duan Xingye, but she couldn’t help feeling somewhat anxious about Duan Feihan. She wondered if he had obediently taken the rose she gave him to sleep with?

Because she was inexplicably worried, Bai Chuwei even made a special trip to Duan Feihan’s dreamscape.

It was the Duan Family’s large villa as usual, only the sky was a brilliant blue with a few white clouds drifting by, and the sunshine was radiant, unlike the gloomy darkness she had seen before.

It seemed he had indeed gone to sleep with the rose she had given him.

Thinking this, Bai Chuwei suddenly saw two figures appear not far away.

Duan Feihan was holding a girl on the lush lawn, their behavior quite intimate.

Bai Chuwei: ?

She gave him the rose to ensure he had a good night’s sleep. How did he end up having an X-rated dream?

And who was the woman in his dream?