The Young Matriarch

Chapter 86 - 086 I Refuse

Chapter 86: Chapter 086 I Refuse

Bai Chuwei held a rose in her hand, the petals with dew gently brushing against the man’s chest, akin to a breeze of spring passing by. She leaned in very close, her voice seductive as she said, “How about following me? I can make you the richest man in China, and I can protect you.”

This was how the renowned eight great families of China came to be, seeking their ancestors’ blessings and willingly serving them generation after generation.

Duan Xingye blurted out from the side, “Isn’t this just asking someone to be a lackey?” He was willing, oh, how he wished to sign up!

Tsk—would becoming an ancestor’s lackey treat you unfairly?

Duan Feihan’s eyes, which were slightly bright just moments before, gradually turned cold. He stepped back, creating distance from Bai Chuwei, and his thin lips suddenly pressed into a straight line as he said indifferently, “I refuse.”

Bai Chuwei was taken aback, “?”

Refuse?

In these five thousand years, whenever she had made a request, there had never been anyone who refused her.

Then Bai Chuwei quickly realized, Duan Feihan was no ordinary Joe; he was the future major antagonist, who persisted until the grand finale, nearly killing the male and female leads with his wildly vicious methods.

After all, he was the one who, with his own power, led the Duan Family to gradually surpass the eight great families.

Tsk, the future antagonist is really arrogant.

Bai Chuwei smiled, her fingers lightly curling a strand of her hair, and walked towards him. With her slender fingers holding the red rose, she gently inserted it into the pocket on the left side of Duan Feihan’s shirt, embraced the man’s strong and towering yet slightly stiff body, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear, “It’s okay, I’ll wait for you to come to me anytime. Being an ancestor’s lackey is worth it.”

“Sweet dreams to you.”

She took a deep breath of the spiritual energy from his body, satisfied, she let go of him, retreated with a beaming smile into the night, and got into the Bai Family’s private car that was not far away, before driving off.

Duan Xingye was utterly entranced, repeating over and over, “I’m willing, if Uncle Four isn’t, I am!”

“Shut up!” Duan Feihan’s expression cooled as he reprimanded in a low voice.

Duan Xingye felt somewhat aggrieved. Uncle Four hadn’t seen Bai Chuwei’s tactics just now. He truly believed that being Bai Chuwei’s lackey was a good deal; he didn’t understand what his uncle was thinking.

Maybe as the heir of the Duan Family, there was a kind of pride and dignity.

*

The spring night was gentle, and a white paper crane fluttered its small wings in the air. Its eyes, marked with a red marker, were as crimson as blood, unnoticed by anyone in the night.

The paper crane flew into a dilapidated courtyard and landed on the desk.

About ten minutes later, a middle-aged man with a pale face and unsteady steps walked in from outside, his gaze immediately falling on the paper crane on the desk.

What is this?

Where did it come from?

A feeling of unease suddenly rose in Sun Dayong’s heart. He hurried forward, grabbed the paper crane, and saw a message written on its small wings, “Come over within three days.”

Sun Dayong took a sharp intake of cold air, his face growing uglier by the second.

Could it be from the person who messed up his plans?

He unfolded it and saw that this paper was no ordinary paper; it was a police statement form…

Does that mean the police already know?

A wave of panic surged through Sun Dayong, and his malicious eyes stared fixedly at the elegant handwriting, clenching his teeth tightly.

In the past twenty-plus years, the world’s spiritual energy began to gradually recover, and superpower users emerged abroad while China saw an increase in cultivators.

He was a demonic cultivator who progressed extremely fast in his practice. When had he ever been treated like this?

Sun Dayong’s eyes were dark and sinister as he muttered, “Who do you think you are to command me to come over?”

Sun Dayong vehemently spat on the floor and tore the paper crane to shreds on the spot!