The Young Matriarch
Chapter 508 - Chapter 508 Chapter 508 Hurry and take Bai Chuwei to the

Chapter 508: Chapter 508: Hurry and take Bai Chuwei to the hospital! Chapter 508: Chapter 508: Hurry and take Bai Chuwei to the hospital! Li’s mother thought of something and lowered her voice, “Right, the second young miss will be going to the Imperial Capital soon.”

Fang Qin’s face changed, and she said solemnly, “Where’s this second young miss coming from? If you spout nonsense again, I’ll tear your mouth apart!” Fang Qin huffed and, lifting her skirt, began to walk downstairs.

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Having stayed at Lingyin Temple for a day, Bai Chuwei and the others, disregarding the abbot’s pleas to stay, prepared to descend the mountain.

Duan Xiuqi had still not chosen to return, but Bai Chuwei didn’t mind and respected the adult’s decision.

They chose not to walk down the mountain again; Duan Feihan still opted for the cable car ride.

Looking through the glass window at the beautiful scenery outside, Su Ruan said, “We’ll be preparing to head back to Haicheng in a few days, won’t we?”

The trip had already lasted more than ten days, long enough.

Bai Chuwei murmured a soft agreement, it was time to return. Her phone in her pocket vibrated. Bai Chuwei took it out and looked at it, a hint of an intriguing smile gradually spreading across her refined features.

As soon as Duan Xingye and the others saw Bai Chuwei’s smile, they felt a tingling on their scalps.

[Liu Man, the foolish foster mother: Stay a few more days in the Imperial Capital, and if you’re short on money, I, as your foster mother, will transfer some to you.]

This was not the first WeChat message Liu Man had sent her. During this period, Liu Man had been very enthusiastic, sending quite a few messages, which Bai Chuwei of course ignored.

Duan Feihan glanced at it and asked, “Do you want to stay a few more days?”

Bai Chuwei scoffed, “Stay a few more days because Liu Man said so? Who is she to tell me what to do? We’ll start our journey back to Haicheng tomorrow.”

The matter had been dealt with; it was time to go back to Haicheng. Anyway, it wouldn’t be more than a month before she had to come back to the Imperial Capital for college.

The old ancestor was returning to Haicheng, and all eight great families gathered to see her off.

The return journey was very smooth; there were no incidents of passengers collapsing on the plane, and everyone arrived at Haicheng Airport safely.

“Miss Weiwei, I’m here to pick you up,” said the Bai Family driver, trying to muster a smile.

Bai Chuwei’s eyes flickered, and she gently patted Duan Feihan on the shoulder with a deep smile, “Hanhan, no need to see me off, the Bai Family’s people have come for me.”

Duan Feihan frowned slightly and said in a low voice, “Then I’ll come to see you tonight.”

As soon as they got into the car, the driver stepped on the gas and sped out of the airport, moving at a considerable speed, almost as if racing.

Bai Chuwei leaned one elbow on the car window, letting her hair be blown about by the wind, her demeanor altogether calm and composed.

The driver took a call, and Bai Hongguang’s voice, anxious as if on the verge of hopping mad, came through, “Has Bai Chuwei been picked up? Where is she?”

“Second Master, we’re almost there!” the driver said with a pained expression, repeatedly shouting.

The car rushed to Haicheng City People’s Hospital and stopped. Bai Chuwei hadn’t even gotten out yet when she saw Bai Hongguang’s familiar figure rushing towards her, eagerly opening the car door for her as the outside heat instantly hit her face.

Bai Chuwei, sitting in the back seat, had no intention of getting out. She looked at Bai Hongguang with interest, her red lips parting lightly, “You’ve really got some nerve, taking me to the hospital?”

When Bai Hongguang met Bai Chuwei’s leisurely, smiling gaze, he couldn’t help but tremble involuntarily and quickly averted his eyes.

“Old… old ancestor, if not for the monk, then for Buddha’s sake, at least consider that the child in Xiaomiao’s belly is also of the Bai Family’s blood,” he pleaded.

Bai Hongguang looked around and, noting the crowd, felt it was too embarrassing to kneel before Bai Chuwei.

“End of the day, I am your foster father in name, right? Please help, it’s a matter of life and death. Xiaomiao is not doing well!” he implored.

Bai Chuwei glanced at him sideways, her tone icy, “Didn’t I tell you to abort the ectopic pregnancy child? Didn’t you listen?”