The Young Matriarch
Chapter 533 - Chapter 533 Chapter 533 Shes Not the Owner of the Sky City

Chapter 533: Chapter 533: She’s Not the Owner of the Sky City Mansion! Chapter 533: Chapter 533: She’s Not the Owner of the Sky City Mansion! Bai Chuwei saw Fang Qin’s face flushed with anger and barely suppressed a smile, “You’ve got it wrong. What I want to tell the Fang Family is that if you don’t want to be targeted by demonic cultivators and driven to ruin, you’d better pull out that tree. Don’t come begging to me later on.”

The Unnatural Management Bureau under Zhao Tianfang is a legitimate organization, but that group of demonic cultivators are not to be trifled with.

This fool even made hand cream out of the tree leaf juice–isn’t that just asking for demonic cultivators to come knocking at their door?

A tree?

Fang Qin finally came to a realization and understood, “You… it was you who hired someone to go after my family’s tree? What ruin? Are you really cursing my family like this?”

Fang Qin was both angry and amused, “Beg you? A college student like you always talking about begging–when my brother had an issue last time, I didn’t beg you, and didn’t he turn out fine? Even if my family really went to ruin, we wouldn’t beg you!”

“Is that so?” Bai Chuwei appeared indifferent and bored, making Fang Qin feel as though he had punched cotton.

A female student’s voice came from the stairwell, “What’s going on here, juniors?”

It was a senior sister who had come to help.

Fang Qin immediately hid the anger on her face and hurried down the stairs, apologizing profusely to the senior.

That senior stood in the corridor and called out to the dormitory of several female students, “Remember one thing on your first day at Imperial Capital University, juniors–never go to the back mountain! Whether you’re dating or just curious, going to the back mountain is strictly forbidden. The school has issued a new rule: anyone caught on the back mountain will be expelled without exception.”

After the senior finished informing them and left, a group of female students started gossiping.

Hua Yumeng’s eyes sparkled with excitement, gossiping, “I heard on a forum before coming here that there have been several incidents on the back mountain this year. It is said that some literati from the Chinese department tried to hold a poetry session up there and ran back wetting their pants from fright. Some people even went missing without a trace.”

Bai Chuwei let out a light laugh, guessing it was probably Zhao Tianfang’s injured little snake wreaking havoc on the back mountain.

Fang Qin glanced at Bai Chuwei, feeling her heart suddenly pounding in her chest.

Whoever was caught on the back mountain would be expelled…

If she wanted to study peacefully, it would be best for this girl named Bai Chuwei not to be at this university…

Hua Yumeng, sitting at the dormitory desk, educated them, “There are many rich and powerful people in the Imperial Capital; remember that the most powerful family you can’t afford to offend right now is the Liu Family! It’s a pity the Liu Family has no sons, so there’s no chance to get acquainted.”

A gleam of excitement flashed in Hua Yumeng’s eyes as she said animatedly, “But no matter how mysterious the Liu Family is, they’re not as mysterious as the owner of Sky City! Everyone says that the Liu Family’s status as one of the eight great noble families is all thanks to the owner of the Sky City mansion. If I meet them, I’ll definitely strive to form a close relationship!”

Bai Chuwei coolly dropped a remark and walked away, “Then you have no chance.”

Hua Yumeng watched Bai Chuwei leave the dormitory room, her anger flaring as she threw a glass bottle into the trash can.

What does she know, she isn’t the owner of the Sky City mansion!

*

Duan Xingye felt that his fourth uncle’s visit to his dorm room was utterly useless. While other parents were helping their sons make the beds and sweep the floor, his fourth uncle just sat in a chair watching him.

Duan Xingye resigned himself to making his bed, working up a sweat.

The dorm room had a loft-bed-over-desk setup. As he wiped the sweat off and climbed down, he suddenly noticed Duan Feihan sitting in a chair with one arm propped on the desk, his thumb massaging his temple.

“Fourth Uncle, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Duan Feihan lifted his deep eyes and asked with a frown, “Did you hear it too–the sound of a snake?”