The Young Matriarch
Chapter 629 - Chapter 629 Chapter 629 She the Great Ancestor hasnt even won

Chapter 629: Chapter 629: She, the Great Ancestor, hasn’t even won him over yet, okay? Chapter 629: Chapter 629: She, the Great Ancestor, hasn’t even won him over yet, okay? One million: “What the hell are you thinking!”

A hissing sound of a snake entered their ears. Su Qiuqiu looked to the left of Duan Feihan and saw a giant black python coiling nearby. Its blood-red eyes stared straight at her, and it seemed to threaten her with its flickering tongue.

Su Qiuqiu took a step back in alarm.

One million felt a little smug. Although it was just a cute snake baby, it could still scare the bad guys and protect its owner! Oh yeah!

Su Qiuqiu, shocked, looked at Duan Feihan and said incredulously, “You’re so handsome, why would you keep such an ugly snake?!”

One million: “?”

Are you effing body shaming?

Could it be… it wasn’t the scariness but the ugliness that shocked her?

Su Qiuqiu caressed her chest, her eyes seductive as silk, and looked at Duan Feihan, “But it’s okay if it’s ugly, as long as you are handsome. Let’s form a daoist bond.”

A cold breeze rolled in, lifting the sheer, transparent curtains, and a clear, ice-cold female voice suddenly rang out: “Dare you?!”

The jealous ancestor arrived riding the wind, leapt directly to the second-floor private room, her white long dress fluttering elegantly, like a celestial maiden descending from the heavens.

A strong chill emanated from between her eyebrows, her eyes cold.

Bai Chuwei was furious, was this a joke? Where did this Little Fox scammer come from, daring to compete with the ancestor for a man?

And she wanted to form a daoist bond with Duan Feihan?

She, the ancestor, hadn’t even wooed him yet, okay?

She wanted to sleep with him, and Duan Feihan hadn’t agreed, so what makes you think it’s your turn?

Downstairs, Duan Xingye: “????”

Duan Xingye silently looked at the wooden stairs in front of him, then raised his head to look at the second-floor private room’s window.

What the heck, Weiwei, you went straight to the second floor without waiting for me?

Uncle Four… is also there…

No wonder Bai Chuwei said he would be the greenery again in a while.

Duan Xingye sighed sorrowfully and resignedly climbed the stairs towards the second floor.

Duan Feihan’s cold eyes suddenly melted like ice in the spring, a trace of a light smile flashed in his pupils, and even his lips, which had been in a straight line a moment ago, gently curved upwards.

If it was just a moment before, Su Qiuqiu would have to praise how handsome this man was when he smiled; they were a perfect match!

But at this time, Su Qiuqiu was staring straight at Bai Chuwei, from head to toe, then back up from her feet to her body.

Bai Chuwei’s face… was breathtakingly beautiful, her demeanor ethereal and otherworldly. Her usually serene and gentle brows and eyes now carried a layer of frost, her pale fingers tipped with a fierce energy!

When you’re beautiful, even anger is becoming.

Bai Chuwei stood in front of Duan Feihan, blocking their line of sight. She played with the energetic qi at her fingertips, which she could shape into a ball of energy as easily as cutting through mud, and nonchalantly asked, “Miss, what did you just say to him? I didn’t catch that clearly, could you say it again for me?”

Duan Feihan looked at Bai Chuwei’s graceful figure, the faint scent of medicinal herbs emanating from her stirring more amusement in his eyes.

The maid’s scalp tingled, and she watched Bai Chuwei with horror.

Where did this woman come from, with such powerful strength!

This… clearly, it was a threat.

The maid was terrified, constantly making eyes at Su Qiuqiu.

A bright light burst from Su Qiuqiu’s eyes. She took a step towards Bai Chuwei, shaking her head repeatedly, “I didn’t say anything to that man just now, you might as well have not heard anything.”

Su Qiuqiu looked at Bai Chuwei’s flawless face and suddenly asked, “Miss, do you have a bonded daoist companion? If not, I’d like to sign up!”

Duan Feihan: “…?”