The Young Matriarch

Chapter 268: Chapter 268: You Are My Little Fairy!

Duan Feihan lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, “But why don’t you think that this tender grass might like a Fairy to come eat it?”

Bai Chuwei looked at him with sympathetic eyes, “Hanhan, you should pursue more practical things in the future. There are no Fairies in this environment of spiritual energy anymore. With such pursuits, you won’t be able to get a wife.”

In this current environment of spiritual energy, there won’t be any female Cultivators achieving immortality and turning into Fairies.

On the entire Earth, there are no Little Fairies, only one old ancestor.

Duan Feihan was silent for a while before saying, “Weiwei, I’ll take you home to study.”

Sitting on the side, Zhou Ying: “…”

She really wanted to help President Duan add a line: “You are my Little Fairy!!!”

Zhou Ying even wished she could skin Duan Feihan and speak for him!

Bai Chuwei’s expression turned cold, she picked up her backpack, stood up, and walked out, throwing down a chilly comment, “I don’t like studying.”

Having learned so much over five thousand years, she had attended countless schools and universities; it was simply impossible for her to be as enthusiastic about studying as Duan Xingye.

Zhou Ying couldn’t help but blurt out to Duan Feihan, “President Duan, I think you should read a few more books on communication…”

Duan Feihan’s face darkened.

Even more infuriating was Duan Xingye, who casually responded to his passing mention last night, “Uncle Four, give it up. I was born with it.”

So last night, he directly threw away all those useless books.

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Zhang Ling lost her husband early and had a son, who suddenly said six months ago that he wanted to study abroad in M Country and join a program.

People dread loneliness, and for Zhang Ling, the emptiness of her home after her son went abroad to study intensified that feeling, and then she met Zhao Yu.

Although Zhao Yu was about the same age as her son, he was quite mature and considerate. After some struggle, Zhang Ling decided to start a romantic relationship with him.

Four or five days ago, Zhao Yu, whom she was deeply in love with, suggested they live together.

Zhang Ling felt awkward, so she let go of the housekeeper, cooked by herself, and sometimes hired part-time help to clean the house once or twice.

The Bai Family’s servants brought over a mysterious basket of vegetables, and when Zhang Ling opened it, she was momentarily stunned.

The vegetables in the basket were flourishing, glistening as if emitting light, prompting Zhang Ling to subconsciously swallow.

Holding the basket, Zhang Ling went to the kitchen and called out to Zhao Yu, who was smoking by the window, “Ah Yu, let’s use these vegetables for dinner tonight. Go take a shower.”

Zhao Yu put out his cigarette and nodded with a smile.

It had to be said… it was fragrant!

Truly fragrant!

Just frying vegetables in the kitchen made Zhang Ling’s appetite surge. @@novelbin@@

A cellphone ringtone came from outside the kitchen. Zhang Ling quickly wiped her hands on her apron and went out to pick up Zhao Yu’s phone but didn’t manage to answer it.

[Yuyu: Liang Liang, you’re studying in M Country, could you please help me buy a bag? It’s only available in M Country right now.]

Although the phone was locked, messages were still coming through.

Upon seeing this message, Zhang Ling was dumbfounded!

Liang Liang?

Her son’s name was Zhang Liang.

And Yuyu was presumably Zhang Liang’s younger cousin, yellow jade.

The key issue was… why was her son’s WeChat account on Zhao Yu’s phone?

Chilled to the bone.

Zhang Ling faintly heard the sound of the water being turned off in the bathroom. Her mind in chaos, she hurriedly set down the phone and returned to the kitchen, pretending like nothing had happened.

Zhao Yu, drying his hair, came out of the bathroom and hugged Zhang Ling’s waist from behind in the kitchen, “The food smells so good tonight.”

Zhang Ling forced a smile, “Yeah, Xiaohui really treasures these vegetables. By the way, go dry your hair. I’ll do the cooking.”

After Zhao Yu left, Zhang Ling pulled out the phone from her apron. Her hands were shaking as she frantically started sending messages!