The Young Matriarch

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Did Duan Feihan Actually Make Money from Me?

Yesterday at dawn, he suddenly woke up and saw Bai Chuwei’s call log, which startled him into a cold sweat.

He seemed to have hung up on the ancestral call…

When he tried to call back, the message “phone is off” kept repeating; he guessed that he might have been blacklisted.

Qi Mo didn’t dare to delay any further, so the next day he directly came to the school to apologize.

Bai Chuwei smiled faintly, “Oh? Is that so? I can’t cure that here, but we could discuss the female live-streamer dancing late at night together.”

Qi Mo coughed awkwardly and said to the confused Qi Yue, “Yue Yue, you go back to the classroom first, I have something to talk about with… Bai, alone.”

Upon hearing this, Qi Yue looked at Qi Mo with complex eyes, “Brother, don’t tell me you have some unmentionable illness that you don’t want me to know about?”

“I don’t,” Qi Mo’s cheek twitched slightly as he immediately shook his head, and only then did Qi Yue leave with some doubt.

In China, the eight great families have their rules. Matters concerning the ancestors are only informed to the heir-apparent, passed down orally, never leaving any written records.

Qi Mo didn’t know how many years Bai Chuwei had lived, he only remembered meeting a super beautiful Sister Fairy when he was four years old, and her appearance was still the same when he saw her again now.

Qi Mo, who was naturally handsome and refined, called out with a gentle voice, “Ancestor…”

Bai Chuwei sat on the stone bench, leaning slightly against the edge of the stone table, her fair, flawless arms resting on the table, her fingers idly tapping on the surface, looking at the flowers in the garden fluttering in the breeze, she said absent-mindedly, “Young man, who are you? Have you mistaken me for someone else? I don’t know you.”

As long as it wasn’t business, Qi Mo always had a good temper privately, so he took a gold key out of his pocket and pushed it in front of Bai Chuwei.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Ancestor, this is the key to the Lingzhi safety deposit box in the Haicheng Bank’s underground third-floor vault.”

Bai Chuwei’s eyes lit up, she immediately turned around with a smile, reached out and pinched Qi Mo’s face, exclaiming, “Isn’t this our family’s Mo Mo? You’ve grown more handsome! Good child, good child!”

Qi Mo: “…”

This quick change of face, you just said “I don’t know you” a moment ago…

Qi Mo quickly rescued his face from Bai Chuwei’s hands, coughing as he said, “I’ve been infatuated with that live-streamer these days for some reason.”

Bai Chuwei looked at Qi Mo’s somewhat ugly expression, her brows lightly furrowed as she said, “Do you know why you were so deeply infatuated? It’s because you’ve had weak physical health since you were young, easily caught by any influences. Look at Duan Feihan, didn’t he also watch that live-streamer? But he is fine and had no issues. What about you? You even got exploited for money!”

The money Qi Mo spent on gifts for the live-streamer, half of it went to the platform under Duan Feihan, which meant the money ended up in Duan Feihan’s pocket, right?

Bai Chuwei grew more exasperated as she spoke, “Look at what little ambition you have? To be exploited by Duan Feihan for money?! Do you not know that your ancestor, as soon as I returned, got away with three billion from him, and he hasn’t dared to say a word to this day?”

No wonder.

No wonder the Qi Family didn’t even get a mention in the original story, while Duan Feihan is cast as the villain boss.

Qi Mo, chastened, felt his face heat with embarrassment, and said with nowhere to hide his shame, “Ancestor, I have some news about Spiritual Medicine.”

The very next second, Bai Chuwei gently touched his head, her voice so tender it could drip water, “Good child, I was just teasing with those earlier words. Where is the Spiritual Medicine?”