The Young Matriarch-Chapter 487 - The Man I Cant Have

Chapter 487: Chapter 487: The Man I Can’t Have

Chapter 487 -487: The Man I Can’t Have

The man in a slim black suit stood at the entrance, his spine straight as a pine, his face handsome, with striking features and distinct angles, gazing intently at her.

Duan Feihan’s voice was very low, almost audible only to himself.

But Bai Chuwei had excellent hearing, how could she possibly not hear the flirtatious question he asked?

Bai Chuwei felt that Duan Feihan’s question was superfluous, of course, she liked young, fresh “grass.”

No, wait, ancient beings had no choice at all, to her every person on earth now was young grass…

The ancient being with no choice expressed considerable disappointment.

Liu Jingyuan’s face was all smiles as he said to Duan Feihan, “Mr. Duan, please come inside.”

Those who had just enjoyed the juicy gossip saw Duan Feihan suddenly appear and felt like they couldn’t catch their breath.

Holy moly, why was there so much juicy gossip today?

Mr. Duan actually came…

It was said that Mr. Duan had little to no interactions with the eight major families.

Everyone looked at the Liu Family with even more reverence, not expecting that the Liu Family from the Imperial Capital, a new force to be reckoned with, could have such influence to invite the Mr. Duan from Haicheng to attend the banquet!

Impressive, truly impressive.

Duan Xingye, who followed in, was about to roll his eyes, his uncle was not here for the Liu Family’s face…

Duan Feihan approached, his voice deep and resonant like a mountain stream in the early morning, “Why won’t you answer me?”

Bai Chuwei cleared her throat, “Although young grass is good, it will still turn into old grass eventually.”

Of course she liked tender grass, but she preferred the kind that lived for tens of thousands of years like her, so it wouldn’t die and become the nutrients of the whole earth.

Duan Feihan’s eyes shimmered slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved up, “Hmm, then I’ll work hard.”

Bai Chuwei: “…” Can one really avoid aging just by trying hard?!

Bai Chuwei heard the sound of many socialites gasping around her, and glancing over, she saw the girls’ eyes were all red with envy.

Her ears were filled with phrases like “so handsome,” “Mr. Duan seems to have smiled,” and “Ah, he’s the man I can’t have!”

It sounded like Hanhan, this piece of tender grass, was indeed quite popular in the market.

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Liu Jingyuan looked at the time, it was already the half an hour postponement they had agreed upon earlier, he took the microphone, coughed a few times, and formally announced the start of the banquet.

With the microphone in hand, Liu Jingyuan spoke his opening speech with fiery passion, and the lights in the venue dimmed.

Duan Feihan noticed that Bai Chuwei did not seem very interested in talking to him today, his brows furrowed slightly, he couldn’t think of what he had done to offend her.

The last time they had been in contact, she sent a selfie by mistake; he had been worried about her because he saw blood in the sea.

It seemed there was indeed nothing that should have made her angry.

A woman’s mind is not easy to guess, no matter how many years old the woman is.

While Liu Jingyuan was speaking, He Nana’s thoughts were already elsewhere, Rong He kicked Qi Mo’s foot.

Qi Mo glanced at him, “Rong He, what are you doing?”

Rong He asked in a low voice, “How likely do you think I’ll be able to ask the ancient being for a dance later?”

Qi Mo didn’t want to answer this question.

Rong He curved his lips, muttering to himself, “The ancient being doesn’t seem to have a dance partner, I can.”

Qi Mo: “…You probably can’t.”

Do you think Mr. Duan came here to give the Liu Family face? Not likely.

Mr. Duan, arrogant and talented, leading the entire Duan Family to wildly prosper, may not be interested in the time-honored families that like to stick together and live the Buddhist-style life.

Liu Jingyuan finished his spit-flying opening speech, whipping the atmosphere to the hottest, then declared, “The dance floor is now open.”