The Young Matriarch-Chapter 245 - Hes Not Interested in Paying Homage to the Big Brother

Chapter 245: Chapter 245 He’s Not Interested in Paying Homage to the Big Brother

Duan Feihan: “…”

He had no interest in paying respects to his older brother.

Duan Feihan stretched out his hand, caressing her smooth and flawless cheek, frowning deeply as he watched the Feiyu Carpet he was on darting and flying haphazardly in the skies above Haicheng.

It couldn’t go on like this, he couldn’t just let Bai Chuwei, intoxicated as she was, continue sleeping on it. It was uncertain whether she would catch a cold.

Duan Feihan placed his hand on the carpet, speaking in a low voice, “Do you understand human speech? Do you know how to go home?”

Duan Feihan had no idea whether the Flying Spirit Artifact understood him as it continued to fly wildly through the night sky.

He looked down below, and after overcoming his fear of heights, he recognized the path beneath him…

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The carpet, moving at a considerable speed, halted above the large lawn within the Duan Family’s traditional Chinese garden villa.

Duan Feihan was momentarily speechless; he didn’t know if Bai Chuwei’s Feiyu Carpet had drunk counterfeit liquor. It was supposed to take her home, so why had it flown to his house?

Duan Feihan leaped down from the Feiyu Carpet and gently extended his arms to embrace Bai Chuwei, carrying her toward his own courtyard.

Duan Feihan enjoyed tranquility and typically didn’t allow servants to enter or leave his bedroom in his absence; so when he returned to his room with Bai Chuwei in his arms, it appeared that no one had noticed yet.

With one hand, he pulled back the grey comforter and placed her in the bed.

Duan Feihan turned around to see the Feiyu Carpet already neatly rolled up and lying on the sofa.

Quite a sentient Flying Spirit Artifact it was, albeit seemingly a bit oblivious to human speech.

Duan Feihan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Bai Chuwei, who was completely drunk, her beautiful face still flushed red.

Duan Feihan regretted letting Bai Chuwei know about the peach trees in his Nancheng estate in the first place.

She brewed some Peach Blossom Elixir which made even herself dead drunk.

He lowered his head to sniff and realized he seemed to have caught the scent of her alcohol.

Duan Feihan stood up and walked into the dressing room, stripped off his smoke-gray suit, and picked out a fresh set of home clothes to change into.

When he came out again, Bai Chuwei had changed positions in her sleep, lying on her side with her back to him, her long hair exposed.

The Duan Family’s traditional Chinese garden villa was somewhat akin to an ancient grand family estate, complete with a private kitchen for each courtyard apart from the main kitchen.

Duan Feihan took out his mobile phone and walked into the small kitchen. Following an online recipe, he brewed a sobering tea, with the soup bubbling in a small milk pot.

The courtyard was very quiet, with the night breeze carrying a faint scent of alcohol.

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Duan Xingye stormed out of the hall with a face full of anger, utterly disgusted.

Otherwise, at this hour, he could have memorized a hundred vocabulary words, but now he had only managed fifty!

Just earlier, his biological father Duan Xiuhao actually brought Xu Xingchen back…

His father had said, “After all, Xingchen is your own brother. Is this the face you show when you see your own brother coming home? Have all the teachings I gave you been fed to dogs?”

Duan Xingye exploded with anger at once, cursing, “I was only ever taught by Grandpa, my mom, and Uncle Four; you, as a dad, have never taught me anything!” He tossed aside his vocabulary book and ran out of the hall.

Duan Xingye felt pain in his stomach and lungs—everything hurt!

Duan Xingye initially intended to calm himself by doing a math paper in his room, but then his eyebrows shot up; he noticed that there seemed to be lights on in Uncle Four’s courtyard room…

Could it be that Uncle Four had come home?

With that thought, Duan Xingye decided to postpone his plan to do a math paper for half an hour and walked towards Duan Feihan’s bedroom…