The Young Matriarch

Chapter 50: There’s No Need To Delay The Wedding

Editor: Henyee Translations

After the traditional chinese medicine concoction was boiled and cooled, they lifted up old man Duan to lean against the bedrest and fed it to him.

Bai Chuwei had been rather ‘kind’ to specially choose the most bitter medicine and even left a reminder that they had to feed him spoon by spoon. Even the old man Duan, who was accustomed to drinking bitter things, nearly vomited when it was fed to him.

That bowl of medicine took half an hour to finish and it was bitter to the extent that his lips were trembling.

Old man Duan gradually opened his turbid eyes and muttered to himself as he looked at the surrounding family members. “I’ve only done one bad thing in my life. This is retribution. My illness is my retribution.”

He had been an upright man throughout his life and only did one thing that went against his principles.

Twenty years ago, his eighteen year old son had fallen in love with a girl named Bai Chu and insisted on marrying her despite the family’s wishes.

At that time, Old man Duan also approved of Bai Chu and wanted her to be his daughter-in-law. Therefore, he had indirectly given consent to Duan Xiuqi’s rash behavior.

Now that he thought back about it, perhaps this was payback.

How could the surrounding family members care for what old man Duan was muttering? All they saw was that he had opened his eyes and was capable of speaking!

He had been nearly unconscious since the moment he was diagnosed with late stage stomach cancer.

This bowl of medicine was really effective!

If they hadn’t known that old man Duan was given medicine some time ago, they would have assumed that he was having a last flash of lucidity prior to his demise.

Tong Yunrou cried out in surprise. “Fourth young master, grandfather Duan will recover right? If so, then I believe there’s no need to postpone my wedding with Xiuqi!”

Duan Xiuqi’s expression was rather ugly, but he did not wish for his biological father to pass away. As a result, his current emotions were very complicated.

Duan Xiuqi glanced at Tong Yunrou’s expectant gaze and answered absentmindedly. “If my father can have a complete recovery, there’s naturally no need to postpone the wedding.”

Duan Feihan said in an indifferent tone, “It’s not enough to rely on medicine. From tomorrow onwards and lasting for an entire week, miracle doctor Bai’s disciple will come and do acupuncture for father.”

Just the pack of medicine worth three hundred yuan was insufficient. The most important part was Bai Chuwei’s Spiritual Thirteen Needles!

Duan Xingye asked him curiously. “Fourth Uncle, Weiwei will not be coming personally?”

From the looks of it, Weiwei indeed disliked his grandfather! She had not even been willing to treat him initially.

“En. Here’s your book.” Duan Feihan picked up the famous book from the table and threw it into Duan Xinggye’s hand before he turned and went towards his study.

Duan Feihan’s study was decorated in an antique style, with bookshelves stacked against the walls. The indoor lights gave a warm tone to the entire room.

The man’s slender fingers glided past the books and stopped to take out a single book.

Even though ‘Memory of the Mountain Moonlight’ was regarded as the first classic masterpiece in China, it was unfortunately an eunuch novel. Therefore, in the last century, there were some scholars who wrote the ending and caused it to be widely accepted by the masses.

The tenth year special edition book in Duan Feihan’s hands contained the novel’s continuation and this is the one he would give to Bai Chuwei when they met again.

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“Xiuqi, when your father recovers, we can hold our wedding. What do you think about this invitation design? I like white-colored invitations as it represents beauty and purity.” Tong Yunrou sat beside Duan Xiuqi and looked at the design book with a longing in her gaze. Her voice had become much softer.

They managed to put old man Duan to sleep and had come out of his bedroom.

Tong Yunrou did not waste a single minute and took out the design book to let Duan Xiuqi pick the invitation card pattern. It was as if she wished that they could decide on all the wedding details in a single night.

When she looked at the man beside her, Tong Yunrou felt unease pass through her body. She knew that she obtained his consent to this marriage by force and somehow she kept having an ominous intuition that the woman Bai Chu might return anytime soon.