Chapter 681: Chapter 681: The Ancestor Can Afford the Marriage Certificate Chapter 681: Chapter 681: The Ancestor Can Afford the Marriage Certificate Liu Yufei scared Duan Xingye almost off a cliff, and Bai Chuwei really let him fall off the cliff. He would never forget this for the rest of his life.

Fuck, this woman is really vicious.

She did it, did it in broad daylight, and even made sure nobody could find any fault with it!

Not only was Liu Yufei scared out of his wits by Bai Chuwei, but he also ended up with a supercar for free…

Shit!

Liu Yufei sat on the ground, his gaze somewhat vacant.

He didn’t even know whether to be angry or to laugh!

The paramedics who arrived quickly gave him a cursory check. There were no problems; it was a miracle.

At the same time, an orange women’s sedan sped up, and a beautiful girl rushed out of the car, running towards him in a panic: “Yufei, you’re not… you’re not hurt??”

Wasn’t it said he was dead?

Turning his head, as soon as Liu Yufei saw his twin sister Liu Yuyou, he suddenly burst into tears and threw himself into her arms: “Sis, you have to avenge me, I was scared to death by that woman Bai Chuwei.”

Liu Yuyou was covered in urine by Liu Yufei: “…”

Stop rubbing it, it reeks of pee.

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Since the supercar could only seat two, Bai Chuwei simply left Duan Xingye and Su Ruan behind and went on her way.

By the time Duan Xingye sped back to Imperial University with Su Ruan, Bai Chuwei had not only arrived earlier, but she had already drunk half a cup of milk tea.

Duan Xingye and Su Ruan: “…”

Is this the speed of a Fairy?

Bai Chuwei gently shook the milk tea in her hand and said indifferently, “It doesn’t taste very good.”

Duan Xingye, looking at Bai Chuwei’s profile, thought about how protective she was just now, and she really… was super similar to his Uncle Four.

Duan Xingye blurted out, “When do I start calling you Auntie Four?”

Bai Chuwei was taken aback, her eyes and brows tinted with a smile. Holding the milk tea, she turned and walked away leisurely, leaving a remark behind, “That depends on your Uncle Four, not me.”

It’s a pity, though, Duan Feihan, as an ordinary citizen who had lived in a society governed by law for twenty-four years, actually didn’t care much for a marriage certificate!

Sure, the ancestors could provide a marriage certificate. It’s just a piece of paper, right? After a hundred years or so, it would just turn to ash; it was of no use to her.

He always thought about making a spiritual pact…

Duan Xingye: “???”

What’s going on?

Wasn’t it his Uncle Four chasing after Bai Chuwei?

Gone with the wind!

His Uncle Four has gone off track!

How dare he let the little Fairy chase after him?

Duan Xingye was indignant, and immediately sent a WeChat message to Duan Feihan.

[Duan Feihan: She wants to cohabit for free.]
Duan Xingye: “?”

Weiwei… is she that despicable?

Truly, appearances can be deceiving.

The incident of Liu Yufei causing trouble with Duan Xingye outside was quietly hushed up. After all, at the end of the day, Liu Yufei had no excuse, even if he had fallen down the cliff, probably not many would take his side.

Liu Yufei swallowed his pride silently, and didn’t attend school for several days.

Meanwhile, the preparations for the Imperial University’s anniversary performance were in full swing.

Bai Chuwei, as a national treasure in the archaeology field, was pushed forward by the counselors to also participate in a performance.

Bai Chuwei touched her forehead, thinking these youngsters really weren’t afraid of shortening their lifespan.

“Immortal Teacher, over here!” Someone waved enthusiastically at her from the rehearsal area.

Bai Chuwei walked over, and a crowd of students looked at her excitedly, but one girl’s gaze was not excited, it rested on her and made her slightly uncomfortable.

Bai Chuwei looked at the girl. Although it was almost winter, the girl wore a thin hanfu robe and skirt, her waist-length hair flowing down, as if she had stepped right out of a painting of noble ladies, exuding an utmost refined elegance.

Tong Qingyan suddenly spoke up, “That’s Mr. Liu Guansheng’s great-granddaughter, Sister Liu Yuyou from the Chinese department!”

“Mr. Liu Guansheng, the master who wrote the sequel to ‘Records of the Mountain Moon’, you must know of him!”

Bai Chuwei glanced meaningfully at Liu Yuyou, whose face was gloomy, and asked in her smooth voice, “Oh, he wrote a sequel for someone else’s work, did he get the original author’s authorization?”