The Young Matriarch

Chapter 132: Chapter 132 I understand what you mean

The lunch break wasn’t over yet when the thunderclap jolted the students awake, with everyone crowding at the windows to peer down.

Someone shouted, “Xu Xingchen got struck by lightning!!”

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xu Xingchen lay on the ground, his fate unknown; his previously well-groomed hair instantly turned into a bird’s nest, and his clothes were scorched.

Duan Xingye stood up abruptly to look down, staring in shock at the Xu Xingchen lying on the ground.

A classmate teased, “What’s up with Xu Xingchen? He didn’t get hit by lightning for making a vow, did he? Duan Xingye… he didn’t really make a vow, did he?”

Duan Xingye also thought ‘what the fuck’, and muttered, “He… he just made a vow to me…”

And then he was struck.

“What the fuck, even the heavens can’t stand him?”

“Do you guys feel like this scene seems familiar? Like we’ve seen it somewhere before.”

“You mean when Tong Qingyan was attacked by bird poop last time? It does seem quite similar, come to think of it, these two are quite a match.”

The students chattered away, and the school security staff had already rushed over to rescue.

The principal, enjoying tea and the spring rain in his office, heard the news: “…”

Would this trouble the school? This lightning strike really wasn’t within their school’s control!

The news of Xu Xingchen being struck spread like wildfire throughout Henghua First Middle School, with students cramming the windows to gawk and gossip.

Tong Qingyan watched the scene of Xu Xingchen being carried away on a stretcher to the hospital with mixed feelings. She didn’t expect they would both experience such a pitiable event; maybe she should find an opportunity to visit him.

Bai Chuwei wasn’t interested in Xu Xingchen being struck. The male lead was unlikely to die.

She supported her chin with one hand while texting with Duan Feihan on WeChat.

She had just sent a hinting message to Duan Feihan, suggesting her capabilities. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

[Your ancestral highness: It’s going to rain later, Little Hanhan remember to bring an umbrella yo.]

Duan Feihan hadn’t replied yet.

Just now, it was sunny outside, and suddenly heavy rain began to pour. The rain seemed unlikely to stop easily.

Inside Ruishi Entertainment, a group of staff sighed and discussed, “Why did it suddenly start thundering and raining? I didn’t bring an umbrella today!”

A female staffer laughed, “Maybe it’s another scumbag making a poisonous vow and getting struck by lightning.”

Duan Feihan had just come out from a meeting. Standing before the window with one hand in his pocket, he watched the rain pouring outside, then glanced at the black mobile phone in his hand with lowered eyes.

It’s true that one should carry an umbrella when it rains.

But… he was working in his office and would ride home in his private car. There was no need for an umbrella.

What did Bai Chuwei mean by that WeChat message?

Duan Feihan handed his phone to his personal assistant Xiaozhou, “What does this mean?”

Xiaozhou was somewhat flattered as he held Duan Feihan’s phone in both hands. Glancing at the note “Chuwei” with no surname indicated, the relationship must be special, plus the sender was calling Duan the CEO “Little Hanhan”—yikes, how cheesy!

Xiaozhou looked at the message, and suddenly had a moment of realization, “CEO Duan, women are creatures who speak in riddles and mean one thing but say another. She’s not telling you to watch out for rain umbrellas, she’s hinting that she doesn’t have one and wants you to pick her up.”

Duan Feihan’s brows slightly furrowed, “Is that so?”

Bai Chuwei didn’t seem like a girl who beat around the bush—a straight talker, acting directly on her intentions.

Xiaozhou, the assistant, confidently slapped his chest, “Definitely! CEO, I understand women better than you do!”

Duan Feihan knew that Xiaozhou had been in relationships for many years and had more experience in this field, so he took his phone back and replied to Bai Chuwei.

[Duan Feihan: I understand your hint.]

Bai Chuwei, finally receiving a reply, smiled with satisfaction.

She’d said it before, following her as a junior was worthwhile.

Good that he understood.