The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 306: 306: Engagement and Chasing Wife in the Snow (First Update

Chapter 306: 306: Engagement and Chasing Wife in the Snow (First Update

March 31, it was an auspicious day for everything.

The engagement party was held at the Xue Family’s own clubhouse, and because Fang Lixiang was pregnant, the engagement party procedures were simplified. The main purpose was to introduce her to the relatives and let the outside world catch a glimpse of the Xue Family’s daughter-in-law.

People from the worlds of business, politics, and the military were all invited in droves. Essentially, anyone with a reputation in Imperial City was present, except for the media.

At that moment, Feng Zhanling was busy introducing his daughter-in-law to relatives in the banquet hall. Coincidentally, people from Old Master Xue’s second brother’s side had also arrived.

Old Master Xue had three siblings, the youngest of whom had moved abroad years ago and had emigrated with her family, while the second elder brother’s family also worked for the Xue family business. Due to family business disputes, their faces and hearts were at odds for many years, yet they had never torn their relationship completely.

“Second sister-in-law,” said Ms. Zhao, the youngest daughter-in-law from that side. She scrutinized Fang Lixiang with a lingering gaze, “This is the one, right? Today’s star?”

Feng Zhanling affirmed, linking arms with Fang Lixiang congenially, and introduced her, “This is your second great-aunt’s fourth sister-in-law.” And behind them was another woman, “That is your second great-uncle’s first aunt.”

The latter was the eldest daughter-in-law of the second elder brother’s family, Mrs. Song.

Wei’er had seen Mrs. Song on television before; she was quite a significant official.

“Fourth sister-in-law, first aunt, greetings.”

Ms. Zhao was rather plump with a round face and small eyes, her face always adorned with a smile, “You’re really beautiful, no wonder Bao Yi likes you.”

Mrs. Song picked up the conversation, “Which girl in their circle isn’t pretty?” She joked, “But being too beautiful and proper makes them harder to recognize.”

In her words, there was a hint of an official’s tone—smiling, yet with a sharp and slick demeanor.

Feng Zhanling stood between the two women, her petite stature and doll-like youthful face making her seem out of place amongst her peers. She spoke softly, appearing quite harmless, with a touch of bewildered surprise in her eyes, “So to be easily recognized, should everyone look strangely ugly?”

Mrs. Song stiffened, “That’s not what I meant.”

Feng Zhanling didn’t care what she meant and gestured towards the distance, “Cousin-in-law, that’s your daughter-in-law over there, isn’t it?” She flashed a toothy smile, “Make sure you recognize her well.”

The wife of a diplomat, certainly not an easy pushover.

Mrs. Song: “…”

Mrs. Song’s daughter-in-law was quite overweight and looked somewhat… sloppy, an easy person to recognize. Feng Zhanling winked at her own beautiful daughter-in-law, her face beaming with a ‘see how awesome I am’ expression.

Feng Zhanling was very protective of her own, and in this respect, Bao Yi was like her.

“Bao Yi, where’s your wife? Why don’t you bring her over for us to see?”

The speaker was Xue Chenglang, Mrs. Song’s son and the eldest grandson from Old Master Xue’s second brother’s side. Tall and lean with bad skin, his face was pocked and he was known as someone with high standards but low ability and full of ambition.

Today, Bao Yi wore black attire with his tie neatly tied, standing at the staircase connecting the second and third floors, occasionally greeting guests. When he was free, he retorted, “Why should I show her to you?”

Coming upstairs with Xue Chenglang was Xue Xiaochong, Ms. Zhao’s son: “Tsk tsk tsk, listen to that tone, he’s so pleased with himself.” Resembling his mother with a round face and bean-sized eyes, he was notoriously fond of women in their circles, looking yellowish and listless at such a young age.

From Old Master Xue’s second brother’s side, these were the only two close to Bao Yi in age.

“Didn’t you used to say you wouldn’t touch women from the entertainment industry?” Xue Chenglang teased, poking fun both openly and covertly. He had married a woman from a family of equal social status and naturally looked down on actresses without much background.

Bao Yi snorted, “You also said you wanted to make something great of yourself, did you do it?”

Xue Chenglang, who had repeatedly failed in business and was still living off his family, was left speechless.

“Isn’t that Bingxue over there?” Xue Xiaochong gestured with his chin towards the opposite side, “Why is he still always following Jiang the Fifth’s tail?”

The second floor’s corridor was circular, and from where they stood, they could see across the way where Xue Bingxue was following closely behind Jiang Wei’er, bending over to listen to whatever Jiang Wei’er was saying.

Xue Chenglang clicked his tongue, “Jiang the Fifth’s ex was played around by men, yet Bingxue doesn’t find it disgusting.”

Today was a great day, and Bao Yi didn’t want to cause trouble, but this guy was asking for it. He itched for action, searched himself, found a lighter, and tossed it over.

Xue Chenglang’s knee took a direct hit, making him gasp with pain, “What was that for!”

“Bingxue is what you can call them? That’s your third uncle.” Bao Yi was serious and scornful, “Have you forgotten all the Xue Family’s rules? You even dare to gossip about the elders!”

Xue Chenglang’s face turned red with anger, “Can’t you take a joke?”

A joke, is it?

“You two brothers sleep with women together, engage in threesomes, and you don’t find it disgusting?” Bao Yi picked up the lighter, his face bearing a ‘come fight me if you object’ expression, “I’m also joking.”

The faces of the two brothers turned green.

Across the stairs, Jiang Wei’er stepped up, and Xue Bingxue followed suit.

She turned back, “Why are you constantly following me?”

Xue Bingxue was embarrassed, yet he spoke bluntly, “I want to be with you.”

The upstairs was full of guests, all coming and going among familiar faces.

Jiang Wei’er stopped, speaking earnestly, “So many people are watching, stop following me.” If he kept following her, others would laugh at him.

Xue Bingxue didn’t care in the least, “Let them watch all they want; it’s not like they don’t know I’m fond of you.”

“…”

These kinds of words, he got better and better at saying them.

Wei’er’s thick skin couldn’t stand his brazen declarations of love, “Xue Bingxue, how come your skin is getting thicker by the day?”

Bao Yi said that without thick skin, one can’t catch a wife.

His cheeks flushed, “Wei’er, you look really beautiful today.”

Wei’er: “…”

He wasn’t afraid of being awkward, and he kept praising: “You looked good yesterday too.” His baby face lit up with a smile that was purely innocent, “You look good every day.”

His eyes were filled with her.

Wei’er’s ears burned with warmth as she turned her head away, her lips involuntarily curving upwards.

Ignoring him, she went her way.

Xue Bingxue followed, suddenly crouching down.

“What are you doing?”

He carefully picked up the hem of her dress, a look of complete satisfaction on his face: “I’m holding your dress for you.”

Wei’er rarely wore dresses, but because today was a special day for Xue Baoyi, she dressed up more formally and chose a black gown with a long hem.

“Don’t hold it for me.” She tugged at the hem.

For a young master of a great family to be lifting a woman’s dress – that seemed inappropriate.

Xue Bingxue didn’t let go, “The dress is too long, you might trip and fall.”

This fool!

Wei’er pulled him to her side, linking arms with him, “Just support me, and that will do.”

Xue Bingxue looked at her hand and smiled shyly.

The two had just reached the second floor when a lady in a cheongsam came over and called out to someone.

“Bingxue.”

It was Xue Bingxue’s elder sister-in-law Chen Huiling, wearing glasses, an intellectual and elegant woman: “Old Master is looking for you.” Seeing Wei’er beside him, she smiled and complimented, “The dress is very beautiful.”

Wei’er: “Thank you.”

Chen Huiling and her husband Xue Bolin were both academics, and the couple had only one daughter, Xue Baolin. Xue Bingxue, a late child of Old Master Xue, was about the same age as Xue Baolin. After his mother passed away, Chen Huiling took him under her wing, and they had a very close relationship, like a mother to him.

Xue Bingxue asked Chen Huiling to wait for a moment and said to Wei’er, “Wei’er, I’ll go to my father first, I’ll come and find you later.”

“Okay.”

Wei’er went to the banquet hall on the second floor first, where guests had already mostly arrived. There were several rows of chairs at the front, and the people in the back stood, with a younger crowd predominating. A red carpet ran down the middle, with champagne and roses laid out on both sides; occasionally, round tables were set up, covered with red silk and an assortment of drinks and desserts.

The banquet hadn’t yet started; now was the time for socializing.

Wei’er found it boring, took a round and then left.

“Xue Bingxue is such a wimp, actually holding a dress for a woman.”

What bad timing.

Wei’er stopped in her tracks.

Outside, two people leaned on the glass railing of the circular passage, chatting sporadically.

“He has been like that since he was young; not behaving like a proper young master, but running off to follow Jiang Wu, that tigress.” Xue Xiaochong snorted with disdain, “That’s all he’s good for.”

These cousins had just been teased by Xue Baoyi and were feeling upset.

Xue Chenglang was very indignant: “And his old man is so muddle-headed, showing ridiculous favoritism, leaving him all the family businesses, not afraid that he’ll waste it all.”

Most of the Xue Family’s ancestral wealth was in Xue Bingxue’s father’s hands; the second branch had to cling to them, naturally feeling discontent.

“If he wastes it, we’re all screwed.”

Xue Xiaochong had just finished speaking when something hit the back of his head; looking down, he saw a lady’s handbag.

“Who’s that?!” He turned around and shouted.

Wei’er leaned against the doorway, adding, “The tigress.”

Seeing it was her, Xue Xiaochong deflated considerably: “I insulted you, and you hit my head; we’re even.” He didn’t want to offend someone from the Jiang Family.

Wei’er’s short hair, straight collarbones, and her makeup were delicately applied, her eyes and brows brimming with spirit: “We’re not even yet; you two also insulted Xue Bingxue.”