Chapter 70: The Sister Raised to Be a Bride

Chapter 070: The Sister Raised as a Child Bride

Chu Fei was very obedient.

He truly rolled out of the house.

But only after finishing his breakfast and changing into clean clothes did he leave, which made Xi Men Lu grit her teeth in frustration, though she surprisingly did not call him back.

“You look a bit off. Don’t tell me you spent the whole night fooling around with that classmate boss of yours and didn’t sleep at all?” Blood Fox teased, watching Chu Fei yawn.

“Get lost!” Chu Fei retorted, repeating the words his beautiful tenant had often said to him.

“Ha ha—” Blood Fox chuckled.

“Don’t let your imagination run wild. You think I’m like you, unable to go a day without a woman?” Chu Fei snapped, seeing the gleam in Blood Fox’s eyes.

“Are you sure you can do without women? Didn’t someone not long ago live a life of debauchery, one woman not enough, needing at least two or three each night…” Blood Fox sneered.

“Damn!” Chu Fei’s face turned ashen.

“Ha ha—” Blood Fox laughed triumphantly; making Chu Fei lose face was never easy.

But this time Chu Fei didn’t curse. He pondered for a moment and said, “Last night, I was with Chen Xiaoman.”

“What? You finally bedded that bastard Er Gou’s sister? Aren’t you afraid he’ll crawl up from the grave to strangle you?” Blood Fox’s expression became quite animated.

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll castrate you right now.” Chu Fei was truly angry, glaring murderously at Blood Fox, whose words had no filter.

“My bad,” Blood Fox admitted meekly, then cautiously asked, “What happened exactly? Did you finally muster the courage to tell Chen Xiaoman about Er Gou’s death?”

“More or less.” Chu Fei nodded, though he felt uneasy. He hadn’t checked on Chen Xiaoman after leaving—not because he didn’t want to, but because some things she had to face alone. Still, worry gnawed at him.

Blood Fox’s expression grew somber; he stopped joking.

The atmosphere in the car became tense. After ten minutes of silence, Blood Fox suddenly looked at Chu Fei, his gaze complicated. “Chu Fei, there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a while, but Big Sister wouldn’t let me.”

“What is it?” Chu Fei turned, puzzled.

“Chen Fusheng might not be dead,” Blood Fox said, his face twisted.

“What did you say?” Chu Fei trembled, grabbing Blood Fox by the collar.

“Hey, you trying to kill me? Let go—” Blood Fox protested.

Chu Fei quickly released his grip but stared fixedly at Blood Fox, demanding loudly, “What did you just say? Er Gou isn’t dead? Is this real? Are you lying to me?” At this moment, Chu Fei was truly overwhelmed. Chen Fusheng was Er Gou’s real name; people were so used to his nickname that few called him by his proper name.

“I don’t know for sure. A while ago, Big Sister mentioned it when she called me. Someone in the organization saw a man in North America who looked a lot like Chen Fusheng,” Blood Fox explained, his face still conflicted. “But that person wasn’t certain it was him—maybe it was just a resemblance. There are plenty of lookalikes in the world, so it could just be coincidence.”

“A coincidence?” Chu Fei frowned.

“Big Sister knows how close you are to Chen Fusheng, so she warned me not to tell you right away. The whole thing is too far-fetched—Chen Fusheng is supposed to be dead, so it’s impossible he’s alive. She can’t confirm whether that man is actually Chen Fusheng,” Blood Fox said, troubled.

“I understand.”

Chu Fei forced a bitter smile, his excitement slowly ebbing. He didn’t believe Er Gou was still alive. Based on his knowledge of that troublemaker, if he were alive, he’d have shown up long ago, unable to resist flaunting himself.

Blood Fox sighed quietly beside him, saying nothing more. He knew the relationship between Chu Fei and Chen Fusheng was far closer than his own with Chu Fei. The two had come from the same unit and joined the organization together. If Blood Fox and Chu Fei were like brothers, then Chen Fusheng and Chu Fei were truly family.

“It’s almost time,” Blood Fox said, checking his watch.

Chu Fei came back to himself, glanced at the airport terminal nearby, and got out of the car.

Blood Fox followed silently, like an attendant, though he couldn’t help but smile wryly. Chu Fei appeared calm, as if nothing had happened, but Blood Fox knew his mind was anything but tranquil. He was sure Chu Fei would soon contact Big Sister. Chen Fusheng’s fate held a unique place in Chu Fei’s heart; no one could replace it. Even Blood Fox felt jealous, as did Big Sister at times.

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Hongqiao Airport, Donghai City. From the international arrivals tunnel, a stream of passengers surged out. Among them, the most striking was a well-dressed young man—not in trendy attire like the others, but in a simple gray Tang suit, almost old-fashioned. His features were average, not handsome, but he stood out like a peacock among chickens. Beside him walked a charming young woman, equally elegant in a traditional cheongsam, like a maid, impossible not to notice.

“That bastard—always so good at acting the part,” Blood Fox muttered, watching the Tang-suit-clad youth emerge from the crowd.

“Keep your voice down—if he hears you, he’ll start scheming against you again,” Chu Fei warned, half-smiling at Blood Fox.

“Damn!” Blood Fox shrank back, remembering all too well how he’d mocked that guy before, only to be outmaneuvered during a mission and nearly killed.

Don’t let his refined appearance fool you—when it came to plotting, he was a thousand times more ruthless than Blood Fox. Blood Fox killed with his hands; this one killed with his mind, unseen and deadly.

At that moment, the youth in the Tang suit stepped out. Chu Fei hurried forward, embracing his shoulder warmly, laughing, “Wen Xuan, it’s been a long time.”

“You smell terrible. Stay away from me,” Ji Wenxuan, the Tang-suited youth, frowned, his voice cold and distant.

Chu Fei didn’t mind and let go, still smiling.

“Master Ji, long time no see,” Blood Fox chimed in, his smile almost obsequious.

“You’re still alive?” Ji Wenxuan glanced at Blood Fox with disinterest, making his blood boil.

Blood Fox’s face twisted, nearly choking with frustration. He regretted coming to meet Ji Wenxuan with Chu Fei; the guy could infuriate anyone.

Ji Wenxuan showed no concern for Blood Fox’s feelings, barely sparing him a glance, focusing solely on Chu Fei.

Chu Fei was left speechless by the scene. He’d brought Blood Fox along specifically to ease tensions between the two. Not only did Blood Fox harbor deep resentment toward Ji Wenxuan, but Ji Wenxuan also looked down on Blood Fox. Their animosity began at their first meeting, when Blood Fox repeatedly called Ji Wenxuan a pretentious jerk—only to be outwitted and nearly killed. Since then, the two had kept their distance, but the grudge remained.

At that moment, the young woman who followed Ji Wenxuan like a maid stepped forward to Chu Fei. Her beautiful face bloomed with excitement as she softly called, “Young Master.” She instinctively reached out, grabbing Chu Fei’s arm, nestling close to him in an intimate pose, like a wife returning home after days apart.

The sight made many onlookers envious; she was stunning—not just her face but her figure, voluptuous and graceful. The tight cheongsam accentuated her slender waist, long legs, and full chest—a temptress who could stir any man’s desires.

Chu Fei, however, could only smile bitterly, shooting Ji Wenxuan a subtle glare. He hadn’t expected Ji Wenxuan to bring this woman.

If there were women in this world Chu Fei feared or wanted to avoid, the first would be the lunatic Big Sister from the Blood Snake Organization—a woman he revered from the depths of his soul.

The second was Fu Ziqing, known as Donghai’s number one beauty, his nominal first fiancée.

Yes, his first fiancée—not his only. Chu Fei had no fewer than three fiancées, perhaps even more hidden ones he didn’t know about. Sometimes he wondered if the old trickster had some superpower, managing to land him so many fiancées.

And each one had an extraordinary background.

Even Chu Fei himself found it unreal.

The third woman who made Chu Fei hesitate was this gentle, excited woman before him: Bai Yanchu. She was, besides the old trickster, the person most familiar with Chu Fei in the world. She grew up with him, accompanying him through most of his childhood until he enlisted and she went abroad to study; then their meetings became rare.

Chu Fei was not afraid of her because she knew too much about him—even the number of moles on his backside. What unnerved him was her identity. Bai Yanchu was his child bride. Yes, truly a child bride. An orphan three years older than him, she was adopted and raised by the old trickster at the age of seven, cultivated with every resource, trained precisely to be a child bride to support Chu Fei.

By rights, Bai Yanchu should have resisted such a fate. Even if she didn’t understand as a child, she would when she grew up. But the reality was the opposite. Whether it was the old trickster’s bewitchment or Chu Fei’s own charm, Bai Yanchu not only accepted her destiny, she embraced it wholeheartedly. From childhood to adulthood, her heart belonged entirely to Chu Fei. She played the role of child bride perfectly—except for sharing his bed and bearing his children, Bai Yanchu fulfilled the part flawlessly.

In her heart, Chu Fei was everything—the axis of her life.

[I really like Sister Chu Chu. Do you?]