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Chapter 286 - 142 Minotaur Martial Uncle Su! Youwei is possessed in the fight for her husband! Master in black silk high heels!_4

Chapter 286: 142 Minotaur Martial Uncle Su! Youwei is possessed in the fight for her husband! Master in black silk high heels!_4


Steward Feixue gazed fixedly at the beauty before him, a heartfelt sigh of admiration escaping him.


"Mm-hmm, this way, I’ll be able to preside over Xiao’er’s most important wedding banquet tomorrow looking my absolute best," Xiao Hongling murmured, a flicker of melancholy passing through her stunning, alluring phoenix eyes.


Sigh, you’re getting married, and the bride isn’t... A sigh rose from the depths of her heart.


Pah, pah, pah! Xiao’er is someone I raised with my own hands! I regarded him as my own son! Now that he’s grown up and found me such a flower-like, jade-like daughter-in-law, I, his Master, should be happy! All these years, Xiao’er has endured so much for me because of my naivety and obtuseness in worldly affairs. When I preside over the wedding tomorrow, I must show him the best side of me, his Master! I can’t embarrass him! she told herself inwardly.


Yet, unbidden tears slid down her exquisite cheeks. Of course, these are tears of happiness! she convinced herself.


"Chairman, what’s wrong? Is it because of Chief Lin’s wedding?"


Seeing the usually domineering Chairman in tears, Steward Feixue grew somewhat flustered. He hastily comforted her, "It’s alright, Chairman. In the Secular World, it’s perfectly normal for daughters to marry and sons to take wives. Think about it, Chief Lin and Yurong are both your disciples. After they marry, they will surely be even more filial to you!"


"Yes, yes, you’re right..." Xiao Hongling quickly turned her head away, wiping the teardrops from her cheek with her fingertips. "I... I’m... just too happy! HAHAHAHA! I’m so happy! My Xiao’er is finally grown up and getting married!"


As she spoke, she managed to squeeze out a smile. However, even on her peerlessly beautiful face, this smile appeared somewhat forced and strained.


"Right... By the way, Steward Feixue, did you bring the high heels I asked you to have modeled after the ones Zhu Wanning had made for Phoenix Caw Peak?" she suddenly remembered something and asked the steward beside her.


"Of course!"


From a wooden cabinet behind him, Steward Feixue retrieved a pair of dazzling high heels that shimmered with colorful light, sparkling as if carved from white jade.


"WOW, they’re made quite well, perhaps even more beautiful than that Zhu girl’s pair!"


Gazing at these alluring high heels with their exquisite design, smooth lines, and perfect conformity to the arch of a foot, Xiao Hongling adored them.


The next moment, she lifted one beautiful, black silk-stockinged leg, her foot arching as she pointed her toes down, and slipped it into a high heel.


"WOW! My legs are simply too beautiful!"


Seeing how the high heels made the curve of her legs appear even more slender and graceful, Xiao Hongling beamed, her girlish heart igniting once more.


It turned out that her beloved disciple, Lin Xiao, had once casually remarked that her legs would look even more flawless if she wore high heels like Zhu Wanning’s.


At the time, although she had mildly chided her disciple, she had secretly taken his words to heart!


And after tomorrow, the man she had doted on most in her life would be another’s husband.


Before that... I shall dote on him well, let him see my very best side.


As Xiao Hongling thought this, the rims of her eyes reddened once more.


Steward Feixue, standing nearby, saw that the Chairman was not only meticulously dressed today but also emotionally unstable. He couldn’t help but become suspicious...


They say a woman adorns herself for the one who delights her. The Chairman has been proud, aloof, and cold all her life, viewing all men in the world as beneath her notice. So... who is it that she wishes to please? Tomorrow, the Chairman is to preside over the wedding banquet. Could it be...


A ridiculous yet terrifying thought surfaced in the old steward’s mind.


Heavens! Her disciple is getting married tomorrow, yet she’s dressing up to be even more beautiful than the bride, deliberately for him to see... This kind of three-person dynamic is far too thrilling! No! I mustn’t think about it anymore! If I keep thinking, something terrible will happen!


Steward Feixue hastily reined in his wild thoughts.