Volume 16 Chapter 66: Yearning for Brother

  Taking the small package from Xiao Qi's hand, smelling the fragrance coming from inside, Dongfang Fengfei felt that this arrogant little divine beast was very pleasing to the eye for the first time, and couldn't help but want to hug it tightly and kiss it hard. Indeed, being raised at home is great, so intimate!

  Dongfang Fengfei had just hidden the things when the matchmaker came in, then pulled her to the door. Next, the matchmaker's next sentence made Dongfang Fengfei break out in a cold sweat.

  "May I ask which young master from the Dongfang household will be responsible for carrying Seventh Miss to the sedan chair?" The matchmaker asked Dongfang Hong.

  Is... is it a sedan chair on his back? Did she hear that wrong? Does someone need to carry the sedan chair?

  How is she going to get out of this with her chicken legs and baozi hidden under her wedding dress?!

  At this time, Dongfang Fengfei had already thought of the scene afterwards. As she opened her arms and lay on someone's back, a pile of chicken legs and buns rolled down from under her belly...

  Thinking of that magnificent scene, Dongfang Fengyi really wanted to cry. Man proposes but God disposes! Who would have thought that getting on the sedan chair required someone to carry it? If she had known earlier, she definitely wouldn't have hidden the chicken legs and buns in her clothes; she would have eaten them first!

  Dongfang Feng's nervous wait lasted for several minutes before she was overjoyed to discover that no one wanted to come out and carry her.

  She suddenly remembered that she was notorious in the Dongfang Mansion and was not very popular, so no one would be willing to carry her. Thinking of this, Dongfang Feng felt relieved, it's good that having poor relationships also has its advantages!

  To avoid any more mishaps, Dongfang Fengyi quickly moved her short legs, holding the package tightly in her arms, and walked alone towards the main gate of the Dongfang manor with a somewhat awkward posture.

  Why say posture is twisted? Because I'm afraid things will fall out!

  "It's a good thing this package is wrapped tightly enough, otherwise the contents would have probably fallen out already!" Dongfang Fengfei thought to herself.

  Just as Dongfang Fengyi was secretly sighing, a white-clothed young man squeezed through the crowd at the entrance of the Dongfang Mansion and entered with a few dusty steps.

  At the age of fifteen, he looked very gentle and elegant, with a white robe that made him look even more ethereal. Although his hair and clothes were somewhat disheveled from traveling, it did not affect his beauty at all.

  "Big Young Master!"

  Everyone from the Dongfang family who was standing at the door to see off Dongfang Fengyi let out a surprised cry when they saw the man in white.

  However, the white-clothed young man seemed to have not heard the voices of those people, and only a pair of clear eyes with infinite tenderness were tightly staring at that little figure in red clothes.

  The little girl's body was very delicate, but she wore a complicated wedding dress that made her look a bit comical. Her hands were tightly clasped together, as if holding onto something with fear and tension. Perhaps because the red veil blocked her vision, she seemed a bit unsteady on her feet, walking with a slight stumble. The small figure walked alone towards the gate, looking very helpless.

  This was the heart-wrenching scene seen by the young man in white.

  Of course, he didn't know it was all an illusion, and thus a beautiful misunderstanding was formed...

  Seeing Dongfang Fengyi's current situation, the white-clothed youth had a look of intense concern in his eyes, quickly stepping forward and walking to Dongfang Fengyi's front, blocking her path.

  "Fei Fei, Brother Mu Ran is back late, I'm afraid you've been troubled." His clear voice was as warm and gentle as jade.

  Someone suddenly blocked her way, and Dongfang Fengyi almost didn't stop in time and bumped into the person in front of her. She was about to scold him loudly, "Don't you know how hard it is for me to walk without dropping what's in my arms?"

  But when she heard the words "Muran Gege", she was stunned.

  A familiar name, a familiar voice, this is... Brother's voice! Brother, could it be that brother has also crossed over?

  "Feifei, it's all my fault for not being able to protect you," said the white-clad young man in a clear and melodious voice filled with self-reproach and sorrow. "If only Brother Muran weren't the eldest son of the Dongfang Manor, he definitely wouldn't have let you marry the Ninth Prince, someone with such a frail body."