Chapter 124: Hello, Uncle Duan!
Bai Chuwei paused for a moment, silently labeling the situation a nuisance. She quickened her pace, heading straight toward the banquet hall exit without looking back.
Snowball, still sprawled on a plate in a shadowy corner, was stunned: "???"
"Ahhh! Ancestor, how could you leave without taking me? Do you think I eat too much? QAQ"
Stricken with grief and indignation, Snowball resolutely hoisted a fried chicken leg longer than its own body onto its back. It leaped from the bench and scurried madly after Bai Chuwei. "Ancestor, wait for your favorite Snowball!"
"Xiuqi! What are you doing?" Tong Yunrou’s face turned deathly pale as she watched Duan Xiuqi descend from the second floor, weaving through the crowd to chase after that slender white figure.
That ominous feeling began to rise in her heart once more...
Duan Xiuqi’s gaze was locked onto the figure. Just as he was about to reach Bai Chuwei, a tall, imposing black-clad figure blocked his path.
Duan Feihan intercepted Duan Xiuqi’s line of sight, standing like a towering mountain. His voice was frigid. "Third Brother, your behavior is highly inappropriate."
Taking advantage of the moment Bai Chuwei stopped, Snowball scrambled up and dived into her pocket.
With a look of utter disgust, Bai Chuwei grabbed the creature—chicken leg and all—and tossed it right out the front door. "So filthy!"
To think it had actually stuffed a chicken leg into her pocket!
"Chuchu!"
Bai Chuwei frowned, her slender, jade-like fingers gently massaging her temples. She was already considering making a batch of Meng Po soup to feed to Duan Xiuqi upon her return.
There was no escaping it now; she suspected Duan Xiuqi would track her down to the Bai residence immediately.
With her slender hand tucked in her pocket, Bai Chuwei turned her head, a languid smile playing on her lips. "Hello there, Uncle Duan."
The young girl wore a handmade white linen gown, embroidered with simple yet striking red roses along the hem, which stood out vividly against the white fabric. She stood with her hands behind her back, gazing at him with a smile. Her lazy, soulful eyes naturally curved upward, and her crimson lips were delicate and vibrant. She was breathtakingly beautiful, possessing an ethereal quality as if she were framed by a backdrop of drifting clouds.
It was just like that summer twenty years ago, the first time he had ever seen her. That was how Bai Chu had dressed back then.
Twenty years had flashed by, and he had long since shed the reckless arrogance of his youth, gaining a sense of maturity and composure.
Yet, the girl before him smiled softly, looking exactly like Bai Chu had at eighteen.
No—no matter how advanced aesthetic medicine might be, it was impossible to maintain someone’s appearance at eighteen!
Look at Tong Yunrou; no matter how well a woman in her thirties maintained her appearance, others would only think she looked like she was in her twenties, not an innocent girl just graduating from high school.
Duan Xiuqi stared blankly at Bai Chuwei, unable to utter a single word.
Perhaps his gaze was too intense, as Duan Feihan’s brow furrowed, and he stepped firmly in front of Bai Chuwei.
Bored, Bai Chuwei reached out and traced characters onto Duan Feihan’s back. Her fingertips glided over the suit fabric in a manner that was inexplicably provocative.
*Bai Chuwei: Is it alright if I smash your Third Brother with a rock?*
Duan Feihan: "..."
Everyone present could see that something was amiss. Tong Yunrou and the butler helped Old Master Duan down from the second floor.
Tong Yunrou’s face was ashen as she looked at the girl by the hall entrance, her lips trembling. "Bai... Bai... Bai Chu."
Had that woman returned?
Old Master Duan was also deeply shaken. Could it really be that girl from twenty years ago?
Upon hearing the name "Bai Chu," the expressions of those in the crowd shifted, and some reporters secretly pulled out their phones to take photos.
Suddenly, Tong Yunrou strode forward and shrieked sharply, "Duan Xiuqi, wake up! She is not Bai Chu!"