Chapter 017: You Smell So Good

As soon as Bai Chuwei finished speaking, a sleek black sedan pulled up steadily beside her. Inside sat a man of flawless handsomeness, his sword-like brows slightly furrowed, his gaze resting on Bai Chuwei with a trace of puzzlement.

Why… did everyone always call him Tang Monk’s flesh?

The evening glow of a spring sunset filtered through the car window, casting a warm hue on Duan Feihan’s face, making his features even more refined and pronounced—a man so striking that his very presence seemed to steal the breath from the air.

“Uncle, you’re finally here! Dr. Bai doesn’t want to treat Grandpa,” Duan Xingye rushed over, half-crying as he complained.

The car door opened. First came a pair of long, elegant legs, then the tall figure that followed—every movement so graceful, it could have been captured as a screensaver.

Duan Feihan adjusted his cuffs with slender fingers, his gaze fixed on the petite, outstandingly poised Bai Chuwei. His thin lips moved as he spoke, “Miss Bai, my father is gravely ill. No matter what the cost, I implore you to treat him.”

Bai Chuwei’s expression was unreadable. “No matter what the cost?”

Her eyes lingered on the man before her. Indeed, he was every bit as flawless as the man the heroine, Tong Qingyan, had longed for and could never attain—so handsome there was not a single flaw to be found.

In the original story, the heroine, Tong Qingyan, at first fell for the Duan family’s Fourth Master, Duan Feihan. But Duan Feihan was a workaholic, devoted only to his career and indifferent to women. He ignored both the subtle and overt hints from Tong Qingyan, which left her wounded and sorrowful. In her heartbreak, she turned instead to the male lead, Xu Xingchen, and together they later faced Duan Feihan.

Duan Feihan’s gaze was inscrutable, his deep, magnetic voice slow and deliberate. “Miss Bai, what price do you wish me to pay?”

Duan Xingye, feeling confused and sensing something odd in the air, wondered what exactly the two of them were talking about.

Bai Chuwei lightly traced her chin with a nail, then suddenly smiled. “Let’s go. I’ll see the patient first before we discuss it.”

She agreed!

She didn’t even mention payment—just as the rumors said, she was indeed carefree and unrestrained.

Duan Xingye wasn’t sure if his fourth uncle was showing respect to Dr. Bai, but to his surprise, Duan Feihan personally opened the car door for her.

Bai Chuwei didn’t bat an eye, accepting it as a matter of course as she settled into the back seat.

Duan Xingye hurried to follow but was abruptly kicked in the ankle. From behind came Duan Feihan’s cool, detached voice, “You sit in the front.”

Duan Xingye was baffled. Again? Why was he always relegated to the passenger seat?

Unable to resist his fourth uncle’s insistence, he resigned himself and got into the car.

When Duan Feihan sat down, a faint spiritual energy emanated from the prayer beads on his left wrist. Bai Chuwei inhaled deeply and couldn’t help but remark, “You smell wonderful.”

Duan Feihan was silent.

He never wore cologne—what could possibly smell so good?

From the front seat, Duan Xingye interjected, “Uncle, did you meet an important client today?” He looked so formally dressed, as if he’d made a special effort.

Duan Feihan glanced at Bai Chuwei, whose expression remained unchanged; she seemed not to have noticed any difference between what he wore today and what he’d worn in the mountains. Lowering his head, he replied coolly, “No.”

Duan Xingye scratched his head, puzzled. Was that true? His fourth uncle never did things like this.

The black sedan slowly pulled away from the school gates, passing a white compact car on its way out.

Inside the white car, Bai Yinyin rubbed her eyes. Was she seeing things? She thought she’d just seen Bai Chuwei sitting in that car.

Wasn’t that the Duan family’s car?

How could that country bumpkin Bai Chuwei possibly know the Duan family? Nonsense!

Soon, Bai Chuwei heard her phone ringing from inside her backpack.