Chapter 018: You Talk Too Much
Bai Chuwei opened her backpack. It was completely empty, save for a single discarded cell phone inside.
That phone was an old one given to her by Bai Yinyin.
Having lived for five thousand years, Bai Chuwei never cared much about material things, but she did mind using belongings that others had already used.
She answered the call with a frown. Before she could say anything, a barrage of curses erupted from the other end: “Bai Chuwei, where the hell have you been? If you’re not taking the car home, then walk back yourself!”
If not for the fear of being punished by their grandfather, Bai Yinyin would have loved nothing more than to leave Bai Chuwei behind.
“I had something to do today,” Bai Chuwei replied.
Bai Yinyin grew even more suspicious. Could it be that the person in that car earlier really was Bai Chuwei?
How could that be? She was just a country bumpkin—she must have been mistaken.
Bai Yinyin crossed her arms, sneering, “You’ve only just arrived in Haicheng and already you’re running around. Bai Chuwei, if you mess around with boys, don’t you dare disgrace the Bai family!”
Bai Chuwei remained unruffled. “Qi Tian, Cui Enze, Lu Hailiang, Di Zongping… Who is it again that’s messing around with boys and girls?”
Beside her, Duan Feihan’s eyes darkened. Those all sounded like men’s names…
On the other end, Bai Yinyin’s face turned ashen with shock.
These were the very boys she was chatting with at the same time—how could Bai Chuwei possibly know?
“You… you…” Bai Yinyin was instantly stripped of her arrogance, fumbling to hang up the phone in a panic.
Bai Chuwei looked at the disconnected call and let out a soft, amused laugh.
She had lived for over five thousand years—how could she possibly be bested by a petty little girl like Bai Yinyin?
Duan Xingye was astonished. “Aren’t those the rich kids from our school? How did you know, Divine Doctor Bai?”
Bai Chuwei’s lips curved in a faint smile. “It’s a secret.”
The ancient ancestor was both beautiful and enigmatic; Duan Xingye’s cheeks flushed red all at once, and he quickly turned away to stare straight ahead.
Suddenly, the temperature in the car seemed to drop.
Seeing Bai Chuwei about to toss her phone back into her bag, Duan Feihan spoke, “Miss Bai, for convenience in contacting you, could you give me your number?”
It sounded reasonable enough, considering his father’s illness.
“I don’t have a number. I don’t even have a phone,” Bai Chuwei answered.
Everyone in the car, the driver included, fell silent.
No phone?
Then what had she been using to talk to someone just now?
That was bald-faced lying, and she didn’t even blush!
Duan Feihan interlaced his long, slender fingers, his tone unhurried. “Then I’ll purchase a new phone for you, Miss Bai.”
Bai Chuwei arched an elegant brow, looking at Duan Feihan with some surprise.
She couldn’t help but feel that this man, who appeared so cold and aloof, was being uncharacteristically warm. Perhaps it was all for the sake of his gravely ill father.
Just like how Duan Xingye was doing it for his own grandfather.
Bai Chuwei neither agreed nor refused.
As the car headed toward the Duan family villa, Duan Xingye asked anxiously, “Divine Doctor Bai, I hope this isn’t too presumptuous, but… can you cure cancer? My grandfather has stomach cancer.”
Bai Chuwei lifted her eyelids lazily. “If he’s not all the way dead yet, it depends on my mood.”
Such a response was nothing if not infuriating, but a true master was entitled to some pride and eccentricity.
Duan Xingye consoled himself and pressed on, “Then how did you know the other day that my grandfather’s illness was in his stomach?”
Bai Chuwei’s lips curved into a mysterious smile. “I figured it out.”
Duan Xingye was stunned. “What?”
Figured it out? Wasn’t she supposed to be a divine doctor? When did she become a fortune teller too? Was she multitasking now?
His mind swirled with questions, and he couldn’t help but open his mouth to ask, “But—”
Duan Feihan’s chilly voice cut in abruptly, “You talk too much.”