Chapter 24: His Life Is Something I Rather Desire

Bai Chuwei lowered her eyes, swiftly gathering her belongings.

Duan Xingye hadn’t noticed her movements; he only saw his grandfather’s complexion improve, his breathing steady once more, and felt overjoyed. He turned his head toward Bai Chuwei. “Vivi, thank you! My third uncle is on his way back. Are you a fan? My third uncle, Duan Xiuqi, is a famous actor. Do you want his autograph?”

Bai Chuwei’s smile was cold and insincere. “I don’t want his autograph, but I wouldn’t mind his life.”

With that, she slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out of Old Master Duan’s bedroom.

A glimmer of contemplation flashed in Duan Feihan’s eyes. He took a long stride to catch up with Bai Chuwei.

She didn’t look back, her gaze fixed forward as she spoke coolly, “Mr. Duan, your father’s illness can’t be cured by acupuncture alone. I’ll write a prescription and have Duan Xingye deliver it. I’m heading home now.”

Suddenly, a strong hand grasped her wrist. When she turned, Duan Feihan released his grip just as gently. Meeting her gaze, he spoke in a low voice, “Miss Bai, allow me to see you out.”

He took out his car keys and opened the door for her.

Bai Chuwei was a little surprised that he hadn’t called for a driver, but she didn’t dwell on it. She climbed into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt.

The car started smoothly, brushing past a white sedan as it drove out of the Duan family villa.

Bai Chuwei rolled down the window, resting her right elbow on the sill, watching Duan Feihan drive with undisguised interest.

The Duan family, from top to bottom, hardly had any decent people, she thought. Who would have guessed someone as decent as Duan Feihan would emerge from that family?

Oh, that silly, naïve supporting character Duan Xingye, who was on the verge of death, wasn’t too bad either.

Her eyes drifted from his face, down over his prominent Adam’s apple, then settled on the sandalwood prayer beads worn thin and smooth around his left wrist. Suddenly, she asked with a smile, “You’ve worn those beads for twenty years, haven’t you?”

Duan Feihan gave a soft grunt of affirmation.

They had been gifted to him twenty years ago.

Bai Chuwei lowered her head, smiling. She hadn’t expected the string of prayer beads she’d casually made would be worn for two decades by that adorable little boy who always wanted to be held—who had now grown into such a handsome man.

She noticed a faint flush creeping up his ears and finally withdrew her gaze, sitting upright and looking out the window.

Skyscrapers rose on either side, cars glided along the road, and people walked the sidewalks in pairs. They were headed for the city center of Haicheng.

Bai Chuwei felt a bit surprised. “Mr. Duan, you must have already checked my home address. Why are you taking me downtown instead of taking me home?”

Duan Feihan didn’t answer. He parked in the shopping mall’s lot and invited her to get out.

“Miss Bai, come with me.”

He walked ahead, leading her into the bustling mall. The first floor was lined with flagship stores of all the hottest mobile phone brands.

“Which model do you like?” Duan Feihan asked, looking at her.

Bai Chuwei arched her brow, her smile lighting up her starry eyes. So Mr. Duan’s earlier offer to buy her a phone hadn’t been an empty courtesy.

After a moment’s thought, she pointed to a nearby experience store. “Let’s get the Moyun phone.”

She really didn’t want to keep using Bai Yinyin’s old phone.

Moyun phones, a domestic brand in Huaguo, had won national popularity with their powerful system and performance, seizing a major share of the market. The latest model, Moyun 10 Pro, was rumored to start at thirty thousand yuan.