Chapter 027: Remove Duan Xiuqi from the Endorsement
Bai Chuwei let out a soft laugh, opened the car door, and, with her backpack slung over one shoulder, walked toward the Bai family residence.
As she walked, she pulled out her new phone and dialed a number.
A deep, middle-aged male voice answered, “Hello?”
Bai Chuwei’s tone was indifferent. “It’s me. Moyun is your company, isn’t it? Drop Duan Xiuqi’s endorsement for me. I find him an eyesore.”
There was silence on the other end for several dozen seconds before a shocked, trembling voice burst out, “Is it… is it really you? Ancestor? You have a mobile phone now? You’ve come out of seclusion?”
“Mm,” Bai Chuwei replied with a single syllable, then hung up.
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A low-key yet striking black Rolls-Royce was parked by the roadside. In the driver’s seat sat a man in a suit with his usual cold expression, but his ears had flushed red.
Duan Feihan abruptly closed his eyes, let out a heavy sigh, and stepped on the accelerator. The car finally drove off, heading back towards the Duan family estate.
Even before Duan Feihan returned, the third master of the Duan family, Duan Xiuqi, had already arrived home.
Duan Xiuqi was thirty-eight this year. He’d debuted at eighteen, reaching the peak of his career instantly, and had remained a star for twenty years. His skin was extraordinarily well maintained, so much so that he looked like a young man in his early twenties. His clothes were always fashionably simple. Standing beside him was a beautiful woman with an air of elegance, a pearl clutch in her hand.
Duan Xiuqi seemed a little absent-minded, as if he had just brushed past that girl…
Tong Qingyan’s aunt, Tong Yunrou, noticed the look on Duan Xiuqi’s face and gripped his arm tightly, her heart twisting, “Xiuqi, don’t overthink. Let’s go in and visit the old master.”
Duan Xiuqi’s expression grew complicated. Almost unconsciously, he slipped his arm out of Tong Yunrou’s grasp.
Twenty years ago, he was eighteen—spirited and brash. That was the year he met the woman he liked most. Regardless of her refusals, he insisted on marrying her!
Later, that woman ran away, and he searched all of China but couldn’t find her. Unwilling to accept it, he debuted as a celebrity, standing in the spotlight, hoping that if she missed him even a little, she could easily find him.
Even after he publicly declared he would wait for her for twenty years, that radiant young girl never appeared again.
Tong Yunrou had secretly loved him since youth. In the high society of Haicheng, everyone knew that Tong Yunrou would marry no one but him.
The twenty-year promise passed, and the Tong family patriarch personally came to plead with his life, hoping the two would marry.
The wedding was already in preparation, but who could’ve expected that at this time the old master would be diagnosed with stomach cancer? Again and again, Duan Xiuqi tried to cancel the wedding.
What Tong Yunrou feared most now was that Duan Xiuqi would use the old master’s critical illness as an excuse to call off the ceremony. So she had specially invited the renowned medical sage, Liu Zhen!
Duan Xiuqi frowned, “Can Elder Liu really cure stomach cancer?”
Cancer was cancer, after all—even in the advanced West, there was no true cure.
The two of them made their way to the old master’s small courtyard. As soon as they entered the bedroom, they saw Elder Liu Zhen standing by the bed, looking dazed and deathly pale, with several other doctors examining the patient.
A doctor wearing a stethoscope exclaimed, “This is incredible! The old master’s breathing is so much smoother than before, and all his vital signs are improving!”
“In all my years, I’ve never seen a few simple acupuncture needles have such dramatic effects!”
“…”
Tong Yunrou cast a somewhat proud glance at Duan Xiuqi and walked toward the dazed Liu Zhen. “Elder Liu, thank you so much for treating the old master today. When Xiuqi and I get married, I hope you’ll do us the honor of attending.”
At these words, Liu Zhen’s face grew even more awkward and pale.