Chapter 057: Has He Changed Careers to Become a Charlatan?

Du Xingye spent his first two years of high school fooling around, only buckling down to study in his third year. To prepare for the college entrance exams, he painfully gave up his beloved basketball. Du Feihan’s obsidian eyes grew cold as he stared intently at Bai Chuwei. “If he dies, I will pursue those responsible to the bitter end.” Bai Chuwei was shaken; in the original story, Du Feihan’s descent into darkness was largely triggered by uncovering the true cause of Du Xingye’s death.

Seeing Bai Chuwei’s reaction, Du Feihan silently berated himself for frightening the young girl. He restrained his chilling aura, hesitated for a few seconds, then gently patted Bai Chuwei’s head, speaking in a deep, mellow voice: “Focus on your studies. Don’t let romance with male classmates distract you. In the future… there are far better men outside of school.” He withdrew his hand—still warm from Bai Chuwei’s hair—and slid it into his suit pocket, then turned and left the school.

Bai Chuwei rubbed her head, half amused and half exasperated. This future archvillain! She wasn’t even interested in romance!

Clutching the hardcover “Chronicles of the Mountain Moon,” she entered the classroom, where Du Xingye was still buried in his English vocabulary. In the original, Du Xingye was nothing more than a carefree scion of wealth; his father, Du Feihan’s elder brother, had lost all hope in him, pinning his dreams instead on his illegitimate son, Xu Xingchen.

Du Xingye, determined to prove himself to his father, worked hard throughout his third year. Yet before he could show his progress, he died, and Xu Xingchen was seamlessly brought into the Du family.

Last night, in her dream, she taught Liu Zhenling one of the thirteen needle techniques. With it, Old Master Du would recover within a week! According to the plot, once Old Master Du regained his health, Du Xingye—the expendable pawn—was destined to die soon.

Bai Chuwei touched her chin, gazing with interest at the smiling Xu Xingchen as he approached. The ancestral matriarch mused mischievously: If Du Xingye doesn’t die, how would Xu Xingchen, the illegitimate child, ever enter the Du household?

Cradling his English book, Du Xingye hurried to the back, calling out to Xu Xingchen as he tossed the trash: “Xingchen, after school this weekend, can I come to your house? There are several types of math problems I still don’t get.”

Xu Xingchen, ever the good-natured soul, nodded. “Sure.”

Du Xingye watched Xu Xingchen return to his seat after throwing out the trash, barely able to contain his delight, when suddenly a cool voice sounded beside him: “If you don’t want to die, stay away from Xu Xingchen.”

Du Xingye froze and looked over at Bai Chuwei. She remained focused, propping her elbow and flipping through “Chronicles of the Mountain Moon.”

Tsk—her unfinished novel was turning out to be quite captivating. Who in this world could possibly continue her work?

Before she could turn the next page, Du Xingye grabbed Bai Chuwei’s arm and shook her, asking anxiously, “Weiwei, what did you just say? Die? I’m going to die?”

The more Du Xingye thought about it, the more frightened he became, his entire being gripped by panic as he rambled, “Did you see something wrong with me? Do I have stomach cancer? Lung cancer? Or leukemia? I’ve always been healthy!”

Bai Chuwei, nearly shaken apart, slapped his hand away disdainfully. She studied Du Xingye’s tense, handsome face and said mysteriously, “Your brow is dark, shadows cloud your face—you’re bound for disaster soon.”

Du Xingye: “???”

A disaster of blood? Is she… a fortune-teller?

Why is she giving up being a miracle doctor to dabble in superstition?