Chapter 077: Because You Are Duan Feihan's Nephew

“Grown-ups’ business, kids should stay out of it,” Bai Chuwei said disdainfully.

Duan Xingye was speechless. Aren’t we both eighteen years old?!

Standing aside, Xu Xingchen listened to their conversation, his brows unconsciously furrowing. Duan Xingye’s Fourth Uncle, who by rights was also his own Fourth Uncle, had always been known for his cold demeanor and lack of romantic entanglements. How could he possibly get involved with Bai Chuwei?

The thought made Xu Xingchen uneasy. Even if he returned to the Duan family in the future, would he have to continue interacting with Bai Chuwei? Xu Xingchen didn’t like Bai Chuwei at all. She was stunningly beautiful, possessed a mysterious aura refined over the years—he had never met anyone quite like her. But women like her were hard to control.

Feeling uncomfortable, Xu Xingchen could only murmur, “You two be careful on the road. I’m heading home to study.”

After Xu Xingchen left, the Duan family’s private car finally arrived. Bai Chuwei watched Duan Xingye climb into the car, looking utterly desolate. Her long, delicate lashes lowered as she pondered. Earlier, she had overheard Li Li calling a certain Master Sun, likely to cancel the scheme planned against him.

Bai Chuwei narrowed her eyes, noting that the dark cloud above Duan Xingye’s head had not diminished—instead, it had thickened. With a tut, she got into the car and instructed the driver, “Drive, I’ll take him to his cram school.”

Duan Xingye signaled the driver to lower the soundproof divider, and with reddened eyes, he asked quietly, “Chuwei, do you have the ability to see through things?”

He recalled Teacher Zhou’s breast cancer and Su Ruan’s menstrual pain—he suspected Bai Chuwei had some kind of clairvoyance, which explained her remarkable medical skills.

Was she able to discern the blood relation between him and Xu Xingchen?

Bai Chuwei let out a light laugh. “Superpowers? Does five thousand years of immortal cultivation count as a superpower?”

Duan Xingye’s lips twitched; he couldn’t muster a smile at her joke. Because—Bai Chuwei had sidestepped the question, which was as good as confirmation.

Perhaps he should find time to get a DNA test done.

Bai Chuwei saw his face covered in gloom and mused, “I’ll drop you off at the cram school. After my date with your Fourth Uncle, we’ll come pick you up together. Stay put at the cram school and don’t wander off.”

This kid looked like cannon fodder doomed to die—tut, it was hard to change the storyline.

But the ancestor had decreed to keep him alive, so even fate had to comply.

After speaking, Bai Chuwei took out her phone, dialing Duan Feihan’s number to notify him to pick her up for dinner directly at the cram school entrance.

The call went through, but the line stayed busy, unanswered.

“Chuwei…”

She raised her brows lightly, looking up at the dispirited Duan Xingye beside her. “What is it?”

His eyes were red as he gazed at her and asked quietly, “Chuwei…why are you so good to me?”

They had only known each other for a few days, yet she treated him so well.

Bai Chuwei stroked her chin, thinking. Her kindness toward Duan Xingye was largely because of his role in the original story. If the cannon fodder didn’t die, the protagonist Xu Xingchen would have difficulty returning to the Duan family—the ancestor simply wanted to trip up Xu Xingchen.

Of course, she couldn’t tell Duan Xingye this; otherwise, it would drag in matters from five thousand years ago and her time travel.

Bai Chuwei pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, “Because you’re Duan Feihan’s nephew.”

“Is that so?” A man’s voice, deep as water and tinged with a faint smile, came through the radio like a sudden thunderclap in the quiet backseat.

Bai Chuwei froze, lowering her gaze to the phone resting on her lap—

Sometime during their conversation, the call had connected.

Ah, did he just hear what she said?