Chapter 85: I Want You to Be Mine

Duan Feihan led them to the five-star restaurant he had reserved beforehand. Dusk had already fallen, and the place was sparsely populated. Duan Xingye, having narrowly escaped disaster, was devouring his meal with gusto, chopsticks dancing between dishes. Bai Chuwei, on the other hand, showed little interest, barely nibbling on a few bites.

Duan Feihan watched her movements carefully, his deep, magnetic voice gentle with concern. “Is the food not to your liking?”

Duan Xingye mumbled, “Yeah, Chuwei, didn’t you always look forward to having dinner with my Fourth Uncle? Why aren’t you eating?”

Bai Chuwei’s gaze was tinged with disdain. Was eating really the focus here?

She had given up food five thousand years ago; for her, eating was at best a hobby, hardly a necessity.

After some thought, Bai Chuwei put down her chopsticks, her eyes shining as she looked at Duan Feihan.

Her gaze was clear, devoid of any pretense, and Duan Feihan felt as though she had stripped him bare with her eyes…

“Fourth Master Duan, last time I saved your father, this time I saved your nephew. Shouldn’t you show your gratitude in some way?” Bai Chuwei smiled faintly.

Duan Xingye interjected, “My dad’s rich, too.”

“Shut up!” Bai Chuwei shot him a glare. Did the ancestor lack money? Was she really after that small fortune? Even if the entire Duan family pooled their assets, they wouldn’t amount to half of hers!

The girl’s eyes sparkled with a gentle smile, flecks of starlight dancing within as she gazed at him. Duan Feihan’s Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously. “Do you… want me to hold you?”

That had been her request last time as well; the three hundred million was only an add-on.

“Yes, yes!” If he held her, she wouldn’t have to take that bitter spiritual medicine tonight. Saving Duan Xingye would be well worth it.

Duan Feihan understood that Bai Chuwei’s embrace had no hidden meaning, so he nodded. “Alright.”

Satisfied with his answer, Bai Chuwei finally picked up her chopsticks and began to eat.

By the time they left the restaurant, it was past nine. The spring night air was cool.

Duan Xingye was relentlessly pestering Bai Chuwei, begging to spend the night at the Bai residence, his chatter making her ears ache.

The three of them stepped out into the brilliantly lit entrance, where several valet attendants were driving away a little girl selling flowers.

“Ancestor, I almost died today. I’m sure I’ll have nightmares tonight. Let me stay over, please.” Duan Xingye pleaded at her ear.

Bai Chuwei’s gaze shifted from Duan Xingye to Duan Feihan, calm as water.

Duan Xingye’s temperament wasn’t one for nightmares. The one who would truly be haunted tonight was likely… Duan Feihan.

When his mother died before him in the same way as a child, he endured twenty years of nightmares. Now, with his nephew nearly falling to his death, tonight would surely not be easy for him.

Indeed, Duan Feihan had no plans to sleep tonight, intending instead to spend the night in his study working through documents.

Suddenly, Bai Chuwei stepped into the cool night breeze, pulled out a hundred yuan note, and handed it to the little flower girl being chased away. “Give me one flower, the rest is your tip.”

The little girl’s face lit up with happiness, calling her fairy sister over and over.

Bai Chuwei took the vivid, dewy red rose, her slender white fingers brushing gently over its delicate petals, casting a small spell for peaceful sleep. With a soft, radiant smile, she walked toward the man standing beneath the dim streetlamp.

When Bai Chuwei handed him the rose, Duan Feihan’s gaze grew deeper.

“For you. May this flower bring you sweet dreams tonight.”

Those gathered at the entrance, led by Duan Xingye, were stunned. Was the young lady giving a rose to a grown man?

Duan Feihan looked at the rose, his tone steady. “Why are you giving me a rose?”

Bai Chuwei’s lips curved with a hint of mischief, her allure magnified beneath the warm golden light. “I’m showing my affection. I want you to be mine.”

She had finally made up her mind; rather than always asking him for embraces, why not let him belong to her, just as the eight great families led by Qi Mo had done? Then, the ancestor could embrace him whenever she wished.