The Young Matriarch

Duan Xingye put down his textbook, looked at Bai Chuwei and said in all seriousness, “Weiwei, we are a scientific society and are no longer living in the feudal era where superstition ran rampant. Repeat after me. Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality…”

Bai Chuwei looked at Duan Xingye’s gaze that radiated righteousness and said, “I’ve lived for five thousand years. I used to cultivate in the past.”

Duan Xingye saw Bai Chuwei’s rather serious expression and he sighed.

Weiwei was good in every aspect, with the exception that her eighth-grader syndrome was too severe. He believed that she was a miracle doctor, but when she said that she was an ancestor that had lived for five thousand years… it would be better for her to wash up and have a good night’s sleep.

Duan Xingye answered her seriously. “Weiwei, colleague entrance examinations are approaching. Stop reading those novels and memorize more words instead.”

Bai Chuwei saw Duan Xingye’s distrusting expression and crossed her fingers while deliberately revealing a smile. “You don’t believe me? Even though spiritual energy has declined, there are still cultivators around. Do you know there’s a special department in China called the Management Bureau for the Unnatural?”

Duan Xingye looked at Bai Chuwei with a complicated expression on his face. He did not expect her to be so superstitious at such a young age. He wondered if it was because of the pressure of the approaching college entrance examinations.

In the original novel, Duan Xingye’s death was described as an accident caused by mental illness.

However, she was someone who was well versed in medicine. If Duan Xingye had been mentally ill, how could she not have noticed it?

Even though Duan Xingye was not well liked by Duan Feihan’s big brother, he was still part of the Duan Family. Therefore how could they not investigate his sudden death? With the amount of attention Duan Feihan paid to this nephew of his, how could he not thoroughly probe into it?

So what did that mean?

Bai Chuwei guessed that Duan Xingye’s death was definitely unnatural!

Therefore, it was useless even if Duan Feihan would want to investigate. Because, it was impossible for him to find out anything.

As a result, Duan Xingye would die in vain and make way for the male lead, Xu Xingchen.

Bai Chuwei originally wanted to caution him, but from the looks of it, this little brat did not believe in cultivators in the slightest!

Just as Bai Chuwei was disappointed at Duan Xingye for failing to meet her expectations, a soft and weak voice carefully sounded from the side. “I-I, I believe you.”

Bai Chuwei was shocked. Someone believed her?

Both of them turned their heads at the same time.

There was a girl dressed in the standard school uniform. She was not considered tall, and a rounded face together with her delicate facial features made her look adorable. She also had shoulder length hair and airy bangs. There were several books in her embrace and her timid darting eyes made her appear like a deer that was looking for food.

She was very cute, and such a lovely and soft-looking girl was capable of arousing a man’s desire to protect her.

Bai Chuwei had met all kinds of people over the five thousands years and was rather accurate at reading people. At the very first glance, she noticed that the girl had clear eyes and did not harbor any bad intentions.

Duan Xingye clicked his tongue, leaned against the chair and asked her offhandedly. “Another one? So do you believe in tarot cards or eight characters?”

The girl was frightened by Duan Xingye and hugged her books tighter. Her voice had also softened. “I-I believe in Student Bai Chuwei.”

Duan Xingye: !!!

What the f*ck! He did not expect Bai Chuwei’s trick to work. It improved other people’s impression of her!

Bai Chuwei curled her lips and said in a confident tone, “I believe you’re a student of Class 11?”

The girl became excited. “Student Bai, you remember me? I’m Su Ruan from Class 11.”

Bai Chuwei’s tongue gently pressed against her upper gum. As expected, she was similar to her name, gentle and soft.1

Bai Chuwei’s slender fingers flipped her hair and her gaze sized up the female student before she said with a smile, “You came to see me for your illness?”