The Young Matriarch

Duan Feihan glanced down at her serious face, and suddenly all his irritation vanished completely.

Duan Feihan let out a breath, saying in a deep voice, “Please.”

Bai Chuwei received the answer she wanted and finally diverted her gaze, only for it to abruptly freeze—

Duan Xingye, as if possessed, squatted on the cement floor. First, he touched it with his palm and then threw a punch down hard, “Ouch, so painful!”

Bai Chuwei looked at Duan Xingye with the kind of expression one reserves for an idiot.

Had all the good genes in the Duan Family really been inherited by Duan Feihan alone? Was Duan Xingye somewhat of a fool?

Duan Feihan, seeing Duan Xingye’s behavior, felt a surge of anger rise within him and chided coldly, “What are you doing now?”

Duan Xingye got up, excitedly saying, “Fourth Uncle, when Weiwei and I fell just now, I felt as if I landed on a cloud of cotton, not painful at all.”

It was so magical, truly too magical!

The people around them all looked at the two with the same expression one would give to a lunatic.

Bai Chuwei held her forehead, silently distancing herself from the gesticulating Duan Xingye and moved a little towards Duan Feihan’s direction.

They were not of the same kind; she was not sick.

The crowd gradually dispersed, but security would not let them leave, saying the police had been called and would arrive soon.

Duan Xingye was still immersed in the “bungee jumping” vibe when he suddenly heard Bai Chuwei ask with a smile, “Duan Xingye, do you believe in metaphysics now?”

Duan Xingye came back to his senses and shook his head, saying, “I don’t.”

Tsk—

Immediately after, Duan Xingye’s smile blossomed, and he exclaimed with fervor, “But I’ll believe in you from now on.”

Duan Feihan’s face darkened, “…”

He was invincible in the business world, but it seems he really had something to learn from his own nephew when it came to the art of speaking.

Duan Feihan glanced at the entrance of the office building and saw a cleaning lady pushing a trash cart passing by; suddenly, he had the urge to throw his nephew into it.

If he said this to those young girls, they would probably be smitten, but alas, Bai Chuwei had lived too long; the number of people who had pursued her, if not ten thousand, then definitely nine thousand, she couldn’t be swayed.

Duan Xingye made such a remark without any other intention, purely to express his gratitude.

“But why did this happen to me? I was just intending to go up to the rooftop to get some air, but as soon as I got up there, I couldn’t control my steps!” Duan Xingye’s face began to grow pale as he spoke.

Bai Chuwei said with disdain, “Still don’t get it? Your birth data has been leaked.”

Duan Xingye was startled, his brain going blank, as he turned to look at Duan Feihan.

Birthdays were easy to know, but the specific time of birth and astrology were known only by family members. So this meant it must have been leaked by someone in his family…

People like his third uncle and fourth uncle would never talk about such things. Unless—

Duan Xingye suddenly thought of that watch in Xu Xingchen’s house and seemed to have a sudden realization.

Duan Feihan observed Duan Xingye looking unwell and said in a deep voice, “I will get to the bottom of this.”

This matter must have a lot to do with someone in the Duan Family.

Duan Xingye forced a smile, suddenly recalling that Bai Chuwei had appeared abruptly and figured it must have a lot to do with that touch on his forehead before he got out of the car.

Duan Xingye smiled gratefully at Bai Chuwei, “Weiwei, thank you for saving me. I really wish I could kowtow to you.”

Bai Chuwei flicked her eyelid, raising her chin lazily, “Oh? You want to kowtow? Well, go ahead then.”

Duan Xingye: “…”

Duan Feihan: “…”