The Young Matriarch

Bai Chuwei didn’t make a sound, actually, she was just worried that the school’s peach tree wasn’t properly cared for and had been growing wild; even if she sped up the ripening process, it might not taste good, and she wanted Duan Xingye to be a guinea pig and try it first…

Duan Xingye unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, washed the peach with the water, and then bit into it fiercely, exclaiming with surprise, “Sweet.”

Bai Chuwei’s slender fingers lightly brushed her own chin as she murmured while looking at the splendid springtime peach blossoms, “It seems to be growing well.”

As Duan Xingye munched on the first peach of the year, he asked curiously, “How did Ancestor Weiwei end up here?”

Bai Chuwei tugged lightly at the corner of her mouth, speaking indifferently, “I wanted to find a better peach grove to pick some peach blossoms to brew wine.”

It would soon be the anniversary of that person’s death. He had died in late spring without getting to see the summer fruits of the honey peaches. Every year around this time, she would brew a jar of Peach Blossom Elixir as an offering.

Brewing wine had to be done in advance.

Upon hearing that, Duan Xingye couldn’t help but want to recommend the peach tree-filled estate his fourth uncle owned in Nancheng.

Bai Chuwei didn’t want to elaborate. Her ears picked up the principal’s impassioned speech on the sports field, so she changed the subject with a curving of her lips, “Why did you come to school so late today? Don’t you usually arrive early for morning study?”

Duan Xingye’s eyes reddened further as he struggled to maintain his voice, which still carried a trace of a choke, “Suddenly I felt like studying doesn’t matter.”

He had studied so hard to get his father to understand him, but now it seemed unnecessary since his father had other sons to be proud of.

With a light chuckle, Bai Chuwei said, “Idiot, studying has never been for anyone else but for yourself. You should live for yourself.”

Duan Xingye gazed steadily at Bai Chuwei for a long time before gradually lowering his head and murmuring, “I understand now.”

After finally calming his emotions, Duan Xingye followed Bai Chuwei towards the small garden, “But Weiwei doesn’t study either!”

Bai Chuwei replied with a lazy tone, “I didn’t come to school to study.”

She sat down at the stone table under the garden trellis, and a voice full of inquiry came from behind her, “Excuse me, is this Bai Chuwei?”

Bai Chuwei glanced at the girl, “Here for a medical appointment? Come and sit.”

Last week, Bai Chuwei became famous due to Su Ruan’s menstrual pain incident, and girls curious about Bai Chuwei’s medical skills all added her on WeChat to make appointments.

The fees for Bai Chuwei’s consultations were comparable to a hospital’s registration fee; specialist appointments in big hospitals cost just over a hundred yuan, so Bai Chuwei’s starting price of two thousand was astronomical.

But fortunately, most of the students at Henghua First Middle School were quite wealthy, and there were many who were curious about Bai Chuwei’s medical skills.

There were not a few who spent two thousand yuan out of curiosity.

Bai Chuwei’s appointment slots were already full for the week, mostly with people just there for the excitement.

Qi Yue was a first-year high school student, pretty and cute, and being the little princess of one of the eight major families, the Qi Family, with a big shot brother like Qi Mo, she led a very comfortable life.

But when the news of Su Ruan’s cured menstrual pain spread throughout the school’s female community, Qi Yue was not happy about it.

She hated people who used women’s menstrual pain as a gimmick the most!

So having thrown two thousand yuan like it was nothing, she came to deflate Bai Chuwei’s ego. Arching her chin, she said, “With such an exorbitant fee of two thousand yuan, you must be something special. So why don’t you check if I am sick? If you can’t find anything wrong with me, then you should give me my money back.”

Qi Yue loved to exercise and was extremely healthy, not even suffering from the common cold or fever.

Bai Chuwei glanced at her and said, “You’re nearsighted.”

Qi Yue and Duan Xingye stared straight at Bai Chuwei for nearly a minute.

Suddenly, with excitement, Qi Yue held her face and screamed, “You… you mean you can also cure nearsightedness?”