The Young Matriarch

The more expensive something is, the better it seems, while they become suspicious of anything too cheap.

Qi Yue was genuinely skeptical and also afraid that Bai Chuwei’s medicine might damage her eyes, so she was indecisive.

After all, these past couple of days the people who went to Bai Chuwei for treatment were just out of curiosity; at most, they had minor issues like menstrual pain. To verify if Bai Chuwei’s methods were effective, they would have to wait until their next period, right?

Therefore, Qi Yue was somewhat worried.

Bai Chuwei stood up and stretched lazily, “I’ve given you the medicine, whether you believe in it or not is up to you. Alright, I’m going to class.”

Bai Chuwei sauntered back to the classroom where the Chinese teacher, Li Juan, was lecturing with fervor.

Bai Chuwei didn’t even bother to lift her head. Every now and then, she would take out the two-hundred-year-old wild ginseng from the drawer to have a sniff. Delightful! Truly delightful!

Duan Xingye sitting beside her had a complex expression. The fact that Di Zongping couldn’t find her earlier must have had something to do with the old ancestor, he watched Bai Chuwei smell the wild ginseng and couldn’t help but whisper softly, “Weiwei, my uncle will come to see you today.”

Bai Chuwei’s gaze shifted from the wild ginseng in an instant, her eyes somewhat fixated.

Really?

That was someone more captivating to her heart than the two-hundred-year-old wild ginseng…

With eager anticipation, Bai Chuwei finally waited until school was over. Duan Xingye had decided to attend a tutorial session, so not long after she left the campus, she saw a low-key black luxury car parked under the old scholar tree outside the school.

Bai Chuwei rushed over and immediately saw a man in a suit and leather shoes sitting in the driver’s seat, with his left hand adorned with Sandalwood Buddhist Beads resting casually on the steering wheel, radiating a sense of beauty.

As soon as Bai Chuwei got in the car, she took a deep sniff and couldn’t help saying, “It smells so good!”

It was like smoking opium, addictive!

Duan Feihan’s brow twitched slightly, he nodded and said, “Mm, I heard that you’re still looking for Spiritual Medicine, so I brought you the Duan Family’s treasured wild ginseng, Lingzhi mushrooms, and Snow Lotus.”

Bai Chuwei’s eyes locked onto him unabashedly, and she suddenly laughed, “You misunderstood, I meant you smell good.”

Duan Feihan: “…” He truly suspected she might blurt out ‘You’re so cheeky’ one day.

However, she never thought she had too much of the good stuff, and she was very pleased with the trunk full of Spiritual Medicine Duan Feihan provided.

He caught a glimpse of the young girl’s radiant spirits, her joy causing her slender white legs to swing in the air, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly, “Are you that happy?”

Bai Chuwei’s eyes shimmered with light, her tone flirtatious, “Of course, I’m happy to see you.”

The man’s eyes deepened, as though waves were surging within them. He turned his gaze back, started the car, and drove her home.

The car stopped not far from the Bai Family’s villa. Bai Chuwei asked without looking away, “Hanhan, you came to see me for more than just delivering herbs, right?”

Duan Feihan cast a smile at Bai Chuwei’s beaming face and said with downcast eyes, “My father is almost recovered.”

The hospital’s examination yesterday showed that the cancer cells that had spread all over his body were retreating. The chief physician clung to the old man, unwilling to let him leave, desperately wanting to know why; after all, to their eyes, a man who was on the brink of death was now bouncing around again—wasn’t that scary?

Bai Chuwei nodded knowingly. Liu Zhen called her every day to report on the old master Duan’s condition, and she guessed that he would be better within a couple of days.

“So, the Duan Family is planning to host a recovery banquet in a few days.”

Bai Chuwei’s eyes and brows held a smile, “So, are you here to give me an invitation to the banquet, Hanhan?”

Duan Feihan’s voice was magnetic and as low as a murmuring brook, “To attend the banquet, you don’t need an invitation.”

In the entire Haicheng, she was the only one who could enter without an invitation.