Chapter 103: He Will Worry

Bai Chuwei’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. With her keen hearing, she caught the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. She raised her slender hand and snapped her fingers in the air.

A sudden gust of cool wind swept from nowhere, snatching the black cap right off Duan Xiuqi’s head.

The area outside the bar was crowded at this hour. Dozens of eyes turned toward Duan Xiuqi, and suddenly, waves of excited screams erupted:

“It’s Duan Xiuqi, the Best Actor! I’m your fan, could I please have an autograph?”

“Oh my god, what is Duan Xiuqi doing at a bar? Isn't he supposed to be getting married to Tong Yunrou soon?”

“What’s wrong with an adult going to a bar? You’re here, aren't you? Can’t a celebrity have any private space?”

“……”

Once exposed, Duan Xiuqi was swarmed by a group of fans, who held up their phones to snap photos frantically. He was blocked in so tightly that he couldn't move an inch.

In this era of self-media, the fans who caught Duan Xiuqi at the bar uploaded the photos to Weibo immediately; it was guaranteed to be trending before long.

In the distance, Duan Feihan watched his third brother’s predicament without any intention of stepping in to help. After all, he had a manager and assistants to handle such things, and the two brothers rarely had any interaction anyway.

Duan Feihan took hold of Bai Chuwei’s wrist and said in a low voice, “I’ll take you home.”

Having accomplished what she needed to do tonight, Bai Chuwei agreed with satisfaction. She sat in Duan Feihan’s car, resting her hand on the window frame and feeling the cool breeze outside with her fingertips.

Catching her movement in his peripheral vision, Duan Feihan warned in a deep voice, “Pull your hand back inside. It’s dangerous.”

Bai Chuwei clicked her tongue, feeling that Duan Feihan didn't seem like a twenty-four-year-old man, but rather like an old man who worried about everything.

When they reached a spot not far from the Bai family villa, Duan Feihan stopped the car but did not unlock the doors. He turned to look at Bai Chuwei steadily, his tone solemn: “You had your reasons for going to the bar this time, but don’t go again. It’s no place for a girl.” He would worry.

In their social circles, some wealthy young men were fond of “picking up corpses” in such places.

Bai Chuwei scratched her hair, wondering if Duan Feihan’s villain persona had collapsed.

Wasn’t he supposed to be a man of few words, with a deep mind and ruthless tactics? Why was he being so long-winded?

Was he the reincarnation of Tang Sanzang? He was so nagging.

Bai Chuwei suddenly became interested in his past life. She smiled and said, “Hanhan, give me your hand.”

A flicker of surprise crossed the man’s dark pupils, but he didn't ask any questions. He extended the palm that wore a sandalwood prayer bead bracelet. His palm was broad, with slight calluses at the base of his thumb.

Bai Chuwei didn't stand on ceremony; she reached out and took his hand in hers.

The chill of her skin made his large palm tremble slightly, and Duan Feihan instinctively pulled back, but Bai Chuwei raised an eyebrow and held on tighter, interlacing her fingers with his.

His palm was so large it almost completely engulfed her hand.

Bai Chuwei could feel the temperature of his palm rising… though, of course, she didn't care about that at all.

Bai Chuwei’s brows gradually furrowed, deeper and deeper.

Duan Feihan’s Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously, his voice calm: “What is it?”

Bai Chuwei retracted her hand, opened the car door, and stepped out. She smiled and said, “Nothing. Thanks for taking me home tonight. Drive safely.”

With that, she turned and walked toward the Bai villa.

Just now… she had tested Duan Feihan.

Strangely, she had no way of knowing what Duan Feihan had been in his past life; when she tried to trace his origin, she found only a void.