Chapter 113: I Came for Him Today

Those admitted here were not only from Haicheng but also prominent figures from all over China. If she could find a boyfriend at this banquet, it would be wonderful!

Bai Yinyin immediately stepped inside and approached the dining table. The waiter smiled warmly and asked what she would like. She requested a glass of red wine.

Bai Yinyin’s gaze swept across the hall as she began searching for a target.

Suddenly, her peripheral vision landed on the dining table, and with some surprise, she asked the waiter, “Wh… why are there so many fried foods?”

At most banquets, there would be exquisite Western pastries or, at the very least, traditional Chinese delicacies. How come there were so many fried dishes?

After speaking, Bai Yinyin felt a touch of regret—did she sound like a country bumpkin?

The waiter looked slightly puzzled but replied, “This was specially instructed by Fourth Master.”

Bai Yinyin made a mental note: so the Fourth Master of the Duan family liked fried food. That was unexpected.

As the seconds ticked by, more and more guests arrived at the Duan family banquet. Bai Yinyin glanced around and a faint smile began to play on her lips.

Why wasn’t Bai Chuwei—the one who acted so pretentiously at school—here?

The gap was clear.

Meanwhile, Bai Chuwei, who Bai Yinyin kept mentioning, sat in a dim corner. She rested her chin on one hand with an air of indifference, watching Snowball hungrily gnaw on a fried chicken leg, the crisp chewing sounds quite audible.

Snowball: “Ancestor, won’t you try some?”

Bai Chuwei: “I’m not interested.”

The ancestor, who had lived over five thousand years, had a mild palate and disliked fried foods.

Golden crumbs stuck to the white whiskers at Snowball’s mouth. It looked at Bai Chuwei curiously and said, “The ancestor came to the banquet but cast a spell so that no one notices you. What’s the point? Could it be… could it be that the ancestor came for me?”

Snowball was instantly touched. Was the banquet invitation really for it to enjoy the delicacies?

Bai Chuwei scoffed, “No way.”

The ancestor simply disliked joining in the festivities.

Sitting in the corner, Bai Chuwei looked up and saw a young man in a red suit pacing across the hall, muttering, “Why isn’t Weiwei here yet?”

After Duan Xingye passed by her three times, Bai Chuwei couldn’t help but curl a finger.

Startled, Duan Xingye turned abruptly and caught sight of Bai Chuwei’s faint smile in the shadowy corner. He strode over, slapping his forehead, “Weiwei, I’ve been looking for you for ages.”

Truly befitting the ancestor—he couldn’t find her at all. If his Fourth Uncle came, he probably wouldn’t spot Bai Chuwei either.

Duan Xingye immediately wanted to bring Bai Chuwei to meet the old master of the Duan family, but she lazily sipped her red wine and replied calmly, “No, I’m not here to attend the banquet.”

Duan Xingye was momentarily stunned, then blurted, “For my Fourth Uncle?”

Bai Chuwei was speechless.

As they spoke, a few steps away, a man so handsome he was impossible to ignore suddenly turned around. The tailored hem of his black suit fluttered in the breeze as his gaze met Bai Chuwei’s.

She was taken aback, doubting herself.

She had cast a spell of invisibility—ordinary people shouldn't see her, and Duan Feihan shouldn’t be able to see her either!

Could this be a coincidence? Just a chance glance?

Duan Feihan quickly averted his eyes. Bai Chuwei paid it no mind and, with a meaningful look, said to Duan Xingye beside her, “See, I came for him today.”

Following her gaze, Duan Xingye murmured, “Xu Xingchen?”

Duan Feihan’s sharp eyes turned toward the boy nervously entering through the door, and his gaze darkened further.

For him?