Chapter 114: Has He Ever Offended Fourth Uncle?

Xu Xingchen felt incredibly nervous the moment he met Duan Feihan’s cold, piercing gaze.

He... he hadn't offended his Fourth Uncle, had he? Why was he looking at him like that?

Duan Feihan stared at him, recalling that this was a former friend of Duan Xingye. When he went to pick up Bai Chuwei from school earlier, he had happened to see Bai Chuwei chatting and laughing with him.

It wasn't as if Duan Feihan had never been to high school himself; he knew perfectly well that handsome young men with Xu Xingchen’s personality were extremely popular with young girls.

A middle-aged man in a suit, failing to hide his beer belly, stepped forward and said with slight dissatisfaction, "Old Fourth, today is a grand day for the Old Master’s recovery. Why are you pulling such a long face and scaring a child?"

Duan Feihan’s tone was indifferent. "A child? Student Xu should be about the same age as Xingye. In your eyes, Brother, he is already an adult, so Student Xu can hardly be considered a child."

Duan Xiuhao felt awkward and muttered vaguely, "This... how can they be compared?"

He didn't even want to look at the kind of behavior Duan Xingye exhibited; he was so frustrated he wanted to send his own son back to be remolded. How could he possibly compare to Xingchen?

Hearing the conversation between his father and his Fourth Uncle, Xu Xingchen became even more anxious.

This Fourth Uncle, who was not much older than him, was the undisputed heir of the Duan family. The financial power of the Duan family had always been in Duan Feihan’s hands. If this Fourth Uncle did not agree, his hopes of returning home would surely be dashed, right?

He had been feeling restless lately. His mother had gone to the Night Bar two days ago and hadn't returned, nor had she made a single phone call. He didn't know what might have happened.

However, fortunately, Xu Li had often stayed out all night in the past, so Xu Xingchen didn't feel it was appropriate to call the police, and he had come to the Duan family banquet alone.

Duan Feihan said nothing more and walked away with his wine glass to greet other guests.

***

Seeing this scene, Duan Xingye felt his heart turn cold.

Bai Chuwei rested her chin on her hand, observing Duan Xingye’s expression with great interest, and clicked her tongue. "The sentimentality of a teenager, how touching."

Xueqiu was busy gnawing on a fried meatball. "Sorrow is not as good as eating more; it's so delicious!"

As the eldest grandson of the Duan family, Duan Xingye couldn't stay with Bai Chuwei for long. He composed himself and went to greet the guests. Once he left that dim corner, he turned back only to find that Bai Chuwei had vanished again.

After sitting for a while, the star of the evening, Old Master Duan, finally made his appearance.

The old man was dressed in a dark blue Tang suit, his face rosy and his steps steady.

The guests were stunned, unable to help but whisper among themselves:

"Has Old Master Duan really recovered? I heard he already had one foot in the grave."

"My goodness, is this really not just a final burst of energy? It’s a miracle!"

"..."

Old Master Duan asked Liu Zhen, who stood proudly with his hands behind his back, "Old Liu, where is your Ancestor?"

Liu Zhen smiled faintly, his hands still clasped behind him. "My Ancestor has a quiet nature and is surely in some corner of the banquet hall. You all should not disturb her."

The crowd: "..."

If they didn't know that Liu Zhen was a National Medical Saint, his words would sound like those of a charlatan.

Someone asked impatiently, "Old Liu, has Old Master Duan’s cancer truly been cured? You really are a divine doctor!"

Liu Zhen raised an eyebrow and immediately corrected them. "You are mistaken. Old Master Duan’s cancer was cured by my Ancestor."

Who didn't know that Liu Zhen had been the one going to the Duan residence every day for the past week to administer acupuncture? Who else could it have been?

As expected of a National Medical Saint; he was truly modest.

To possess such incredible medical skill to cure cancer and yet refuse to take the credit, attributing it instead to his Ancestor—what noble character!

Just then, the butler walked in from outside holding a letter and said, "Old Master, this letter is for you. They said you must see it personally."

A letter?

In the corner, Bai Chuwei revealed a meaningful smile.

It has begun.