Chapter 014: Today After School, I'll Come Pick You Up

The Ancestress Is Both Stunning and Fierce Sweet Western Treasure 1277 words 2026-04-13 23:43:08

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The group’s office tower soared into the clouds, and within the spacious president’s office on the top floor, a handsome man in a charcoal bespoke suit leaned against a premium leather swivel chair. One hand propped his jaw, the other held a black phone, his gaze deep and intensely focused.

The assistant knocked and entered, taking in the scene with silent awe. Sometimes, fate simply wasn’t fair—bestowing upon him not only such an outstanding family background but also an impeccable appearance. To work every day for a boss whose looks outshone any male artist under the company’s banner was, in itself, a kind of good fortune.

“President Duan, your coffee.”

Duan Feihan set down his phone and stood, heading straight for the small lounge within the office. He opened the wardrobe, revealing rows of costly tailored suits, each one a masterpiece worth hundreds of thousands, cut by hand.

Yet Duan Feihan still seemed dissatisfied, his well-shaped brows knitting together. “Is this all?”

The assistant quickly followed, a little flustered. “This is just a small selection for meeting important clients. The rest aren’t here at the company.”

Duan Feihan raised an eyebrow. “Nothing for meeting women?” These all seemed a bit too formal.

The assistant: “???”

Wait, had he misheard?

Meeting… women?

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Did he mean what the assistant thought he meant? Wasn’t old Mr. Duan gravely ill? And now, at this moment, the boss was finally showing some interest in romance?

The assistant’s mind raced with wild thoughts, but at the sudden, icy look in Duan Feihan’s eyes, he immediately bowed. “Don’t worry, President Duan. I’ll go purchase something suitable right away.”

Duan Feihan returned to his desk, unlocked his phone, and glanced at the chat with Duan Xingye.

A few minutes ago, he had sent a message:

[Duan Feihan: I’ll pick you both up after school today.]

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A new transfer student, beautiful as a fairy, had arrived in Class Nine, causing a stir among the students. The homeroom teacher, Zhou Feng, seemed distracted, his mind elsewhere.

Bai Chuwei noticed the boys in front frequently turning around under the pretense of dropping erasers, rulers, or textbooks, only to sneak glances at her. Her elegant brows, as gently curved as distant mountains, furrowed slightly. Raising a slender finger, she formed a secret hand sign, lowering her presence to the bare minimum.

She had invented this technique herself and named it “Invisibility.”

Sure enough, the other students seemed to treat her as if she were invisible, obediently turning their eyes back to the blackboard.

Propping her chin in her hand, Bai Chuwei gazed out the window, where rows of colorful birds gathered.

Only Duan Xingye, who was paying close attention to Bai Chuwei, was utterly astonished, especially when he saw her reach out and, with great interest, stroke the heads of those little birds.

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Duan Xingye: “!!!”

Weren’t these birds supposed to be afraid of humans? Why were they all crowding in, eager for Bai Chuwei to pet them? Was this some kind of magic?

Determined to win the favor of this miraculous doctor, Duan Xingye whispered furtively, “Doctor Bai, please stop playing. Zhou Feng is really strict.”

He’d always been carefree, and had been made to write reflection reports by Zhou Feng more than once.

Bai Chuwei withdrew her hand, smiling brightly. “Zhou Feng? He probably won’t be coming for the next three months, right up until your college entrance exams.”

Oh, and as for Duan Xingye, this cannon-fodder supporting character wouldn’t survive to see the exams.

Duan Xingye looked skeptical and glanced toward the podium. Zhou Feng, who was usually sharp-eyed, seemed not to notice the two of them talking at all. Was Zhou Feng blind?

Bai Chuwei said, “You could do push-ups on the floor and he wouldn’t care.”

Duan Xingye wasn’t sure if Bai Chuwei was joking, but decided not to test his luck during Zhou Feng’s class. Only when the bell rang and Zhou Feng hurriedly left the classroom, looking pale as a ghost with his teaching materials under his arm, did he realize something was seriously wrong.