Chapter 048: Ancestor, Please Don’t Smile Like That

Since the great war five thousand years ago, the world’s spiritual energy had steadily waned, and by now, it was so scarce that someone like Duan Feihan—a walking, natural reservoir of spiritual energy—was the only one Bai Chuwei had encountered in five millennia of life.

Contented, Bai Chuwei slipped from Duan Feihan’s embrace and picked up her schoolbag, unzipping it to retrieve a packet of medicinal herbs, which she handed to him. “Here, these are your father’s herbs.”

Bai Chuwei was quite openly planning to swindle a large sum from Duan Feihan.

As heir to the Duan family, he could spend three hundred million without so much as blinking, not the slightest hint of pain in his expression.

Duan Feihan clasped his hands together, his tone calm and unreadable. “Chuwei, what else do you have in your bag?”

At his words, Bai Chuwei rummaged around in her bag and pulled out a book, glancing at the cover. “‘Moonlit Mountain Chronicles.’ I hear it’s required reading for the college entrance exam. Duan Xingye gave it to me.”

Duan Feihan’s long, jade-like fingers suddenly reached over and took the book, his voice deep. “This copy’s incomplete. Give it to me. I’ll bring you a complete edition tomorrow.”

Bai Chuwei’s brows knit slightly. Two centuries ago, she’d written “Moonlit Mountain Chronicles” herself, but it was never finished—a novel abandoned halfway. Where would he find a complete version? She had never written the ending.

Had someone else continued the story?

Bai Chuwei smiled sweetly and nodded. “Thank you for your trouble.”

Duan Feihan drove her home, a small truck following behind, loaded with the medicinal herbs he’d bought for her for three hundred million.

When they arrived, Bai Yinyin was still at her evening classes. Bai Chuwei instructed the servants to carry all the herbs to the attic’s freshly cleaned storeroom.

The apprentice from the herbal shop, worried the medicine would lose its potency, had sealed every herb tightly in burlap sacks for delivery.

Aunt Chen had worked as the Duan family’s housekeeper for five years and considered herself almost a member of the household, due to her friendship with the lady of the house. When she saw Bai Chuwei having the servants haul sack after sack upstairs, her tone was cool and sharp. “Miss Chuwei, the Duan family is a prestigious household. Just because the master likes your vegetables doesn’t mean you should bring cheap goods here. Don’t lower the family’s standards.”

Bai Chuwei regarded Aunt Chen with a faint, enigmatic smile, which made the older woman’s scalp tingle, a sudden chill creeping over her, as though Bai Chuwei saw right through her.

A slight curve played at Bai Chuwei’s lips. “A servant should know her place and do what is required. Matters of the household are not for you to comment on. Unless… Aunt Chen, do you consider yourself one of the masters?”

Aunt Chen’s heart jumped at Bai Chuwei’s mild rebuke. Unable to meet those lazy, profound eyes, she quickly bowed her head and murmured that she dared not.

Bai Chuwei let out a soft laugh and turned upstairs.

Ah, not a single one of them can put up a fight.

By rights, having lived five thousand years, she should have been immune to such petty provocations. Yet the malfunctioning system insisted she slap the face of anyone who had bullied the original host.

Besides the main couple, that included her adoptive parents and their whole family.

And Aunt Chen was an ideal entry point—her adoptive parents’ weak link.

Because… Aunt Chen and her adoptive father, Bai Hongguang, were entangled in an improper relationship.

Her adoptive mother, Liu Man, was a domineering woman. She could tolerate her husband’s affairs outside, but at home, that was her territory—she would never allow another woman to make a scene under her own roof.

If Liu Man discovered her husband had once been involved with Aunt Chen right there at home… then the drama would truly begin.

A lingering, meaningful smile played over Bai Chuwei’s lips. On the desk, the little white hamster, Snowball, shivered visibly: “Ancestor, please don’t smile like that. It scares me.”