Chapter 056: Others Cannot, But I Can

Everyone turned to look at the door, where a man in a tailored suit stood, so startling that Director Huang rose to his feet in shock.

“Mr. Duan... Mr. Duan?!”

The teachers in the office gasped, their eyes filled with awe as they gazed at the young man. Who in the entire city of Haicheng didn’t know the Fourth Master of the Duan family? The true heir of the city’s most powerful and influential family!

Duan Feihan strode in, glanced at the stunned Li Juan, and repeated, “Miss Bai had an appointment with me last night. I ask that this teacher refrain from punishing her.”

The scions of old, noble families, paradoxically, spoke without arrogance; his tone was gentlemanly, yet it carried an unmistakable, invisible pressure.

Li Juan’s mind went blank, her ears ringing. She’d heard that Bai Chuwei was admitted thanks to the personal intervention of the Bai family patriarch, and had looked down on her for it. But this was the Duan family! And the Fourth Master himself had come in person!

Gone was her earlier arrogance; instead, Li Juan’s face split into a flattering smile. “How could I possibly punish Miss Bai? I was only joking.”

“Are you done? Then I’ll be going,” Bai Chuwei said, casting an interested glance around before turning and walking out of the office.

Tong Qingyan stared in shock as Duan Feihan turned, quickening his pace to catch up with Bai Chuwei, as though she herself were invisible.

It was she who had known the Fourth Master first, yet a wave of unease surged up in her heart, threatening to drown her completely.

Bai Chuwei looked at the man beside her with interest. “What brings you to my school, Hanhan?”

At the nickname “Hanhan,” Duan Feihan’s brow twitched almost imperceptibly. He lowered his gaze, adjusting the cufflinks on his suit with practiced nonchalance. “I happened to pass by your school on my way to the office and thought I’d bring you this book.”

He took a finely bound edition of “Chronicles of the Mountain Moon” from his black briefcase and handed it to Bai Chuwei, explaining, “This is the complete version.”

She reached out to accept it, offering her thanks. Just from the cover, it was obvious this edition was far superior to the one Duan Xingye had given her.

Recalling that he’d come all the way to school to help her out, and thinking of his nightmare the previous night, Bai Chuwei—whose heart was usually as hard as iron—felt a rare moment of softness. She smiled up at Duan Feihan. “You needn’t worry, Hanhan. I didn’t come to school just to study...”

He abruptly cut her off, “For a man, then?”

Bai Chuwei paused, then smiled and nodded. “You could say that.”

For Xu Xingchen, for Tong Qingyan, for the sake of following the original story.

She watched as Duan Feihan’s dark, obsidian eyes grew ever more shadowed, like the sky before a storm.

Suddenly, Duan Feihan’s deep, magnetic voice became solemn. “You’re still in high school. You should focus on your studies, not let yourself be distracted by romance...”

Bai Chuwei raised her brows and lazily interrupted, “Then why did you take me to a hotel yesterday?” Though in truth, it was his own impure thoughts that had led him to misunderstand what she meant by “hug.”

Duan Feihan: “...”

She watched him maintain a calm expression, but the tips of his ears had gone red. With a mischievous grin, she curled her lips.

An old ancestor’s wicked amusement.

Duan Feihan saw the sly smile on the girl’s face, like a clever cat sparring with him. His expression remained composed, but his voice dropped even lower, more magnetic than before: “No one else may, but I can.”

Bai Chuwei froze, feeling for an instant as if she’d just been flirted with.

The man soon returned to his usual demeanor, leading her toward Class Nine. “You’re very smart. I hope you’ll seize your future and prepare well for the college entrance exam.”

Duan Feihan stopped with Bai Chuwei at the window outside Class Nine, his gaze falling on Duan Xingye, who was diligently memorizing his English text. “Duan Xingye never cared for studies before, but now he’s working hard for the college entrance exam as well.”

Suddenly, Bai Chuwei’s clear, crisp voice broke the silence. “But what if he dies?”