Chapter 066: Bai Chuwei Is a Temptress!

Bai Yinyin had been coveting the Moyun 10 Pro for a long time. The founder of this phone was none other than the Qi family, one of the eight great noble houses of Hua Nation, and its current head, Qi Mo, was a prominent figure rivaling even the illustrious Fourth Master of the Duan family.

Each Moyun 10 Pro cost a staggering thirty or forty thousand yuan, and the top configuration was priced at 48,888! Even Bai Yinyin herself couldn’t afford it.

So how could Bai Chuwei possibly have one?

Bai Chuwei looked down at her phone, seeing a new message on WeChat, while Bai Yinyin shrieked beside her, her voice sharp and grating.

“Who gave this to you? Let me see if it’s genuine!”

The noise made Bai Chuwei’s ears ache. Frowning, she raised her hand and gave Bai Yinyin’s shoulder a light tap. “You’re too loud.”

The shrieking came to an abrupt halt. Bai Yinyin clutched her throat in terror, only to find she had lost her voice—she couldn’t utter a sound.

That morning, Deng Man had said that Bai Chuwei was strange, perhaps even a demon, but Bai Yinyin hadn’t believed her. Now, faced with the evidence, she was terrified.

She couldn’t speak, not even cry out!

Bai Chuwei had merely placed a silence charm on her—at last, her ears were at peace. She lowered her head to check the message, expecting it to be from a fellow student seeking a consultation, but it turned out to be someone else entirely…

[Self-Cultivation, Family Order, World Peace: Hello, I’m Duan Xiuqi, the artist endorsing the Moyun V20. May I ask if you have some misunderstanding about me?]

It was obvious that Duan Xiuqi had received news of his endorsement being revoked.

[Your Ancestor: Your face is an eyesore to me.]

After sending this, Bai Chuwei ignored the tearful Bai Yinyin, got out of the car, and headed upstairs to her home.

Bai Yinyin, sobbing in silence, hurried after her.

Bai Chuwei was a demon—she’d turned her mute!

[Self-Cultivation, Family Order, World Peace: ???]

After sending his last message, Duan Xiuqi noticed a small red circle beside it—he, an actor who had enjoyed two decades of stardom, had just been blocked…

A gloomy, sinister atmosphere filled the van. Tong Yunrou spoke cautiously, “Xiuqi, are… are you alright?”

Duan Xiuqi muttered in irritation, “Some people don’t know what’s good for them!”

He’d been a troublemaker since childhood; in this life, apart from that woman Bai Chu, he hadn’t listened to anyone—not even his own father. If he found out who was behind this, he’d be sure to teach them a lesson!

In a foul mood, Duan Xiuqi asked offhandedly, “I heard you’re investigating someone?”

The question made Tong Yunrou’s face change drastically. She stammered, “No, let’s just go check on the old master. I heard he’s getting a medicinal bath and acupuncture today.”

She absolutely could not let Duan Xiuqi find out she was looking for Bai Chu!

Both harbored their own thoughts. After getting out of the car, they made their way to Old Master Duan’s courtyard, where a crowd had already gathered.

Duan Feihan stood quietly in a corner, the gentle spring evening sunlight softening his shoulders, his bearing elegant and calm as a pine tree.

Duan Xiuqi suddenly thought that if Duan Feihan ever entered show business, he himself might have no place left as a movie star.

He quickly looked away and asked the butler, “Wasn’t it supposed to be that doctor, Bai Chuwei, doing the medicinal bath and acupuncture for Father today? Where is she? I’d like to thank her myself.”

Just as he finished speaking, Liu Zhen arrived, head held high, surrounded by admirers, exuding the arrogance of a famed healer.

Tong Yunrou had grown to loathe anyone with the surname Bai, and naturally didn’t care for Bai Chuwei, whom she hadn’t even met. At the sight of Liu Zhen, her heart leapt—after all, she had personally invited this master physician three times!

She had also heard Bai Chuwei was about the same age as Duan Xingye. How could a mere teenager know anything about medicine? Seeing Liu Zhen again confirmed her suspicions—this so-called divine doctor Bai was worthless.

Tong Yunrou sneered, “I knew only Master Liu could handle this. What could a high schooler know of medicine?”