Chapter 069: Fainted from Fright

The phone connected, and Bai Chuwei didn’t even raise her head. She gazed at the paper figure she had just cut out, pen in hand, drawing expressions on its face. Her voice was languid as she asked, “Hanhan, how come you have time to call me?”

The nickname “Hanhan” made the veins on Duan Feihan’s forehead twitch. He stood in the garden, his voice flowing gently like water. “Just now, Master Liu gave my father an acupuncture treatment. The cries were quite tragic.”

Bai Chuwei chuckled happily, “Oh? Are you coming to hold me accountable, Fourth Master?”

“Not to blame you. I’d like to invite you to dinner. Miss Bai, are you free tomorrow evening?” Duan Feihan could hear Bai Chuwei’s suppressed mischievous laughter and knew for certain that his father’s agonized screams during the treatment were closely tied to her.

But as long as his father survived, a little pain to appease Bai Chuwei was no matter.

“All right,” she agreed. After all, she wouldn’t be footing the bill.

Tomorrow she’d accompany Duan Xingye to Xu Xingchen’s house; she should have plenty of time for dinner with Duan Feihan.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow,” Duan Feihan said.

After hanging up, Bai Chuwei put down her pen and admired the expression she’d drawn on the little paper figure’s face—so brash!

Having finished, her slender finger pressed gently on the figure, imbuing it with spirit.

“Go copy my homework,” Bai Chuwei instructed the three little paper figures.

Snowball, the white-furred hamster, sat to the side munching sunflower seeds, acting as the overseer.

Bai Chuwei was truly busy. By day, she had to follow the storyline and attend classes at school; by night, there was hardly time for homework.

She fetched a large stack of spiritual herbs from the storeroom and went out onto the platform on the third floor, ready to refine them into pills.

At once, a faint, bitter aroma of medicinal herbs wafted from her small bedroom to the outdoors.

A cold glint flashed in Bai Chuwei’s eyes as she muttered to herself, “Duan Xiuqi, if not for you, would I be taking medicine every day? I’d love to crush your mangy head…”

“Knock, knock, knock—” Someone was at the door, muffled sobs audible from outside.

Bai Chuwei was sorting through the spiritual herbs that Duan Feihan had spent three hundred million to buy for her. She didn’t bother to look up. “Go open the door,” she said.

Snowball decisively spat out a hull, leaped from the desk, and jumped onto the door handle. Using his plump body, he forced the handle down, opening a crack.

Outside stood two people, one old and one young.

Bai Yinyin was silently shedding tears, clutching her grandfather Bai Guofu’s arm in terror.

She had become mute! No matter how she tried to speak, no sound would come.

Bai Chuwei truly was a demon, a monster.

Bai Yinyin was close to madness. Was she to be mute forever? She couldn’t even cry out loud, relying only on her phone to type messages.

With no other option, Bai Yinyin had to turn to her grandfather Bai Guofu for help.

His suggestion was… to immediately apologize to the Ancestor!

The Ancestor had a gentle disposition, never quarreling with the younger generation. Surely, she must have done something to anger her.

Unable to speak, Bai Yinyin could only fret inwardly—her grandfather was surely cursed!

Trembling, Bai Yinyin was dragged up to the third floor by Bai Guofu, knocking and entering.

Bai Chuwei’s voice was ethereal and indifferent: “Come in.”

Bai Yinyin clung desperately to Bai Guofu’s arm. As soon as she stepped inside, her gaze fell upon the three little paper figures on the desk, vigorously copying homework, their faces painted with brazen expressions as if mocking her.

Bai Chuwei really was a monster! She must be seeing ghosts!

“Ah—” Bai Yinyin screamed silently, her eyelids fluttered, and she collapsed in a faint.