Chapter 72: Bai Chuwei’s Unusual Obsession with Embraces

Isn’t this just like quenching thirst by imagining plums? The moment Bai Chuwei thought about the constant flow of spiritual energy from that man, the bitter medicine in her mouth suddenly didn’t seem so bitter. She wanted to hug him and take a few deep breaths of that spiritual energy.

She wondered what Duan Feihan was thinking—he hadn't replied to her. Holding her phone, Bai Chuwei muttered to herself, “When I established the Eight Great Clans back then, I should have given the Duan family a place among them!” With that ancestral connection, wouldn’t she be able to hug Duan Feihan whenever she wanted?

Bai Chuwei felt she had made a mistake. The phone in her hand vibrated, and when she saw the caller ID, the corners of her lips curled as she answered:

“Ancestor, Tong Yunrou traced the package and found me.” The voice on the other end was gentle, but it rose with suppressed coughing.

Bai Chuwei answered lazily, “Let her investigate. I just want the Tong family to return four hundred million to me.”

She knew Qi Mo’s abilities well; unless she stepped forward herself, Tong Yunrou, with her limited skills, could never bypass Qi Mo and find her.

Qi Mo chuckled softly. “Anyone who didn’t know would think the Ancestor is short on money.”

If Bai Chuwei hadn’t called him before, he wouldn’t have believed the Ancestor had descended the mountain. Their last meeting was many years ago; for a moment, neither spoke.

Qi Mo paused for a while, then began coughing and said, “Ancestor, there may be people from Imperial Capital University coming to see you soon.”

Bai Chuwei’s language exam had trended online, and before Qi Mo could help her, Fourth Master Duan had already taken action. As expected, Professor Zhao Guangming from the Calligraphy Department would make a special trip to Haicheng for the Ling Bai script.

Bai Chuwei was uninterested and responded casually before hanging up.

Checking WeChat, she saw Duan Feihan had finally replied a minute ago.

[Duan Feihan: Wait for tomorrow.]

After a long silence, Duan Feihan had sent this reply—he’d let her hug him tomorrow.

This young woman had an unusual insistence on hugging.

Bai Chuwei: “??”

What did he mean?

During dinner, the usually sharp-tongued Bai Yinyin kept her distance, and even on the weekend, Bai Yinyin didn’t come looking for trouble.

Bai Chuwei checked the time, changed into a white long dress, and headed to her meeting place with Duan Xingye.

Stepping out of the Bai family’s private car, she saw Xu Xingchen leaning against an advertising board in the distance, holding a vocabulary book and memorizing words.

She really was squeezing every minute to prepare for the college entrance exam.

“Vivi, you’re here?” Duan Xingye looked up when he heard her, his smile bright as he gazed at her.

Duan Xingye glanced at the bag hanging from Bai Chuwei’s arm, his mouth twitching. “Vivi, are you going to study?”

Bai Chuwei’s bag was empty—not even a single pen inside. She didn’t look like she was there to study.

Bai Chuwei replied confidently, “I’m not here to study.”

Duan Xingye was helpless. He was about to take Bai Chuwei to Xu Xingchen’s home when Bai Chuwei suddenly reached out her fair arm and grabbed his collar, her tone calm as she asked, “I told you there would be bloodshed. Are you sure you still want to go?”

Her expression was serious, her eyes cold.

Duan Xingye felt a sudden panic for no reason. He looked down at the vocabulary book in his hand, gritted his teeth, and said, “I’ll go. I promised Xingchen. Let’s go.”

The Duan family’s private car carried the two of them toward Tianji Garden, a high-end villa community. The ride was smooth; Bai Chuwei closed her eyes to rest, while Duan Xingye listened to English audio through headphones, a vocabulary book resting on his lap.