Chapter 088: Who Is the Woman He Dreamed Of?

The atmosphere in the hall was thick and mysterious, as if suspended in time. Sitting beside Duan Xiuqi, Tong Yunrou broke the tension with a gentle smile, “Fourth Master, is that rose in your hand meant for a young lady? Just one won't be enough, you know.”

At once, everyone's attention shifted to the single rose in Duan Feihan's hand. Its red petals were vibrant and tender, glistening with a few drops of water—truly a beautiful sight.

Duan Feihan lowered his gaze, the usual coldness in his eyes softening somewhat. He replied lightly, “It was given by a young lady.”

After speaking, Duan Feihan urged the old man to rest early, picked up a blue-and-white porcelain vase from the hall, and returned directly to his own courtyard.

He entered his spacious, bright bedroom, which exuded a cool and minimalist style. Filling the porcelain vase with fresh water, he placed the rose inside and set it on his bedside table.

Just as Bai Chuwei had said: rest tonight.

Back in the Duan family hall, everyone was left stunned.

A servant exclaimed in disbelief, “Did Fourth Master just take that porcelain vase... to keep the rose fresh? Isn't that vase worth over sixty million?”

Sixty million for a single rose? The world of the wealthy was beyond their comprehension.

Tong Yunrou covered her lips, laughing softly, “The important thing isn’t the rose itself, but the person who gave it.”

Beside her, Duan Xiuqi unconsciously touched the rose bracelet on his left wrist. The smile on Tong Yunrou’s lips froze instantly, and she regretted bringing up the topic.

Duan Xiuqi remembered well that Bai Chu also loved roses; her flower arranging skills were superb.

He recalled that after Duan Feihan took Bai Chu away as a child, nothing was left behind except the freshly trimmed rose she’d placed in a vase, dew still clinging to its leaves.

So quiet, so beautiful, it made him believe she had only stepped out for a moment and would soon return.

Of course, she never did.

Later, he preserved that single rose, Bai Chu’s only remaining token, using a special technique to fashion it into a rose bracelet. He had worn it for twenty years.

Duan Xiuqi was known for his professionalism in the entertainment industry, never quarreling with anyone. The only time he did was when filming a water-themed advertisement, he removed the bracelet and entrusted it to the staff, nearly losing it. That incident, when he lost his temper, shocked the entire entertainment circle.

Duan Xiuqi escorted Tong Yunrou out. She felt uneasy and tentatively asked, “Xiuqi, our wedding is approaching. That bracelet doesn’t match your suit—when will you take it off?”

“On the wedding day. I have things to attend to. I won’t see you out.”

He had waited twenty years. Perhaps the wedding day would mark the end of that waiting.

Tong Yunrou watched Duan Xiuqi’s departing figure, determination gleaming in her beautiful eyes.

Bai Chu, you can have the money if you wish, but it’s best not to show yourself.

If you ruin my wedding, I’ll make you pay with your life!

*

Bai Chuwei wasn’t worried about Duan Xingye, but she couldn’t help feeling a little concerned for Duan Feihan. She wondered if he’d actually gone to sleep with the rose she’d given him.

Her concern led her to visit Duan Feihan’s dream.

As always, the setting was the Duan family’s grand villa. But this time, the sky was blue, clouds drifted lazily, and sunlight poured down—it was nothing like the gloomy, shadowed scenes she’d seen before.

It seemed he really had gone to sleep with the rose she’d given him.

Just as Bai Chuwei was thinking this, she noticed two figures in the distance.

Duan Feihan was sitting on the lush green lawn, holding a girl close. Their gestures were intimate.

Bai Chuwei: ?

She’d given him the rose so he could sleep well tonight—how was he having an erotic dream?

And who was the woman in his dream?