The Young Matriarch

Chapter 311: Chapter 311: Of course, I came here especially for you this time.
 

Bai Chuwei’s eyes turned cold, and Liu Man unconsciously raised her hand, slapping her own face hard. Instantly, a metallic sweetness filled her mouth and the pain made Liu Man scream.

Bai Chuwei put down the small watering can in her hand and leisurely walked upstairs.

With such a sharp tongue, one ought to learn a lesson.

Bai Chuwei went upstairs. Xue Qiu didn’t finish the fried chicken leg and lay on the windowsill in the attic, her belly puffed up like it had been inflated, all the while muttering, ‘So good, so good.’

Bai Chuwei smiled, “You did well, eating all the takeout Duan Feihan sent me.”

Xue Qiu immediately sat up and argued defensively, ‘The ancestor never liked fried food in the first place! Xue Bao is just not wasting food!’

Heh—

Indeed, Bai Chuwei did not eat fried food; she found it too greasy. Immortal cultivators have always disliked greasy food.

But she was still a bit annoyed—it was after all something Duan Feihan had sent to her.

Bai Chuwei picked up her phone to take a look. Salted Fish Video had crashed and was still not fixed. Students were already giving the app one-star reviews in the app store, reducing their enthusiasm for studying!

Just like Zhou Yong, who fed the mosquitoes in the school garden for a few hours and nearly cursed when he saw it had crashed!

Zhou Yong was also afraid he’d miss the Immortal Teacher broadcasting after the app was fixed. So, he held his phone tightly, keeping an eye on Salted Fish Video from time to time, and like that, he went home.

He was even looking at his phone while applying medication when he got home!

Zhou’s mother kept sighing as she watched, with his addiction to the phone, could Zhou Yong really get into university?

Alas, she’d need to shamelessly call in some favors, see if she could get Zhou Yong to learn carpentry after the college entrance examination. At least he’d be able to make a living.

The video crash was severe, and it looked like the fix would be a late-night job. Bai Chuwei patted Xue Qiu’s head, “As a punishment for eating my takeout, help those programmers speed up fixing the software before I return.”

This time Xue Qiu dared not howl about being child labor. She looked at Bai Chuwei somewhat gloomily, ‘Ancestor, what will you be doing?’

“I’m going to get takeout from Duan Feihan.”

*

Bai Chuwei was somewhat puzzled. Why was it that every time she snuck into Duan Feihan’s bedroom, he was always taking a shower in the bathroom, and she would hear the sound of water trickling as soon as she entered?

Soon the sound of water stopped, and Duan Feihan, with only a towel wrapped around his lower body, walked out of the bathroom. Steam rose from his body, warmed by the hot shower, and droplets of water trickled down his chest and rolled along his abs from the tips of his wet hair.

As soon as he came out, he saw Bai Chuwei sitting on the edge of his bed, smiling sweetly at him.

Duan Feihan stared at her, his Adam’s apple unconsciously bobbing, “Why are you here?”

Bai Chuwei stood up and walked toward him, her slender fingers rising to poke his skin, feeling a warmth beneath her fingertips, “A hot bath? It seems Hanhan hasn’t been having wild dreams.”

Duan Feihan took Bai Chuwei’s hand and walked toward the dressing room. After changing into homewear, he came back out.

“Did you come to the Duan Family to see my brother? And to check on me by the way?” Duan Feihan took a towel and dried his jet-black hair, asking calmly.

Bai Chuwei approached him with her hands behind her back, her voice cheerful and teasing, “Hanhan… are you unhappy that I came specifically to see Duan Xiuqi last time?”

She walked over, took the towel he was using for his hair, and her voice became somewhat enticing, “Me? Of course, I’m here especially for you this time.”

Her fingers, like little onions, weaved through his dark hair. In the blink of an eye, his hair was dry. She smiled back at him, “Hanhan, are you a little happier now?”

Duan Feihan’s thin lips curved slightly, his voice low as he asked, “Did you get the takeout? Did you like it?”

Bai Chuwei: “…”

Do I look like I enjoyed it?