Chapter 161: Chapter 161: Hanhan, I’ll Attend to Your End of Life Care in the Future
 

The paparazzo seemed somewhat aggrieved, “Miss, that’s not what I meant. Isn’t this scoop explosive enough? The Film Emperor Duan is about to marry Miss Tong!”

Bai Chuwei: You’re filming me for God’s sake!!

For the first time, Bai Chuwei felt that she had been unobservant.

Bai Chuwei was seriously pissed, her hand resting on the car window, she glanced at Duan Feihan and said, “If you dare to release it, I’ll have President Duan from Ruishi Entertainment blacklist you in the industry! I’ll let Juxian Pavilion sue you for stealing their surveillance footage!”

The paparazzo was frightened, “Please calm down, acting on impulse is the devil. I’ll delete it right now, right now!”

So, had he been busy doing nothing inside?

After hanging up the phone, the sound of the wind came from outside the car window. Duan Feihan’s hands were on the steering wheel, his tone as calm as ever, “What were you and Duan Xiuqi doing in the underground parking lot?”

Clearly, he had heard Bai Chuwei’s conversation with the paparazzo.

Bai Chuwei answered nonchalantly, “Nothing much, just tried and failed to blow up his car tires.”

Duan Feihan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, “He has quite a few crazy fans, don’t be impulsive.”

Bai Chuwei rested her chin in her hand, looking at Duan Feihan’s profile with interest, her tone drawn out, “Hanhan, you still care about me a lot.”

Duan Feihan was silent, his long hands tightening on the steering wheel. He drove Bai Chuwei to the Bai Family villa, “Don’t eat fried food tonight, goodnight.”

Bai Chuwei sat in the passenger seat, unwilling to get out.

“What’s wrong?”

Bai Chuwei looked at him with a smile, “Since Hanhan cares about me so much, then in the future…”

Duan Feihan’s expression flickered, and then he heard Bai Chuwei crisply say, “I’ll send you off when you die.”

For a moment, Duan Feihan choked, “…”

“Get out of the car, goodnight.”

Bai Chuwei clicked her tongue, took her wooden food box, and left with a wave.

Don’t disbelieve it; she had seen generations of underlings die and turn into mounds of yellow soil.

Bai Chuwei silently went up to her bedroom on the third floor. As soon as she pushed open the door, she saw Xue Qiu lying at the window, looking outside.

‘Ancestor, how come that Fourth Master Duan brought you back again? I’ve seen it many times already!’ Xue Qiu leaped excitedly into the food box, squealing, ‘Quality stuff!’

Bai Chuwei stretched lazily, “Him? Future underling.”

Xue Qiu, munching on French fries, mumbled indistinctly, ‘I don’t think he wants to be the Ancestor’s underling.’

Bai Chuwei rolled her eyes, if not an underling, then what?

No matter the age, everyone turns into a mound of yellow soil in the end.

She had been alone for over five thousand years with no family, she never made friends, nor had a lover. The mere decades of ordinary humans’ lives were but a mayfly’s lifespan to her.

Even Duan Feihan would be the same, growing old and stepping into a coffin, while she remained unchanged.

So, they weren’t fellow travelers. At most, he could be an underling, which wouldn’t be too bad.

“Thump—thump—thump,” a knocking sounded.

Bai Chuwei glanced at Xue Qiu, who was frenziedly eating, and stood up to open the door herself.

Professor Zhao Guangming excitedly walked in, holding the scroll, “Bai classmate, I saw the light on in your third-floor bedroom just now and guessed that you might be home, so I came up to find you.”

“Bai classmate, you said you learned the Spiritual White Script by copying from a book? Which book exactly? What’s this about?” Zhao Guangming pressed for answers.

Zhao Guangming felt that he wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he figured this out!

Bai Chuwei massaged her temples, finding Professor Zhao quite troublesome. She walked towards the changing room and casually grabbed a book from her space, tossing it into Zhao Guangming’s hands, “Here, I learned from this book, okay?”

Zhao Guangming glanced at the book’s title on the cover, his legs instantly went weak, his brain buzzing, his voice trembling, “The original?”

How could it be that book?