The Young Matriarch

Chapter 103: Chapter 103 He Will Worry
 

Bai Chuwei’s delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly as her keen hearing picked up the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. She raised her slender hand and snapped her fingers in the air.

A cool breeze seemed to come from nowhere, lifting the black hat off Duan Xiuqi’s head.

It was busy outside the bar at that moment, and pairs of eyes turned towards Duan Xiuqi, suddenly letting out a chorus of surprised and thrilled shrieks—

“It’s Duan Xiuqi, the movie emperor! I’m your fan, could you please give me an autograph?”

“Oh my god, why is Duan Xiuqi hanging out at a bar? Isn’t he about to marry Tong Yunrou soon?”

“What’s wrong with adults going to a bar for fun? If you can come, can’t celebrities have their own private space?”

“…”

Once Duan Xiuqi was exposed, a crowd of fans immediately surrounded him, snapping photos with their phones like crazy.

They crowded him so tightly he couldn’t move at all.

And now, in the era of social media, fans who captured Duan Xiuqi at the bar instantly uploaded the shots to Weibo, guaranteeing it wouldn’t be long before he was trending.

From a distance, Duan Feihan watched his third brother’s unfortunate situation without any intention of stepping forward to help. After all, his brother had a bunch of agents and assistants who could help, and the two of them didn’t have much to do with each other in normal times.

Duan Feihan pulled Bai Chuwei’s wrist and said in a deep voice, “I’ll take you home.”

Bai Chuwei, having accomplished everything she intended to do that evening, agreed contentedly. She got into Duan Feihan’s car, resting her hand on the window, her fingertips feeling the breeze outside.

Out of the corner of his eye, Duan Feihan saw Bai Chuwei’s action and reminded her sternly, “Pull your hand back in from the window, it’s dangerous.”

Bai Chuwei clicked her tongue, feeling that Duan Feihan didn’t seem like a 24-year-old, but rather like an old man who worried about everything.

When they neared the Bai Family mansion, Duan Feihan stopped the car but didn’t open the door. Instead, he turned and gazed at Bai Chuwei with a serious tone, “You went to the bar for a reason this time, but don’t go again in the future. That place isn’t suitable for girls to go to.” He would worry, too.

There were some rich young masters in their circle who were keen on “picking up corpses” in such places.

Bai Chuwei scratched her head, mulling over whether Duan Feihan’s villain persona had collapsed?

Wasn’t his character supposed to be laconic, with a deep mind and ruthless methods—the big boss archetype? Why was he now fussing like an old lady?

Was he perhaps the reincarnation of Tang Seng from his past life? Such a nag.

Suddenly interested in his past life, Bai Chuwei said with a smile, “Hanhan, stretch out your hand.”

The man’s dark pupils showed a hint of surprise, but without asking further questions, he reached out his hand, adorned with the Sandalwood Buddhist Beads. His palm was wide, and the base of his thumb had some faint calluses.

Bai Chuwei didn’t hesitate to take his hand.

Her cool hand temperature made his broad hand shiver slightly. Duan Feihan tried to withdraw his hand, but Bai Chuwei arched an eyebrow and caught it with her other hand, intertwining her fingers with his.

His palm was so big it nearly enveloped her hand.

Bai Chuwei could feel the temperature of his palm rising… Of course, she didn’t care about that at all.

The frown on Bai Chuwei’s brow gradually deepened.

Duan Feihan’s Adam’s apple moved unconsciously, his voice calm, “What’s wrong?”

Bai Chuwei withdrew her hand, opened the car door herself, and got out, smiling, “Nothing much, thank you for driving me home tonight. Be careful on the way back.”

After saying that, Bai Chuwei turned and walked towards the Bai Family mansion.

She had just now… probed Duan Feihan.

Strangely, she wasn’t able to find out about Duan Feihan’s past life. When she tried to trace it back, all she found was a blank slate.