The Young Matriarch - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: You Talk Too Much

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Bai Chuwei opened her backpack that contained nothing except for the lone phone inside.

This was the second hand phone which Bai Yinyin had passed to her.

Even though she had lived for five thousands years and gave no heed to materialistic things, she did not like using previously-owned items.

She furrowed her brows and picked up the call. Before she could even open her mouth to speak, the other party started scolding her like a machine gun. “Bai Chuwei, where th f*ck are you? You can walk home by yourself if you don’t come to the car right this instant!”

If not for the fear that her grandfather would hit her, Bai Yinyin would have abandoned her and left by now.

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Bai Chuwei replied calmly. “I have something on today.”

Bai Yinyin became increasingly suspicious. That person in the black car couldn’t really be Bai Chuwei, right? How was that possible? She was only a country bumpkin who had come down the mountains recently. Bai Yinyin told herself that she must have seen it wrongly?

She crossed her arms and scoffed. “You’ve only arrived at Sea City and you’re already roaming around. Bai Chuwei, if you are going to mess around with men, you had better not disgrace our Bai Family in the process!”

Bai Chuwei appeared indifferent and responded. “Qi Tian, Cui Enze, Lu Hailiang, Di Zongping…” In fact, who was the one messing with men?

Duan Feihan seated on the other side wore an obscure expression. These seemed to be men’s names…

On the other end of the line, Bai Yinyin’s expression drastically changed and she was shocked.

These were all the men whom she had been texting at the same time recently, but how did Bai Chuwei get to know about it?

“You… you…,” Bai Yinyin was instantly deflated and she hastily hung up.

Bai Chuwei glanced at the disconnected call and chuckled.

She had lived for more than five thousand years. How could she lose to a brat like Bai Yinyin?

Duan Xingye asked in surprise. “Aren’t these the second generation rich kids from our school? How does Doctor Bai know of them?”

Bai Chuwei’s red lips curled up. “It’s a secret.”

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Duan Xingye instantly blushed due to Bai Chuwei’s beautiful and provocative looks. He hastily turned around and looked straight.

However, the temperature in the car seemed to have dropped suddenly.

When Duan Feihan saw that Bai Chuwei was about to put her phone back inside, he asked her politely. “Miss Bai, to be able to reach you, can you give me your contact information?”

His behavior appeared to be due to his father’s illness and nothing could be said against it.

“There’s no contact information to give. I do not have a phone.”

The three people including the driver inside the car: …

She didn’t have a phone? Then what did she use to speak with someone on the line just a moment ago? She was blatantly bullsh*tting without batting an eyelid!

Duan Feihan’s slender fingers inter-crossed and he said softly, “Then I’ll get a new phone for Miss Bai later.”

Bai Chuwei raised her brow and looked at Duan Feihan in surprise.

She felt that this cold-looking man seemed to be somewhat over-enthusiastic. She reckoned it was most probably due to his gravely ill father.

It was similar to how Duan Xingye had approached her for his grandfather.

In the end, Bai Chuwei did not respond to his comment.

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While the car was driving towards the Duan Family’s villa, Duan Xingye asked her with worry in his voice. “Doctor Bai, although it’s presumptuous to ask, but can you cure cancer? My grandfather has stomach cancer.”

Bai Chuwei fluttered her eyelids and said in a lazy voice, “One, if he’s not dead yet, two, it depends upon my mood.”

Even though the way she spoke was infuriating, it was normal for experts to have some sort of eccentricity.

Duan Xingye consoled himself and asked again. “Then how did you know my grandfather had a stomach disease previously?

Bai Chuwei’s lips curled and she smiled mysteriously. “Through calculations.”

Duan Xingye: !!!

Duan Xingye: ???

Huh? Through calculations?

Wasn’t she a miraculous doctor? Why did she suddenly change her profession to turn into a divinator? Was this considered holding multiple jobs at one time?

At that moment, the questions in his mind multiplied and he could not help but ask again. “But…”

Duan Feihan’s chilly voice suddenly arose in the car. “You talk too much.”

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