Chapter 202: The Day It Breaks Is the Day I Die

Her hair strands were soft and smooth, dazzling with a glint of flowing light under the early morning sun.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Bai Chuwei plucked just three hairs, and in Duan Feihan’s intensly complex gaze, she held the strands in the palm of her hands, clasped them together, and formed a seal with her fingers, light flowing agilely over her fingertips.

Bai Chuwei stretched out her hand toward him, a green silk bracelet lying in the middle of her palm.

The three strands formed three delicate hoops, and on close inspection, one could see the flowing light gliding over them.

Bai Chuwei seemed proud, “These are the strands of my hair, more powerful and precious than any Jade Talisman in the world. I’m rarely this generous.”

In Duan Feihan’s eyes, deep as a still pond, it was as if someone suddenly dropped a small pebble, instantly stirring up thousands of ripples:

“Indeed precious.”

Bai Chuwei took Duan Feihan’s left hand, lifted the sleeve of his suit, and slid the green silk bracelet onto his wrist.

Bai Chuwei saw that the only item on his wrist was the Sandalwood Buddhist Beads she had given him twenty years ago, and now it was joined by the green silk bracelet.

Duan Feihan seemed not to like jewelry, as he never even wore a watch.

Thus, the only two pieces of jewelry he owned were gifts from her.

The green silk bracelet was too fine, almost imperceptible unless looked at closely.

Bai Chuwei lamented, “Duan Feihan, if it ever breaks, it means I’ve died.”

Seeing Duan Feihan’s expression start to harden, Bai Chuwei quickly added, “But that’s unlikely to happen. It should outlast you, accompany you to the grave, and be buried with you as your grave goods.”

Even as Duan Feihan turned to dust with age, she would not die.

Duan Feihan looked down at the almost undetectable bracelet on his left wrist, his heart rippling.

Her hair strands…

Bai Chuwei lay half reclined on the desk, supporting her chin as she watched Duan Feihan with enthusiasm, her eyes gleaming as she spoke with a light laugh, “Hanhan, are you happy now?”

Duan Feihan’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he bluntly said, “Happy.”

Happy, huh?

Bai Chuwei inwardly sighed with wonder; for over five thousand years, who wasn’t pandering to her?

The old ancestor herself couldn’t be bothered to cater to others’ feelings, doing as she pleased.

Duan Feihan was the first.

But it was to be expected from someone who was a walking Spiritual Qi Repository.

Bai Chuwei opened her backpack, reaching to put the wooden Pixiu carving inside, when a large hand suddenly pressed down on hers, “What kind of person takes back a gift once given?”

Bai Chuwei conceded with respect, “Hanhan, you’re really greedy.”

Duan Feihan’s voice flowed smoothly, “I have even greedier desires. Do you want to know what they are?”

His palm’s warmth transferred to the back of her hand, and Bai Chuwei raised her eyebrows slightly, “I want to know, tell me.”

Duan Feihan: “…”

He knew it, this young lady never played by the rules.

Duan Feihan pulled her down from the desk and said, “I’ll take you to school for your classes.”

All she ever knew was studying.

Bai Chuwei shook off his hand, “I could be valedictorian for your sake.”

Duan Feihan corrected her, “You take the college entrance exam for yourself, not for me, or for anyone else.”

“Maybe that’s true for others,” Bai Chuwei replied indifferently.

Even Bai Guofu didn’t dare to control her; only Duan Feihan nagged her to study hard every day.

Bai Chuwei slung her empty backpack over one shoulder and looked around, “Hanhan, I’m quite interested in your company. I won’t go to school this morning; why don’t you show me around? I heard that Ruishi Entertainment has the most handsome and beautiful stars in the entertainment industry today. You know, like those young heartthrobs and cuties and stuff.”

Duan Feihan: “…My company doesn’t have any young heartthrobs.”