Chapter 246 - 246 How did I get to your house?

Strange and unusual, there had been no news of Duan Xingye returning home, right? Nor had there been the sound of a car stopping.

Could it be a thief? An insider?

Duan Xingye’s frown deepened as he tiptoed toward the room. Upon entering, he saw the gray bed bulging, clearly with a person lying on top.

A head of dense black hair spread out on the bed, obviously belonging to a woman.

What’s going on?

Duan Xingye moved closer in silence, not yet having the chance to take action when a quiet voice came from behind, “What are you planning to do?”

Duan Xingye was startled by the sudden voice, nearly collapsing onto the floor in fright.

Turning around, Duan Xingye got a shock seeing Duan Feihan’s expressionless face, “Fou, four Uncle? Is It really you? I thought someone else entered your room… Wait a minute, if you’re home, then who is the woman on the bed???”

Duan Xingye’s eyes widened several times over, staring intensely at Duan Feihan’s loose home clothes…

Finally, there was a hint of movement from the person on the bed. Bai Chuwei sat up from the bed with a headache, rubbed her temples, and said, “Duan Xingye, what’s with all the noise? Do you believe I could make you unable to shout ever again?”

Seeing that the woman on the bed was Bai Chuwei, Duan Xingye nearly had his eyeballs pop out of their sockets!

“Weiwei? How come it’s you?”

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Massaging her head, Bai Chuwei spoke with some discomfort, “I must have drunk too much.”

That Peach Blossom Elixir truly was intoxicating; one could remain drunk for months after consuming too much, and she had often passed out from it in the past.

Gradually, Bai Chuwei’s eyes began to brighten up.

She had been drunk just before.

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Bai Chuwei looked toward Duan Feihan and asked, “Hanhan, was it you who brought me back?”

Duan Feihan nodded, “Sort of.”

Clear-eyed, Bai Chuwei had an indescribable feeling in her heart, perhaps a tiny bit of joy and elation.

Over these five thousand years, she had assumed countless identities, from the Imperial Tutor to the Emperor, down to the Medical Valley Master among the common folk, and even the State Preceptor.

After getting drunk, she could be intoxicated for half a year, and the servants of the National Teacher Residence did not attend to her, assuming the State Preceptor had entered meditation for spiritual practice.

This was the first time someone had taken her back after she had gotten drunk.

Interesting.

It would be a pity if she didn’t take Duan Feihan as her little brother.

“I’ve made some sobering soup,” Duan Feihan said as he walked toward the kitchen, with Duan Xingye, at a loss for words, immediately following.

Upon entering the kitchen, Duan Xingye whispered, “Fourth Uncle, you’re quite sneaky!”

Duan Feihan’s face darkened, and he said coldly, “What did you say?”

Duan Xingye replied as if it were the most natural thing, “Fourth Uncle, we’re both men, you can fool Weiwei but not me. She’s drunk, why didn’t you send her back to the Bai Family? Instead, you brought her to your… bed…”

Under the cold gaze of Duan Feihan, Duan Xingye’s voice grew quieter, and he quickly bowed his head, speaking in a complex tone, “We’re about to take the college entrance examinations. Fourth Uncle, please be magnanimous.”

Duan Feihan: “…”

He had told the Feiyu Carpet to go home.

Meant to send Bai Chuwei back to the Bai Family, who knew that the carpet would take both of them directly back to the Duan Family?

Duan Feihan glanced at Duan Xingye with cold eyes, restraining the urge to kick him out, picked up the cup of sobering tea, and walked toward Bai Chuwei.

Bai Chuwei sat cross-legged on the soft bed, massaging her head, and watching as Duan Feihan brought the sobering tea over. She murmured to herself, somewhat puzzled, “How did I end up at your place?” Shouldn’t I still be flying in the sky?

Duan Feihan glanced at the Feiyu Carpet lying on the sofa and said with a twitch at the corner of his forehead, “That carpet misunderstood my instructions. I told it to send you home, and it… ”

Bai Chuwei’s gaze at Duan Feihan grew even more peculiar as she interrupted directly, “Impossible!”