Chapter 259 - 259 Do you want this blessing?

Bai Chuwei looked meaningfully at the dark-faced Duan Feihan with a hooked lip and a slight smile, “Good for the long-term!”

Duan Xingye immediately got excited, turned his head to persuade his Fourth Uncle to agree quickly, but Duan Feihan swept over him with a cold gaze, “Go back and finish your test paper.”

Duan Xingye felt somewhat wronged; he hadn’t said anything incorrect.

Goddess Weiwei was a true “Little Fairy,” and they, being vulgar mortals, were definitely not a match for her. What’s so bad about being a little brother?

It’s nice to enjoy the shade under a big tree.

With a look that said “I hate that I can’t turn iron into steel,” Duan Xingye looked at Duan Feihan, “Fourth Uncle, this is what you call not knowing a good thing when it’s in front of you!”

Duan Feihan’s voice was cold, “You want this fortune for yourself?”

Duan Xingye didn’t hesitate in answering, “I do!”

A muscle twitched in Duan Feihan’s forehead, “…” He really should have thrown this nephew in the trash when he had the chance.

Duan Xingye looked eagerly at Bai Chuwei, “Weiwei, my Fourth Uncle isn’t willing, but maybe you could take a look at me.”

Bai Chuwei, “You? Never mind that.”

She’s quite picky when it comes to choosing her underlings.

Just look at the eight great historical families. A thousand years ago, the selection was one in ten thousand. Each little brother, to catch the eyes of their ancestors, used every trick in the book; only then did she choose eight that she felt completely satisfied with.

Evidence proved she wasn’t wrong; over the millennia, the descendants from the eight families had all been pleasing to her, except recently the Tang Family’s outrageous actions had somewhat displeased her.

Although it sounds a bit cruel, Duan Xingye really didn’t meet the standards for her little brothers.

Duan Xingye sighed. You see, this is what’s called the confidence of being the favorite.

Bai Chuwei, holding Xue Qiu, got into the car and saw Duan Xiuqi coming out of the hall, looking at her with complex eyes.

With a benevolent smile, Bai Chuwei said, “Don’t forget to drink the present I gave you within three days. It’s the best choice for both you and me.”

Bai Chuwei got in the car and drove away triumphantly.

Duan Xiuqi pulled out the glass jar that looked like milk, a mocking sneer appearing on his face.

Twenty years… and this was what he got in return.

Even without Bai Chuwei stating what it was, Duan Xiuqi had already guessed.

“The choice that’s good for both you and me… is only good for you,” he said with a self-deprecating smile as he lowered his gaze.@@novelbin@@

Duan Xiuqi gripped the jar of Spicy Soup, his five fingers whitening.

Raising his eyes to Duan Feihan, who was almost blending into the night, Duan Xiuqi suddenly let out a light laugh, “Fourth brother, be careful, or you’ll end up in the same boat as me.”

Gripping the jar of Spicy Soup tightly, Duan Xiuqi staggered slightly as he disappeared into the night…

Duan Xingye, bracing for the possibility of being killed by his Fourth Uncle, said very seriously, “Fourth Uncle, really, there’s nothing wrong with being Bai Chuwei’s little brother.”

Duan Xingye didn’t consider himself smart, working like mad for the college entrance exam possibly ending up scoring lower than Xu Xingchen.

But on this point, he felt he was much smarter than his Fourth Uncle, who had been smart since he was little.

Liking a big shot like Bai Chuwei was destined for no results.

He certainly wouldn’t dare to fancy such a Fairy.

Just look at his Third Uncle to understand.

Duan Feihan’s eyes were cold and empty as he walked towards his courtyard without a word.

Entering his bedroom, he didn’t turn on the light. Sitting on the small sofa in his room, the light sliding over his dark green bracelet grew even more conspicuous in the darkness.

Looking at the three strands of dark green silk, Duan Feihan murmured in a low voice, “Bai Chuwei… Bai Chuwei…”

The neatly folded Feiyu Carpet beside him jerked upon hearing this name, suddenly bumping into Duan Feihan’s waist. Caught off guard, Duan Feihan tumbled into the soft carpet and, with a “swoosh,” burst through the window and flew out.

Duan Feihan’s face turned a shade darker.

He suspected that there was something wrong with this Flying Spirit Artifact from Bai Chuwei, or had he drunk fake alcohol?

He didn’t call Bai Chuwei’s name to go find her!