The Young Matriarch

Chapter 47: Hanhan, Why Is Your Train Of Thought So Complicated?

Chapter 47: Hanhan, Why Is Your Train Of Thought So Complicated?

Editor: Henyee Translations

Bai Chuwei looked into Duan Feihan’s eyes. They were brighter than the stars and she replied rather obediently. “Hanhan.”

She slightly increased her pitch at the ending syllable, as if addressing a five year old little kid.

Duan Feihan’s handsome face stiffened that very second.

Han… Hanhan?

An image suddenly flashed past his eyes. There was someone who also called him that way when he was young.

However, that happened too long ago and he had already forgotten that person’s appearance.

Bai Chuwei swung her hands and walked forward as she welcomed the spring wind. It seemed that she wanted to blend into the night.

In a self-mocking tone, she said, “It’s unexpected right? The founder of the chinese medicine can’t cure herself.”

Ever since that man died for her sake, this illness had accompanied her. Her heart would ache from time to time and she had to consume these spiritual medicines to suppress the pain.

For the past five thousand years, even she did not know how much spiritual medicine she had consumed.

But fortunately, she had encountered this piece of Tang monk’s flesh.

Even though she did not have the hobby of consuming human flesh, it was still pretty good to soak in some spiritual energy from him.

Just as Bai Chuwei was in deep thought, Duan Feihan spoke up. “Chuwei, what is your condition to treat my father?”

Bai Chuwei was initially unwilling to cure that old man Duan, but she agreed because Duan Feihan had unconditionally agreed to fulfil one request of hers.

When Bai Chuwei heard that, she turned around. There was a small flame of excitement in her eyes. She opened her mouth and said in a crisp voice, “Hug me.”

Duan Feihan was shocked, and his usually expressionless, handsome face revealed an unusual look.

Duan Feihan put his hands behind his back and took a deep breath with his eyes closed. After he steadied himself, he opened his eyes and said, “Are you of age yet?”

Bai Chuwei was somewhat confused as she could not keep up with Duan Feihan’s pace of thoughts.

What did this have to do with her age?

“Of course I’m of age.” For goodness sake, she had already lived for five thousand years!

The Adam’s apple in Duan Feihan’s neck bobbed up and down and he tried to remind her. “Even though you’re of age, you’re still a high-school student. You should give priority to your studies.”

What was that supposed to mean?

Bai Chuwei became impatient. She had lived for too long and disliked being lectured by other people. She said in a casual but impatient tone, “Just make a decision. Are you going to hug me, yes or no?”

The man looked at her with a deep gaze, as if he was preparing himself mentally.

After a full minute of silence, Duan Feihan lowered his eyes and reached out to pull Bai Chuwei’s wrists. “Get in the car.”

Bai Chuwei was dragged into the car by him. After settling in, he started the car and drove into the inky night.

When Bai Chuwei saw that the speeding car was heading towards the luxury hotels area, a red flush suddenly appeared on her beautiful face and she immediately asked him to stop.

Bai Chuwei looked at Duan Feihan with a complicated expression and said in a sincere tone, “Hanhan, you’re only twenty-four. Why is your train of thoughts so complicated? The hug I meant was merely a hug.”

Duan Feihan: …

Bai Chuwei sighed and continued speaking. “But it seems that your feelings for your father are really deep. I didn’t expect you to have even thought about repaying with your…”

Sounds of unbuckling could be heard and before she managed to finish her sentence, she was already in his arms.

The man’s strong arms went around her slender waist and the warmth from his palms could be felt through the fabric of her clothes.

Duan Feihan radiated an unending stream of spiritual energy, similar to a natural reservoir. Bai Chuwei took in a deep breath and sighed. “You smell so good!”

Duan Feihan was silent for a moment before he suddenly recalled a phrase from the internet. “You are such a flirt.”