The Young Matriarch

Chapter 79 - 079: Duan Feihan, go to the rooftop immediately

Chapter 79: Chapter 079: Duan Feihan, go to the rooftop immediately

A cool breeze blew in the spring evening, lifting the hem of Duan Xingye’s clothes.

He felt like a marionette with strings, his body moving uncontrollably. Duan Xingye’s face showed panic, “What’s happening?”

There was no one else on the rooftop but him!

He struggled but it was in vain; his steps were slow as he moved inexorably toward the edge of the rooftop…

This was the top floor of a 32-story building; if he fell, he would surely die!

“Bloody Disaster.”

“Don’t leave the tutoring class.”

Suddenly, Bai Chuwei’s warning echoed in his mind like thunderclaps bursting around him.

Duan Xingye had never contemplated death; he had been working so hard for his college entrance examination, he had so many dreams…

Duan Xingye’s handsome face turned deathly pale, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.

Step by step he moved forward, shouting with the loudest roar he had ever made in his life, “Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me? Help—!”

The tutoring class was on the twenty-eighth floor, and the top three floors were unoccupied due to renovations, and even the construction workers had left for the day since it was evening.

Duan Xingye screamed until his voice was hoarse, with veins bulging on his forehead, neck, and arms, yet his legs did not pause for even a moment.

Panic surged like a tidal wave, threatening to drown him completely.

It suddenly dawned on Duan Xingye that he had righteously told Bai Chuwei to believe in science, and now deep regret and terror churned inside him.

“Help—!”

*

Bai Chuwei was sitting in a cab, and the driver, clearly captivated by her beauty, kept trying to make conversation with her.

Suddenly, Bai Chuwei’s lazy eyes snapped into focus, a cold light flashing in them, “Not good! Duan Xingye, that idiot!”

Bai Chuwei cursed under her breath; hadn’t she told him not to leave the tutoring class?

Even the boldest Demonic Cultivator wouldn’t dare make a move in a crowded place, especially not a tutoring class that could easily stir up public opinion!

Bai Chuwei ignored the driver completely and the driver had no choice but to keep quiet and drive.

Bai Chuwei took out her phone and called Duan Feihan; the call was answered quickly and in the background, she could faintly hear the sound of a car door closing.

Bai Chuwei spoke rapidly, “Duan Feihan, where are you right now?”

Only then did Duan Feihan see the message Bai Chuwei had sent him and he frowned, “I didn’t see your message because of traffic just now; I’m already at Xingye’s tutoring class.”

Bai Chuwei commanded, “Quick, go to the top floor right now; something’s happened to Duan Xingye.”

When Duan Feihan heard Bai Chuwei’s slightly shrill voice, he instantly understood there was an emergency. He abandoned his black sedan without properly parking and ran towards the elevator, pressing for the top floor.

The wind lifted the hem of the man’s black suit jacket, which had a few buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his well-shaped waist and abdomen.

Duan Feihan didn’t ask why or what had happened exactly.

This young lady, Bai Chuwei, would not joke about such things.

“It’s no use… The top floor of the 32-story building, there might not be enough time,” Bai Chuwei muttered to herself with closed eyes.

It would take about two minutes to ride the elevator from the first floor to the top.

Two minutes was more than enough time for Duan Xingye to jump.

A surge of intense anger suddenly flooded her; she had lived for over five thousand years and never suffered such indignity.

Under her watch, who dared to lay a finger on Duan Xingye?

The anxious voice on the phone in the cab suddenly stopped, and just as the driver was about to say something to comfort the beautiful young lady, his gaze fell on the rearview mirror, his pupils dilated, and his mind went blank.

The driver stomped on the brakes and turned his head toward the back seat—.

The back seat was empty, as if no one had ever been there.