Chapter 120: Chapter 120: You’ve Already Lost Your Charm
 

Qi Yue is now Bai Chuwei’s brain-dead fan; in her heart, the goddess’s medical skills are the absolute best!

The guests around them nodded frequently. Miss Qi’s words were on point. If it were another elderly person, they would have been angered to the point of fainting long ago.

The old Duan patriarch was still in good shape; it seemed his cancer really was cured. This Divine Doctor was truly skilled!

“Deserving of the title National Medical Saint indeed. Master Liu, can I get an appointment with you? I’ll pay whatever you ask for the consultation fee.”

Another middle-aged man was even more excited, “Master Liu, do you treat all kinds of diseases? Can you cure congenital heart disease?”

“Master Liu, please look at me! I’m sick too…”

Master Liu stood with his hands clasped behind him, smiling proudly, “I dare not take credit; this is all thanks to the medical teachings of my Ancestral Master. If it weren’t for his direct transmission, Mr. Duan’s cancer could not have been cured.”

The old Duan patriarch was helped upstairs to rest, and Duan Xiuqi, glancing at the expectant Tong Yunrou beside him, pursed his lips before speaking, “Dad, let me help you up to rest for a bit.”

Tong Yunrou’s smile stiffened instantly, her expression somewhat awkward.

People in Haicheng liked to dance; at most banquets, someone would usually initiate the dance on the dance floor.

As the reclusive fourth master of the Duan Family, Duan Xiuqi didn’t even have a dance partner, and since he was also an actor in the entertainment industry, he was usually the one to do it.

But he… would rather help the old patriarch upstairs to rest than dance with her.

Tong Yunrou forced a smile, “Old Mr., I’ll help Xiuqi take you upstairs.”

The old Duan patriarch, having been annoyed by Xu Xingchen, could only nod nonchalantly as they slowly made their way upstairs.

Suddenly, Duan Xiuqi looked back with a somewhat complex gaze.

*

In a corner, Bai Chuwei flicked the round butt of Xue Qiu with her hand, put away the palmtop computer, and whispered, “We’re getting ready to go home.”

The main objective of attending today’s banquet had been achieved, so she could leave now.

It was just a pity that the banana peel she threw out earlier hadn’t been stepped on by Duan Xiuqi.

Xue Qiu squeaked indignantly upon hearing this, pouncing on a fried chicken leg and grasping it tightly with four little paws, wailing, ‘Ancestor, you have no conscience! Hiring child labor to work and now wanting to leave when I haven’t had enough.’

The banquet had only just begun, and it had come with the intention of eating until the end.

Bai Chuwei scoffed with disdain, “You call yourself child labor? Normal hamsters only live up to two years; you’ve been with me for twenty, you’re an old, yellowed hamster by now!”

Xue Qiu squeaked and squabbled, gnawing on the fried chicken leg, refusing to leave.

‘Is the Ancestor afraid of Duan Xiuqi?’

Bai Chuwei nearly exploded, “Afraid of him? He’s nothing! If the Ancestor made a move, he’d be dead!”

Bai Chuwei knew this was Xue Qiu’s clumsy attempt at reverse psychology, but congratulations, it worked—she wasn’t leaving! Could Duan Xiuqi even see her? No one in the room did!

It wasn’t that she was afraid of Duan Xiuqi, but rather that he had been obsessing over her for twenty years and could very likely disrupt the system tasks she had to follow for the storyline.

Xue Qiu patted the fried chicken leg beside it and once again tried to tempt her, ‘Ancestor, have a bite, it’s really good!’

Seeing it munch with a mouthful of golden crumbs, Bai Chuwei suddenly felt intrigued and reached out to grab a piece—she took a bite.

Inside the banquet hall, Duan Xingye, dressed in a magnificent red suit, concealed his complex emotions, smiling as he said to Duan Feihan, “Fourth Uncle, I know you don’t dance. Let me invite Weiwei for the opening dance.”

But he hadn’t found the person yet, and had no idea where she was.

Duan Feihan’s eyes were cold, his long fingers tidying the cufflinks of his black suit, and he spoke indifferently, “Just stand there and behave. This doesn’t concern you.”

The man strode towards a particular corner…