Chapter 274: Chapter 274 Hanhan, Did You Dream of Me?
“Xiuqi, canceling the wedding so abruptly, there are already people online cursing you as a heartbreaker, saying you’ve wronged Tong Yunrou. And there are netizens who caught Yunrou going to the hospital for a heart checkup.” ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
On the phone, the agent spoke anxiously.
Duan Xiuqi had been a star for twenty years with hardly any scandals, but now, with the wedding fiasco, quite a few fans have said they want to unfollow him.
Because they were so disappointed in Duan Xiuqi. Yunrou had waited for him for twenty years, and he suddenly decided not to get married.
Duan Xiuqi browsed through the negative comments online and chuckled, “Twenty years? But I’ve also been waiting for twenty years…”
Duan Xiuqi picked up a glass bottle that was beside him and murmured, “What do you think would happen if I forgot about Bai Chu?”
The agent was blunt, “Then I might just set off fireworks to thank the heavens.”
A sneer appeared on Duan Xiuqi’s face as a seductive voice suddenly came from behind, “Everyone hopes you forget, so why not make everyone overjoyed by doing just that?”
Duan Xiuqi’s body jolted, and he swiftly turned around, his dark pupils fixed on the girl who had appeared in his room. A surge of joy involuntarily rose up, his voice laden with a mix of emotions, “Chuchu…”
Clad in a white linen dress, Bai Chuwei stood at the window with her hands clasped behind her back.
Bai Chuwei was obviously here to check if he had drunk Spicy Soup or not! This Spicy Soup had only a three-day effect.
Duan Xiuqi snorted, “Is that how much you want me to forget you?”
Bai Chuwei sighed, “This is for your own good.”
Over these thousands of years, she truly hadn’t lacked admirers. There had been Emperors who were willing to give up their kingdoms for her, but she simply ignored them and wandered away. In the end, such Emperors died in despondency.
So, forgetting was quite good.
Duan Xiuqi laughed mockingly at himself and opened the glass jar. A faint fragrance rushed out, and he poured its contents into the bushes outside the window.
Duan Xiuqi, with a melancholy tone, said, “Whether I wish to forget or not is my business, you don’t need to worry about it.”
Duan Xiuqi opened the room’s door and walked out, taking out his phone to post a message on Weibo: “I will hold a press conference at three o’clock tomorrow afternoon.”
Duan Xiuqi turned back to take one last look at Bai Chuwei, offering her a smile full of wildness and a hint of recklessness.
He had once declared that in this lifetime, he would either marry Bai Chu or become a monk.
Bai Chuwei was slightly startled, suddenly remembering the first time Duan Xiuqi had seen her twenty years ago, also with such a defiant laugh.
Bai Chuwei felt a bit depressed as she left Duan Xiuqi’s room and made her way familiarly towards Duan Feihan’s compound; his bedroom light was on.
It was a little past five in the morning, and Duan Feihan seemed to have woken up, washing up in the restroom, with the sound of water dripping from the bathroom.
Bai Chuwei relaxed on the edge of Duan Feihan’s bed, swinging her long, fair legs lightly.
It wasn’t long before the running water in the bathroom stopped, and a man wrapped in a bath towel stepped out, droplets of water from his dark hair falling onto his masculine body.
Duan Feihan caught sight of the girl sitting on his bed and froze in shock.
Frowning, Duan Feihan mumbled unconsciously, “Am I still dreaming?”
Cold droplets slid over his robust physique, absorbed by the bath towel.
Bai Chuwei had just been surprised that this antagonist boss wasn’t sleeping at five a.m., and was taking a cold shower instead. Hearing his words, she instantly reacted, “Hanhan, did you dream about me?”
Up early but not sleeping, taking a cold shower instead…
Bai Chuwei raised her voice, “Duan Feihan, what kind of dream did you have?!”