Chapter 504: Chapter 504 Little Hanhan, I’ll Take You to See Something Interesting Chapter 504: Chapter 504 Little Hanhan, I’ll Take You to See Something Interesting Zhou Zhen also didn’t have any good expression, and said indifferently, “Miss Bai, rest assured, I will hand over those animals directly to the Liu Family.” Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel-fire.net
How the Liu Family dealt with them was none of his business.
Bai Chuwei chuckled lightly, her interest piqued as she watched the family of three: “Why have you all come up the mountain so early in the morning?”
Speaking of this, Zhou Zhen’s expression finally improved a bit as he smiled and said, “My wife had visited Lingyin Temple when she was pregnant, and this time we wanted to bring Ah Chen here to offer the first incense sticks of the morning.”
Who would have known that upon arriving, they would see Zhou Shuai, that animal, committing such an act, which infuriated him so much that his good mood for the day vanished completely.
Bai Chuwei nodded: “Then you and your family go ahead and offer incense, I’ll return to my room first.”
Bai Chuwei strode into the back gate’s meditation courtyard and, upon looking up, saw that their room had its lights on, guessing that Su Ruan had awakened.
Even the room next to it, belonging to Cao Yushu and Duan Xingye, was lit.
The kids changed clothes and quickly washed up. When they looked up again at the sky, the dawn’s first ray of light had broken through the dark horizon, heralding the break of day.
It was about to get light.
The little Monk came over smiling: “Honored patrons, you may go to the dining hall for an early meal first.”
Duan Xingye felt puzzled and knocked on his Fourth Uncle’s door, but there was no response.
Could it be? His workaholic Fourth Uncle usually woke up earlier than chickens and slept later than dogs, didn’t he? Furthermore, when outside, Duan Feihan’s sleep quality got even worse, so how could he still be sleeping like the dead?
Su Ruan turned her head and called out to him, “Xingye, the steamed buns are ready.”
“Oh, coming.” He should save a few steamed buns for his Fourth Uncle later.
Although the early meal was all vegetarian, it was richly prepared, and they wasted nothing.
Bai Chuwei held her chopsticks elegantly, her gaze drifting toward the entrance of the dining hall, and a trace of surprise flickered in her eyes.
“Weiwei, stop looking. My Fourth Uncle seems to have not gotten up yet,” Duan Xingye said as he looked at the two steamed buns on the porcelain plate, still wondering if it would be enough for his Fourth Uncle.
Bai Chuwei suddenly put down her chopsticks, stood up, and headed towards Duan Feihan’s room. She pushed the door open and entered directly.
The man was lying on the wooden bed, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed together, seeming even in his sleep to be having an uneasy time. Bai Chuwei reached out to nudge him: “Duan Feihan, Hanhan? Wake up, you’re having a nightmare!”
There was no response.
Bai Chuwei, acting on instinct, raised her hand, ready to deliver a slap that would surely awaken him!
Her eyes fixated on the man’s exquisite and profound facial features, her hand held high in the air suddenly could not bring itself to fall.
Bai Chuwei let out a sigh, it seemed her esteemed ancestor was indeed one to pity and cherish jade.
If she had slapped it into a pig-headed face like Zhou Shuai’s, it truly would be a waste of Duan Feihan’s face that offended both humans and gods.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her slightly cool hand holding his large palm. She leaned over toward him, her ink-colored hair cascading from her shoulder, falling upon his chest that rose and fell evenly.
Her other hand rested beside him, her forehead as white as jade softly pressed against his. She slowly closed her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, she looked up to see yet another gloomy day, and she was standing inside the Duan Family’s Chinese-style garden villa, in front of a small building.
Duan Feihan was indeed having a nightmare.
A nameless rage sprouted in Bai Chuwei’s heart. The antagonist’s life was too tragic, wasn’t it? To dream of this again?
She looked around and saw a little sticky rice dumpling sitting on the grass, earnestly stacking building blocks.
Bai Chuwei walked forward, crouched in front of little Duan Feihan, wanting to wake him directly. A flash in her eyes, she reached out and poked the little dumpling’s soft cheek: “Little Hanhan, I’ll take you to see something interesting.”