Chapter 660: Chapter 660: What a Coincidence, Overheard Just in Time? Chapter 660: Chapter 660: What a Coincidence, Overheard Just in Time? Duan Xiuhao stiffened all over, unable to believe the voice he heard.
Duan Xiuhao turned around in shock, his pupils reflecting the image of an utterly disheveled figure!! The source of thɪs content is NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Beside him stood a pale-faced young girl, Tong Qingyan!
Both were in an incredibly sorry state, their clothes covered in mud, and even their exposed skin was wrinkled from being soaked; Qingyan’s hair looked like straw.
The two were the very picture of homeless beggars begging on the street corners.
“Xingchen, you… you didn’t die?” Duan Xiuhao looked at Xu Xingchen in disbelief.
Not just Duan Xiuhao, even Duan Xingye was dumbfounded.
Damn, Xu Xingchen had faced a tsunami that was tens of meters high. How could he have survived something like that? And without losing any arms or legs?
He thought that only Weiwei could pull off something like that!
Duan Xingye couldn’t help but recall the days in high school when he would go to the snack bar to buy snacks with lottery draws; he never won, while Xu Xingchen seemed to be incredibly lucky, winning seven or eight times out of ten.
He was truly a son of fortune.
Duan Xingye watched Xu Xingchen silently, thinking to himself that if it were him… he’d definitely be dead.
Xu Xingchen said evenly, “Dad, you’re not busy looking for me, but you have time to buy a car for Xingye?”
Xu Xingchen and Tong Qingyan had lost their phones in the tsunami, so they hadn’t been able to call to let anyone know they were safe after being rescued.
Even if Xu Xingchen usually pretended to be gentle, he was astonished by his father’s actions now, and his tone started to carry a hint of displeasure.
His mother, Xu Li, was currently in prison, and the only person he could rely on was his father. Yet, while he had been missing and possibly dead after the tsunami, his father wasn’t busy looking for him, but was instead turning around to indulge his former son, Duan Xingye, and buying him a car?
Thinking of his own sports car, now mangled beyond recognition from the tsunami…
Xu Xingchen grew angrier the more he thought about it.
Duan Xiuhao heard this and quickly waved his hands, explaining as he looked at the disheveled Xu Xingchen, “No, no, that’s not it. I just mentioned it in passing.”
Duan Xiuhao wished he could slap himself. Of all the times to say something like that, why did it have to be just as Xu Xingchen was listening!
Duan Xiuhao always felt as if he had encountered a ghost by coincidence.
Who would believe that explanation?
Duan Xingye looked indifferent, his hands in his pockets as he scoffed, “No need, I don’t want it. My Fourth Uncle has bought me a limited edition, high-spec Ferrari that’s about to be delivered. Dad, why don’t you give your car to Xingchen?”
If it had been before, Duan Xingye would have jumped for joy at such news, but now? He felt nothing.
What was the point of gifting a car if it wasn’t delivered at the same time as others?
A look of irony flashed across Duan Xingye’s handsome, youthful face as he turned and walked toward the university apartments to cancel his reservation.
He didn’t have a dad.
Duan Xiuhao was Xu Xingchen’s dad, not his.
After canceling the reservation, Duan Xingye intended to take a detour through the grove. He had only taken a few steps when he saw that pretty, white figure sitting leisurely on a wooden bench, her long fingers folding a paper crane with no rush. Duan Xingye immediately rushed over, “Weiwei!”
Without even lifting her head, Bai Chuwei responded indifferently, “You’re too loud.”
Duan Xingye would always cheer up at the sight of Bai Chuwei, and he plopped down next to her, “What are you doing here?”
“Watching a drama unfold.”
Surprise flickered in Duan Xingye’s eyes as he guessed, “Could it be… could it be that you’re here to watch the drama with my dad and the rest?”
Everything that had just happened couldn’t be related to Weiwei, could it?!