The Young Matriarch

Chapter 312: Chapter 312: Oh, White Moonlight
 

Bai Chuwei spoke with utmost seriousness, “Hanhan, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about my dietary habits? I don’t like deep-fried food, all those things you bought were eaten by my pet!”

Duan Feihan: “…”

Eaten… by a pet?

What kind of pet eats that greasy food?

Duan Feihan looked at Bai Chuwei’s earnest little face, her dark pupils void of any jest, and he suddenly found it hard to maintain his composure.

Duan Feihan’s forehead twitched slightly, “So… the deep-fried food at my father’s recovery banquet was all prepared for your pet?”

Bai Chuwei nodded, “Yeah.”

Duan Feihan instantly quieted down.

So… he had previously tried to accommodate this strange greasy taste, and it was just torture to his own sense of taste?

And it all ended up in the belly of a small pet?

Duan Feihan raised his hand to rub his temples and asked in a low voice, “So what kind of flavors do you like?”

Of course, it’s light!

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Not many who cultivate immortality eat greasy food.

Bai Chuwei’s fingers slid down Duan Feihan’s smooth dark hair, resting on his broad shoulders as she drew out her words, “Of course, the same as Hanhan.”

She understood the future villain’s character better than anyone; his dietary habits should be similar to hers.

In Duan Feihan’s eyes, the darkness spread like ink on rice paper, increasingly bottomless, his Adam’s apple unconsciously moving as he suddenly spoke, “Don’t come over tomorrow morning.”

Otherwise, she’d catch him again taking cold showers at five in the morning instead of sleeping.

Bai Chuwei’s hand on his shoulder paused: “?”

Why was it somewhat hard to keep up with Duan Feihan’s pace?

Bai Chuwei asked with a smile, “Then guess, why did I come to find you at this time?”

Duan Feihan pondered for a moment, then said, “To discuss the division of income from the salty fish video?”

Just now, the live broadcast’s online audience reached over a hundred million, and it might become even more terrifying later.

The money Bai Chuwei would get tonight alone could definitely break eight figures, mind you, just tonight.

Bai Chuwei’s eyes darkened, “I came for my takeout!!!”

Who came to talk business? Did this future villain think he was meeting a client right now?

Duan Feihan truly lived up to his image of a ruthless workaholic, always thinking about how to make money.

A flicker of astonishment passed through Duan Feihan’s eyes, coming for… takeout?

He thought she didn’t care.

Duan Feihan walked towards the small kitchen, his deep voice flowing like water, “Spicy Soup?”

Bai Chuwei followed with interest, “Hanhan, you can make this?”

Duan Feihan moved gracefully, his tone somewhat flat, “When I was a child, my mother often made it for me to drink.” Only, there was never a next time.

Bai Chuwei remembered Duan Feihan’s role as a villain, seemingly detached but actually valuing emotions deeply, especially familial ones.

The death of his mother, the death of his nephew, Duan Xingye, all accelerated Duan Feihan’s descent into darkness later on.

Bai Chuwei stood next to him and remarked, “Death is never the end; it’s forgetting that truly is.”

Duan Feihan’s motions in making the sweet soup suddenly paused as he turned to stare at Bai Chuwei, asking, “So you’ve been mourning that person all along, unwilling to forget?”

Bai Chuwei naturally answered, “Yeah, I also don’t want to forget.” Otherwise, she would’ve just made herself some Spicy Soup.

Duan Feihan didn’t respond to Bai Chuwei, merely glancing at the moonlight outside the window.

Heh, a pale moonbeam.