8 Duan Feihan

Bai Chuwei and the hamster stared at the old phone inside the room and the chubby hamster squeaked sympathetically. "Isn't she too stupid?"

Bai Chuwei nodded in agreement. "She's indeed quite stupid."

However, that was normal. In the original novel, both of them were supporting characters and their intelligence was below average. The author had deliberately lowered their IQ as to make way for the female lead to have a smooth progress.

Bai Chuwei turned on the phone that had been reset to factory settings. Upon swiping it, the home screen lit up.

Her slender jade-like fingers swiftly moved around the keyboard and in a matter of minutes, the phone had been restored to its previous settings. Lazily, she opened the messages to take a look.

"*Tsk* *Tsk* People's morals are indeed degenerating with each passing day. Bai Yinyin was indulging in ambiguous chats with several men at the same time."

Snowball grabbed onto Bai Chuwei's fingers and squeaked. "This is called flirting in the current society!"

Bai Chuwei suddenly saw the light and understood the concept.

It has been twenty years since she left Yunwu Mountain and she was unable to keep up with the modern society. Even these hacking skills were something that she learned in passing while using a villager's phone.

Just as she was pondering over it, she felt a sharp pain arising in her heart meridian and her jade-like pink cheeks suddenly turned pale.

Snowball jumped around in anxiousness and continuously squeaked.

Bai Chuwei held her chest and retrieved a medicine bottle from her pocket. She took out a pill from it and the medicinal fragrance assaulted her nose.

She consumed it immediately and the bitter medicinal taste spread inside her mouth. The bitter taste caused her to knit her brows and say in disgust, "It's so unpalatable."

After she ate the medicine, the piercing pain gradually eased.

It was a painkiller pill made from various kinds of elixirs, used specially to relieve her affliction.

Due to the system malfunction, she had been thrown back by five thousand years and was rescued by the Matriarch of the Bai Family who took her in as his godsister.

That person died, saving her and therefore, Bai Chuwei had been sheltering the Bai Family for the past five thousand years.

The heart meridian pain was also an old injury left behind from back then and she required various types of spiritual medicine to ease the pain.

Bai Chuwei licked her lips and a cold, stern and slender figure surfaced in her mind.

It was that man who sent her back to the Bai Family today.

Not only was he handsome, he was also… a walking spiritual energy emitter.

Bai Chuwei fell into deep thoughts. If she could get some spiritual energy from that man, would it mean that she need not consume such bitter medicines in the future?

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The hall of the Bai Family's villa.

A middle-aged man, with a dignified appearance, entered the doors and wiped the water droplets that had been splattered on his clothes. When he saw his father happily seated on a rattan chair, he couldn't help but ask. "Father, why are you so happy today? I heard that my second brother has adopted a daughter? In that case, she can be considered as my niece."

Bai Guofu opened his eyes and shot him a cold glance. "What niece? That's your ancestor from eight hundred years ago! Such impudence."

The eldest son Bai Hongming, "…"

Did his father go crazy?

Even so, he did not go speak up against his father and changed the topic. "Father, the old man of the Duan Family seems to be on his deathbed. During these past days, he has been continuously undergoing emergency treatment in the hospital. Should our Bai Family show some sort of sincerity?"

Bai Guofu said in a bitter tone, "What use would there be of such an action? They are one of the top families in China and won't possibly care about a small family like ours."

The ancestor was right. The Bai Family, under his management, had become increasingly poor.

However, the old man from the Duan Family was also rather pitiful. Before he had the chance to enjoy life, he was already at his deathbed.

The most pitiful one would be his youngest son, Duan Feihan, who was about to lose his father at the age of twenty-four."