The Young Matriarch

Everyone in the school knew that Di Zongping and Bai Chuwei were at loggerheads. Di Zongping had even stopped attending classes, scouring the school for Bai Chuwei, as if blind to her presence right before his eyes.

It was only then that the surrounding students realized what was happening and looked at Bai Yinyin with teasing gazes.

“I thought Bai Yinyin had some real skills to score an invitation, but it turns out it was given by young master Di.”

“How can you say she has no skills? Being able to hook Gao Qiaoqiao’s boyfriend, aren’t those skills? What will Gao Qiaoqiao do when she finds out, beat Bai Yinyin up?”

“…”

Bai Yinyin felt so embarrassed she wished she could vanish into thin air and quickly made an excuse to flee.

Di Zongping didn’t care about Bai Yinyin at all, grinning sycophantically at Bai Chuwei, “Bai… classmate, you want to go to the banquet, right? I might be able to help you with that.”

Bai Yinyin was just someone to flirt with to him, expendable.

Bai Chuwei snorted lightly, her eyes filled with disdain, “I’m not interested in a banquet. Don’t disturb me while I’m buying buns.”

After saying this, Bai Chuwei walked towards the cafeteria. Her aura wasn’t oppressive, yet it imbued her with a mysterious and ethereal charm, an untouchable beauty like a fairy, which made people involuntarily clear a path for her.

Qi Yue chased after her like a puppy, comforting Bai Chuwei, “Sister Bai, don’t be sad. You’re really skilled in medicine, and gold will shine wherever it is. If the schoolmates don’t want to seek your treatment, I will get my brother to promote you to his clients and friends. Even if you raise your consultation fee to five thousand, people will still come.”

Bai Chuwei continued on without a glance, speaking to the cafeteria aunty, “Two buns, with pork filling.”

She really didn’t know how Duan Xingye could eat something so greasy in the early morning.

After finishing her words, Bai Chuwei lazily shifted her gaze to the earnest face of Qi Yue and huffed, “It’s always been patients crying and begging for me to treat them, not me seeking out patients to treat.”

Bai Chuwei took the paper bag containing the buns and walked outside.

Qi Yue stood frozen for a moment before realizing—

Damn, that’s the pride a Divine Doctor should have!

Heal if you wish, leave if you don’t, I’m not short of patients!

So badass…

If she’s not a goddess, what is?

She unilaterally declared, Bai Chuwei’s ancestors were now her idols!

Qi Yue scurried after her and saw that the crowd outside the cafeteria had dispersed, while Di Zongping was tailing Bai Chuwei like a lapdog. Qi Yue was furious!

Who didn’t know what kind of person Di Zongping was? Failing in studies and only knowing how to play with girls! Now he wanted to hit on her goddess?

Damned fool, he’s dreaming!

Qi Yue rushed forward, ready to kick Di Zongping in the rear, when suddenly she heard—

“Bai classmate, Divine Ancestor, I’ve gathered all the Spiritual Medicine from my house to present to you, please treat me!” Di Zongping looked like he was about to kneel before Bai Chuwei.

Bai Chuwei smiled, “Treat what? Impotence?”

Qi Yue blurted out, “What? Di Zongping, are you actually an eunuch?”

Di Zongping’s face turned green; he was not, he wasn’t!

Qi Yue felt she’d stumbled upon a shocking secret and couldn’t help but withdraw her foot, looking at him sympathetically.

Bai Chuwei sat down at a stone table under the peach tree, resting her chin on her hand languidly, “Since the Spiritual Medicine has been presented, everything’s negotiable, it can be treated.”

Di Zongping was overjoyed, wasn’t that what all men cared about?

Just as he rejoiced, Bai Chuwei’s next words almost plunged him into hell:

“However, after the treatment, there’s a time limit on your… equipment.”