Chapter 201: Chapter 201 Learning is Also Essential in Cultivating Immortality
Bai Chuwei looked at his slightly reddened ear tips, then remembered what he was like as a child: clearly wanting to be held but acting stubborn, insisting to climb atop her head and claiming it was her who wanted to hold him.
Duan Feihan spoke in his usual tone, “Where did you see that?”
Bai Chuwei stared at his left chest, speaking with profound meaning, “Because your current heartbeat is different from your usual heartbeat rate.”
Duan Feihan’s expression remained unchanged as he responded lightly, “It seems you pay close attention to me, even going so far as to take special note of my normal heartbeat rate.”
Bai Chuwei paused, surprised. Was this him… matching wits with her?
Bai Chuwei leaned halfway across his desk, hand propping her face, her smile deepening, “I want to make you my underling, so of course I have to keep an eye on you often.”
Duan Feihan gazed at her intently, “Are you practicing immortality cultivation?”
Bai Chuwei was just short of clapping her hands, Duan Feihan had finally figured out who she was.
It seems her talent displayed at the Hongmeng Auction House wasn’t wasted.
Duan Feihan said solemnly, “Then you should study diligently.”
I’m already cultivating immortality, and you tell me to study diligently?
Duan Feihan glanced at his phone, “I’ll take you to school.”
As Bai Chuwei saw him about to stand, her fair hand firmly pressed on his shoulder, she sighed, “What school? I came specifically for you, to give you something.”
Bai Chuwei opened her backpack and took out a palm-sized wooden carving, handing it to Duan Feihan.
Unfortunately, her five thousand years of cultivation meant that human exhaustion from staying up all night wouldn’t show on her face at all.
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Bai Chuwei nodded with satisfaction, “Exactly, it’s a Pixiu. I carved it with my own hands, infusing it with the power to attract wealth; placing it in your office will definitely bring you wealth and treasures, ensuring a broad influx of fortune!”
“Hanhan, I’m good to you, right?”
Duan Feihan certainly had a good eye. Look at Xue Qiu, calling it a wooden lion, that was really devaluing it.
Being in business, Duan Feihan would definitely be satisfied with such an item.
Duan Feihan examined the wooden Pixiu in his hands, the carving so exquisitely lifelike that even the expression was captured quite clearly, truly a fine piece.
Such carving skills, even seasoned craftsmen who had been in the wood-carving industry for decades might not be able to achieve.
Duan Feihan’s lips curved slightly upward, “Thank you.”
Even Bai Chuwei, who had lived for five thousand years, was stunned.
That’s his only reaction? She chose to carve a Pixiu, which was playing right into his tastes.
This villain was a workaholic; with this wooden Pixiu, his work would go smoothly, and money would flow towards him like water!
Bai Chuwei directly sat on his office desk, her slender fingers lightly touching her chin, suddenly understanding.
“Do you think because it’s made from wood, it’s not as good as one made from jade? Actually, this wood is…”
Duan Feihan looked up at her, stating affirmatively, “It’s Nuanxiang Wood, referred to as the ‘gold of woods.’ I like it very much.”
The wood was soft with a faint fragrance, something even ancient royal nobles would have found difficult to come by.
Bai Chuwei was somewhat surprised. Duan Feihan knew how precious this wood was, so why was he still so unperturbed?
His demeanor remained unchanged, lacking the surprise she had anticipated. Like being so excited that he’d roll around, showing off cutesy behavior, begging for hugs—none of that happened.
Bai Chuwei was certain that the value of the wooden Pixiu far exceeded that of the two Jade Talismans she gave to Qi Mo and Bai Ze combined!
One carved overnight, the other two in five minutes—how could they compare?
Whenever she gave gifts in the past five thousand years, who didn’t respond with overwhelming joy?
She didn’t believe that she couldn’t win over a Duan Feihan.
Feeling suddenly indignant, Bai Chuwei reached out, snapping off a few strands of her ink-black hair, “If you don’t one, I’ll start calling you ancestor!”