The Young Matriarch

Chapter 102: Has Your Face Been Insured?

In bars, it’s common to hear “Little Fairy” or “Fairy,” but whoever gets called “Little Fairy”? Even Duan Xiuqi became curious.

He looked up and before he could get a clear view of the slender figure in the distance, a bright red apple came flying from afar, fast, fierce, and accurate!

With a “bang,” it hit Duan Xiuqi squarely on the forehead, leaving him with a moment of mental blankness.

The agent and a circle of friends around were stunned. The agent was the first to react, suddenly standing up and yelling, “Who threw that?”

“Haha—” A girl’s slightly cheerful laughter could be heard faintly in the bar.

No one responded, and the agent didn’t have time to fuss, hurrying to check on Duan Xiuqi’s condition.

Duan Xiuqi himself wasn’t injured badly, just a small bruise forming where his forehead was hit.

The agent was nearly driven mad, “Oh my God, Xiuqi, your face, your face is insured! Your fans would go crazy if they knew. If I’d known, we wouldn’t have come to the bar tonight.”

Duan Xiuqi raised his hand to rub the spot where he was hit, feeling a slight ache, “I’m fine, let it go.”

The agent looked at the small bruise on Duan Xiuqi’s forehead and felt a headache coming on, “It’s great that it’s not serious, but you have a fan meeting tomorrow—do we have to cancel it? Xiuqi, have you been having bad luck lately? Why is it all going so wrong?”

The agent was still brooding over the inexplicable cancellation of Duan Xiuqi’s endorsement of the Mo Yun mobile phone, even though Mo Yun had offered compensation, it didn’t sit well with him.

“Could it be that we’ve been found out? That apple was clearly thrown specifically at Brother Xiuqi,” said the assistant, nervously eyeing the smashed apple on the floor.

The throw was very precise: it wouldn’t cause injury but would give Duan Xiuqi a little torment. And from amongst so many people in the dance floor, the thrower seemed like a trained expert.

“Xiuqi, Xiuqi?” The agent became worried when he noticed Duan Xiuqi looking somewhat dazed, and gently pushed his arm.

Duan Xiuqi rubbed his forehead, his thoughts growing more and more hazy.

He vividly remembered twenty years ago when he was in high school, youthful and even worse-tempered. He was feared by everyone in school, a genuine terror.

The first time he saw Bai Chu, that little girl looked at him with disdain and casually threw an apple at his head, splattering its flesh upon impact, with juice flowing down his cheek along his hair.

Everyone thought she was done for, yet she wasn’t.

A sudden urge struck him, and he pushed away the agent’s reaching hand, pulled down his hat, donned his mask, and abruptly stood up, plunging into the crowd…

A group of people: “…?”

What the hell, Duan Xiuqi, where are you running to? Aren’t you afraid of being photographed?

In the midst of the bar crowd, the girl in white had laughter in her eyes. She grabbed the arm of the tall man beside her, “Let’s hurry.”

Bai Chuwei was leaning close to Duan Feihan, whose tall build shielded most of her.

The two pushed through the crowd and left the bar straight away.

“Are you happy?” Duan Feihan noticed the excitement Bai Chuwei could hardly contain.

Bai Chuwei’s naturally upturned eyes blinked fiercely, her voice carrying a hint of joy, “It’s alright.”

Too bad she had to hold back to avoid being discovered, or she would have gone even more over the top.

Duan Feihan’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, and his peripheral vision suddenly caught a figure at the doorway. He frowned slightly, “Third Brother.”