The Young Matriarch-Chapter 382 - : But What If I Miss You?

Chapter 382: Chapter 382: But What If I Miss You?

“You’re just a vase, propped up by others you could even make it to the second or third tier.”

“Such an excellent mind, going to the entertainment industry is really a waste.”

A group of reporters checked in at the reception desk, and the receptionist said with a smile, “Miss Bai is in the CEO’s office, you can go up directly.”

The reporters were confused: “????”

What’s happening?

The leading figure of Haicheng, the head of the Duan Family, Mr. Duan, is that easy to see?

And they’re letting them go directly to the CEO’s office?

The reporters were befuddled, took the elevator up, and found that the area outside the CEO’s office, which was Duan Feihan’s secretarial team’s working area, didn’t hinder them at all.

The interview scene took a sudden turn, and everyone on site was stunned.

A beautiful young girl was perched sidelong on a desk, her hand tightly clutching a man’s black tie, her porcelain-like face seemed to hold a trace of slight anger, while the man in the luxury office chair had a handsome face smiling tenderly, his eyes filled with adoration.

A reporter said subconsciously, “That’s beautiful, quick, take the shot!” It looked just like a painting.

Shoot your grandpa!

Bai Chuwei waved her hand, and the Venetian blinds on the glass door instantly fell.

A group of reporters shot a whole lot of nothing.

Bai Chuwei tightened her grip on Duan Feihan’s tie, leaned in and whispered, “Hanhan, are you trying to set me up?”

She had just been sitting on his lap, but the moment she sensed the reporters coming up in the elevator, she urgently shifted to the desk.

Duan Feihan: “I did not.”

Bai Chuwei was somewhat annoyed and glared at Duan Feihan’s unflappable expression, suddenly reaching out to pinch his face.

The warmth of her fingertips grazed his skin, and her fingertips trembled unconsciously for a moment.

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“Is it fun?”

Bai Chuwei withdrew her hand, not wanting to bother with him.

Duan Feihan stood up from the swivel chair and whispered in her ear, “I’ll let you play with it later.”

Duan Feihan adjusted his tie and opened the door, with the reporters outside.

“Come on in.”

Bai Chuwei was somewhat speechless, seeing the reporters looking at them with an expression of gossipy interest.

Duan Feihan explained with a comment, “Friend.”

“Oh—got it, got it,” the reporters said with an understanding look, drawing out their tone.

Which friend can sit on Mr. Duan’s desk and tug at his tie?

Not only is her mind sharp, but even her face is exceptionally beautiful! With that face, she could debut directly without any issues.

Duan Feihan asked his secretary to pour water for them.

Bai Chuwei accepted the interview with this group of reporters.

“Bai student, you scored so well, may I ask which university do you intend to apply to? What major?”

Upon hearing this, Bai Chuwei answered directly, “Imperial Capital University. As for the major? I might just draw lots to decide when the time comes.”

Having lived for five thousand years, there’s nothing in this world she doesn’t know, whether it’s literature, calligraphy, foreign languages, finance, or even driving tanks, flying airplanes? She’s even learned to operate submarines.

So, a major? She might as well choose any, since she knew them all anyway.

The people present were struck by a wave of frustration, picking majors by drawing lots, they’ve seen top scholars show off, but never like this…

If you get a less popular major, let’s see you go in laughing and giggling, huh?!

The reporters left with the interview news, faces full of commentary.

Duan Feihan sat in front of the desk, his deep black eyes steadily gazing at her, “You want to apply to Imperial Capital University?”

“Yes,” Bai Chuwei nodded.

In the original story, the original character indeed got accepted into Imperial Capital University.

Duan Feihan’s eyes slightly lowered, his voice neutral, “Haicheng is a five- to six-hour drive from the Imperial Capital.”

“What if I miss you?”