You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Suddenly, the girl turned around and stared at Xiao Yao with a pair of clear, bright eyes.

"what's wrong?"

"Are you just going to stand there with your arms crossed and not help me flag down a car?" Shen Jie blurted out.

Xiao Yao awkwardly took two steps forward and waved his arms vigorously at the passing traffic.

"I'm sorry." Shen Jie switched back to her usual gentle tone.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yao's eyes were fixed on the direction the car came from.

"I shouldn't have come after you..."

"It's nothing," Xiao Yao turned his head nonchalantly. "Really, it's nothing."

Seeing Shen Jie's hesitant expression, Xiao Yao reached out and held her arms: "Anyway, I live with her, so starting today I'll be keeping an eye on her, uh, situation?"

--split line--

Xiao Yao returned to his room and immediately went to knock on Shen Tianyun's wardrobe door.

"Yunyun, are you asleep?" Xiao Yao asked cautiously.

"She's asleep!"

"Ahem," Xiao Yao cleared his throat, "Shall we have a chat?"

"Let's talk about it when she wakes up."

After washing up, Xiao Yao climbed into his bed.

Am I caught in the middle when these two are having a fight?

Xiao Yao had known Shen Tianyun for a week, but he was still quite vague about becoming a father. After all, he was just a 15-year-old boy without parents. In Xiao Yao's eyes, Shen Tianyun was just a good friend, a relative, and a younger sister, nothing more.

But Shen Jie is different. She is very serious, and not just about this one thing.

What just happened felt like a scene from a family drama, but the three participants were all the same age, which made Xiao Yao chuckle. Shen Jie was too mature; she didn't seem like a high school student at all. Even though she was a senior, she was only a year older than him…

Of course, there's nothing wrong with being mature. But...

Xiao Yao placed his hands under the back of his head, his mind racing as he thought about everything that had happened over the past week, his thoughts in complete turmoil.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard the grandfather clock chime, followed by a "clang".

...a sound?

Not the eleventh tone, but the twelfth tone?

Xiao Yao sat up and leaned over; sure enough, it was already one o'clock.

I can't sleep at all.

That damn thief dares to steal girls' underwear in the classroom now. Xiao Yao doesn't even want to think about what he'll do in the future.

And that damned Yu Luying, how dare she conclude that I, Xiao Yao, am the murderer without saying a word?

Just because I like her?

Is it cheap?

Too cheap.

"I don't want to like her anymore!" Xiao Yao muttered to himself fiercely.

As he spoke, Xiao Yao turned himself over.

Thinking about it carefully, this is really disgusting.

As a man, Xiao Yao could easily imagine what the thief would do with Yu Luying's personal belongings.

The unbearable scene didn't need to be deliberately imagined; it lingered in Xiao Yao's mind. Then, a surge of anger mixed with unspeakable heartache and jealousy welled up in his heart.

No, we have to find this kid and get him expelled from school! We have the police put him on trial!

This is not just about clearing one's own name of a minor injustice, but also about promoting the noble spirit of justice in this world!

When the truth comes out, Yu Luying will have to kneel down and cry to apologize in order to be forgiven.

……

An unspeakable desire suddenly struck Xiao Yao.

He got out of bed, carefully checked the door latches, and then drew all the curtains.

Just in case, he moved another chair over and used it to block the wardrobe door.

Then, he squatted down, turned on a flashlight, and pulled out two magazines from under the bed.

He tore off a few tissues and climbed back into bed.

……

……

……

The phone's vibration was unusually loud in the quiet night, startling Xiao Yao.

Who could it be at this hour...?

Xiao Yao impatiently stopped what he was doing, got out of bed, and went barefoot to the desk to pick up his phone.

The caller ID number is Yu Luying's!

"Hey?"

"Xiao Yao!" A girl's voice, trembling with tears, came from the other end of the phone: "What are you doing?"

"Uh...?" Xiao Yao was a little confused: "I didn't do anything."

"You're disgusting, you're a pervert!"

"No, what happened? I really didn't take yours—"

There was no more speech from the other end, only a low sob.

“Yu Luying…”

“If you still want me to talk to you,” Yu Luying finally spoke again after a long pause, “stop what you’re doing right now and go to sleep. I need to talk to you tomorrow.”

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Yao paced around the room for a long time. The curtains were definitely drawn, but a camera? Impossible…

It probably has nothing to do with this. I mean, if we could talk face-to-face and clear up the misunderstanding, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

He didn't know how long he tossed and turned before he finally drifted off to sleep, and slept until the sun was high in the sky.

The 8:30 a.m. Mass had already ended, and although it was Sunday, there weren't many people in the church at this time.

In the quiet, only the chirping of cicadas could be heard outside the hall.

Why did we have to meet here again? Xiao Yao wondered to himself.

Could it be that her uncle is coming to collect yesterday's "debt"?

When he got to the second floor, he heard a male voice coming from the priest's office at the end of the corridor.

“Father Yu…I want to ask you to hear my confession.”

The male voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

"Sit down. You must be a teacher from the school across the street," it was Yu Luying's uncle's voice. "Are you a fellow church member? I haven't seen you here before."

"No, I'm not religious. I just... I don't know who else to talk to."

“Confession is something only church members can do, and it's not usually done face-to-face like this. But since you're willing to ask me for help, I won't stand idly by.”

Is that kind and gentle voice really Yu Luying's grumpy uncle? Wait... a teacher at school? Xiao Yao touched his chin.

"Thank you. Whatever I say, you'll keep it a secret, right?"

“Ha,” Father Yu laughed, “This is a basic code of conduct and bottom line for a clergyman. According to church rules, even if you tell me you killed someone, I cannot call the police.”

"Oh, it's not that bad..."

That voice... could it be my homeroom teacher, Teacher Yao?

"Eavesdropping on confessions again?" The girl's voice was clearly filled with anger.

Xiao Yao turned around: "No, no, I was just looking for you."

Yu Luying tied her hair into a high ponytail today, wore a light blue short-sleeved T-shirt, white knee-length shorts, and plastic sandals without shoes.

The girl's face flushed, and without looking at Xiao Yao, she turned and walked towards another room.

Chapter 21 Symbiosis

2023-07-31

Xiao Yao followed Yu Luying into an empty meeting room. Just as he closed the door, Yu Luying came back and opened it again.

He sat down awkwardly on the leather sofa, while Yu Luying sat at the table, not speaking to him or looking at him, but absentmindedly flipping through a copy of the monthly magazine "Sacred Love" in front of her.

"Um, I really didn't take yours—"

"Stop talking about underwear," the girl said without looking at him. "I didn't call you here today for that."