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

Everyone knew perfectly well that Song Haijian was most likely to follow in Teacher Yao's footsteps, but no one talked about it.

Even after Shen Jie and I returned home, we kept changing the subject and neither of us mentioned Song Haijian's name.

In the end, Shen Jie was the first to not be able to resist mentioning this person.

"What can happen?" Xiao Yao replied casually, "He'll repent, publicly confess his sins to the students at school, and then resign or something..."

"Hmm..." Shen Jie's tone was uncertain.

“This is actually good for him and for the students.” Xiao Yao’s tone made it unclear whether he was trying to persuade Shen Jie or himself.

“Yes, his inner self is indeed…too radical, too twisted,” Shen Jie said softly.

"Besides, we didn't kill his shadow. The four of us didn't do anything."

"Indeed... that's right."

Xiao Yao forced a smile: "I washed your clothes."

"Xiao Yao," Shen Jie called from behind.

"Call Gouzi."

"Dog Xiao Yao".

"?" What the heck?

"It's nothing," Shen Jie said.

"?" What's going on?

"How about I have Tianyun help me wash it?"

Xiao Yao ignored her and went straight out of the wardrobe.

He went to the soap bar and began to wash the two pieces of underwear, one yellow and one red, that were bubbling in the basin.

The boy gently squeezed the pure cotton underwear, feeling its soft and delicate texture.

A writer born in the 0s once said that holding a book in one's hands is as reassuring as a woman lying in her own bed.

Xiao Yao felt that holding these two small pieces of clothing in his hands was as reassuring as holding love itself.

He put the underwear back into the wash basin, added detergent, rubbed it a few times, and then added some warm water. He gently kneaded the underwear, feeling its softness and delicacy; the touch immersed him in a romantic atmosphere. He could feel each fiber sliding across his fingertips, just like Shen Jie herself.

If Daiyu knew, she would definitely laugh at him, but Xiao Yao felt that Shen Jie had already done so much for him, and she deserved to be treated this way.

However, if one day, she could occasionally help herself wash her hands...

Just thinking about it makes a strange smile appear on my lips.

Suddenly, a telephone rang from the bedroom.

The ringtone of this landline was always unpleasant, a sudden, sharp, and piercing sound, especially noticeable in the dead of night, always giving Xiao Yao a strange sense of unease and foreboding.

Xiao Yao put down the foam-stained underwear, casually wiped her wet hands on a towel, and ran to the bedroom.

It's Yu Luying's voice.

"What's wrong, Yingying?" Xiao Yao's voice trembled slightly because of a very bad premonition.

“Song Haijian, Teacher Song, is dead,” Yu Luying said, her voice trembling.

"?" Xiao Yao was stunned for a moment: "What did you say?"

"Teacher Song just died in a car accident."

Chapter 149 Interrupted Pleasure

2023-04-02

Xiao Yao dropped the phone and stumbled into his daughter's room.

Fortunately, no one was using the spittoon or changing clothes.

Shen Tianyun had already returned and was happily slurping up a bowl of yellow croaker noodles, while Shen Jie grumbled, "How many times have I told you, knock before coming in—"

“Song Haijian just died!” Xiao Yao said in a hoarse voice.

"Dead? What do you mean?" Shen Tianyun looked up from her bowl of noodles and asked cautiously.

Shen Jie looked at Xiao Yao with the same question in her eyes.

“Dead, that’s it,” Xiao Yao told them. “Yu Luying called to say it was a car accident.”

Shen Tianyun's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly. She put down the bowl and picked up her phone.

"How is it?" Xiao Yao asked anxiously.

……

"say something!"

"Stop arguing," Shen Tianyun said, shaking her head as she swiped the screen. "I can't find it anymore. None of the people who found Song Haijian are teachers. The news articles we found last time are gone."

"How can we not find it?" Xiao Yao was stunned. "Even if history has been changed, it can't be that Song Haijian just disappeared without a trace, vanished into the river of history, right?"

“Tianyun,” Shen Jie’s tone sounded quite calm, “After you’ve finished eating, go back to your father’s room to sleep.”

"Not again?" Shen Tianyun said angrily, "Why don't you two move out?"

After their daughter was moved to the next room, Xiao Yao and Shen Jie had a serious discussion about the issue.

“Actually, it’s normal that you can’t find it anymore,” Shen Jie said, sitting at the dining table with one hand supporting her chin and the other holding a bunch of keys. “Think about it, Song Haijian made headlines in 2023, and there are still traces of news about him online in 2034. That’s normal, right?”

“Ah,” Xiao Yao said.

“But if he were just an ordinary teacher, and died in an ordinary car accident in 2004, wouldn’t it be normal that you can’t find him online?” Shen Jie concluded.

“That’s true…” Xiao Yao muttered, “Why do you suddenly sound like Director Lin?”

"The key question is, is his death related to what we did today?" Shen Jie leaned closer. "Even if Shadow was killed by that Paddington guy, it still—"

“Nottingham,” Xiao Yao said.

"Oh well, whatever. Anyway, shouldn't he have become a complete idiot like your teacher Yao? How could he have died?"

"Is that the problem?" Xiao Yao said, "Is it just a pure coincidence, a pure accident?"

“Hmm… I don’t understand,” Shen Jie frowned slightly, “Could it be because… no, that doesn’t make sense either.”

"...Who exactly is this Earl of Nottington and Joan?" Xiao Yao turned his gaze to the mist outside the window.

“I have a feeling,” Shen Jie said thoughtfully, “that these two are people you know.”

"What, for—"

“Don’t ask me why, it’s a woman’s intuition,” Shen Jie said.

"Why did those two... kill Teacher Song?" Xiao Yao seemed to be talking to himself.

"I don't know, I just killed them anyway." Shen Jie pursed her lips. "In that situation, if they hadn't made a move, I probably would have done it myself to protect myself."

"...Sigh, it's really hard to describe." Xiao Yao rubbed his temples with both hands: "Actually, Old Song, this kind of person..."

"Alright, you want to sympathize with everyone, you want to empathize with everyone, but you don't sympathize with yourself, you don't sympathize with your old... your friends." Shen Jie casually complained.

“?” Xiao Yao said.

"You should have sympathy for the teacher who harasses and steals from female students."

“He didn’t steal any underwear, nor did he harass any female students,” Xiao Yao said angrily.

"You should also sympathize with the teacher who wants to drive you to ruin and destroy your future."

"Ugh……"

"Could it be that in the future I'll be attracted to you for this reason? It can't be that bad..." Shen Jie cupped her face in her hands, deep in thought.

The two couldn't reach a conclusion and sat idly at the table, the atmosphere somewhat dull.

……

Shen Jie covered her mouth and let out a long yawn.

"I'm sleepy, go to sleep." The girl stood up, walked to her daughter's bed, and stretched lazily.

Xiao Yao followed along without hesitation.

"What are you doing?" Shen Jie asked calmly, drawing a question mark in the air.

"Go to sleep," Xiao Yao said matter-of-factly.

The girl pointed to the sofa.

"I don't want to." Xiao Yao reached out and wrapped his arms around Shen Jie's waist.

“Okay, then I’ll sleep on the sofa,” the girl said calmly.

"I...no..."

It seemed as if a fire was burning in Xiao Yao's heart.

Today's near-death experience, and Song Haijian's violent death, weigh heavily on my heart like a large stone.

He felt he needed a little encouragement and support to...get away from the situation.