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

"Then I'll sit here... with you, even the hardest and most tiring times will feel sweet."

"As you wish."

A sweet breath, accompanied by ticklish black hair, caressed Xiao Yao's face. Before he knew it, the boy had fallen asleep in the embrace of spring.

Xiao Yao was woken up by someone stepping on him, not knowing how many hours he had slept.

Yes, step on it.

When I was woken up by being stepped on, it was just getting light. I didn't know when I was lying on the sofa again, and the blanket covering me was already neatly tucked in.

How did Shen Jie, with her small frame and weight, manage to lift herself from under the sofa onto it? Can't she at least respect classical mechanics or ergonomics?

Xiao Yao rested her head on the armrest of the sofa, and one of her delicate feet, encased in a beige athletic sock, rested on her chest.

"Huh?" Xiao Yao squinted and asked the owner of the delicate feet, puzzled.

"Morning run, Mass," the girl said succinctly.

Xiao Yao felt like his whole body was about to fall apart, as if he were glued to the sofa: "You...go...by yourself, I'm too tired..."

As he spoke, his head tilted to the side and drooped down again.

……

The boy felt an amazing touch that made him lift his drooping head again.

He was forced to open his eyes again, then lowered his eyelids in a daze.

The soft cotton socks pressed against his chin, bringing a warm and gentle feeling that made him feel relaxed and at ease.

The girl's soft breaths carried a refreshing scent, filling him with excitement and anticipation. At the same time, the fine cotton threads wove into neat lines, gently gliding across his chin. In that instant, he felt as if he were in a warm and beautiful dream.

Xiao Yao took a bite, but the girl was faster than him, retracting her foot with lightning speed.

"Get up!" Xiao Yao said.

"Get up or not, it's up to you," Shen Jie rolled her eyes. "I don't know who was it that was begging me the other day, saying, 'I'm going to pursue you again~~ I'll follow you wherever you go~~~'"

"Ha...that's me!" Xiao Yao threw off the blanket and jumped off the sofa. Shen Jie had already thrown the clothes she was going to wear onto his stomach.

The boy suddenly remembered that his mother used to urge him to get up for school in the same way when he was a child.

Shen Jie dug out that damn black cropped sports top again today—I shouldn't have stopped her when she wanted to cut it.

The short design added a touch of playfulness and vitality to her look. The white athletic shorts perfectly showcased her slender legs and rounded hips, exuding a vibrant energy.

Paired with off-white athletic socks and sneakers, the entire sportswear outfit is simple yet stylish, full of youthful energy and vitality.

Except for Xiao Yao's complaint that she was showing too much skin, she was practically perfect.

Deprived of his right to speak, the son-in-law silently followed behind the young woman, beginning his morning run for the day.

The morning sun shone on the quiet streets as Xiao Yao followed Shen Jie toward the school.

The girl's steps were light yet powerful, as if she were chasing something, and the scenery around her flashed by quickly: parks, squares, and shops.

The traces left by last night's heavy rain had not completely disappeared, and Shen Jie carefully avoided the puddles on the road to avoid getting her shoes and socks wet.

Everything was enveloped in the tranquility of the early morning.

By the time Xiao Yao reached the bridge in front of the school, her breathing was already a little rapid, but the girl didn't seem tired at all.

As the morning light gradually disappeared into the gray clouds, Shen Jie and Xiao Yao rushed into the side door of the Sacred Heart Church, following the sound of the clappers being struck on the altar.

During the morning Mass, Yu Bo invited the congregation to pray for the newly deceased Song Haijian, which surprised Xiao Yao a little.

After the Mass ended, the first thing Yu Bo said as he walked into his office on the second floor was, "Why are you dressed like this in the church?"

"Ah, me?" Shen Jie paused for a moment, then pointed to her nose.

She glanced at Yu Luying, who was dressed in long sleeves and trousers, and then realized that Yu Bo could only be referring to herself.

Yu Bo seemed to realize at this moment that Shen Jie was not a member of his church, so he lowered his voice: "Whether or not you are a member, especially when you come to church, you should still be dignified."

"I'll be more careful next time," Shen Jie said decisively.

Xiao Yao secretly gave Yu Bo a thumbs up, thinking to himself, "A righteous hero."

"What are your thoughts on Mr. Song's unfortunate passing?" Yu Bo got to the point, his voice betraying his anxiety.

"I still feel that it wasn't an accident." Yu Luying seemed to be still in shock.

"Any new information?" Xiao Yao asked.

Yu Bo replied, "I found out that Song Haijian left the school alone shortly before we left, braving the heavy rain. The accident site was not far from the school. The driver claimed that Song Haijian 'suddenly appeared,' which cannot be confirmed at the moment, but we have indeed not found any grudges or entanglements between the driver and Song Haijian."

“The Earl of Nottingham and Joan killed Song Haijian’s shadow, but wasn’t it more than just leading to his degeneration?” Shen Jie cautiously speculated, “From a conspiracy theory perspective, could it also have induced him to commit suicide?”

"I absolutely cannot allow this to happen before my eyes!" Yu Bo slammed his fist on his large desk. "We must find out who those two people are!"

The three boys exchanged bewildered glances, all thinking, "Even if you ask me, I..."

Xiao Yao hesitated for a moment, then weakly asked, "Could it be... related to Zhao Xiaomei? I'm just guessing—"

"Go on," Yu Bo nodded and instructed.

Chapter 151 Xiao Yao's ex-girlfriend?

2023-04-04

It was still early, but the city was already bustling with activity.

Morning light filters through the gaps between the tall buildings, casting pale yellow shadows on the walls of the Sacred Heart Church.

The exterior walls of the Sacred Heart Church are ancient red brick walls, with mottled surfaces bearing the marks of history, giving them a particularly dignified and charming appearance.

The church roof has rows of beautiful spires that reflect the morning light.

"Why do you think it's related to Zhao Xiaomei?" Yu Luying asked, puzzled.

The tall girl in the priest's office was taller than most girls her age.

She was wearing the St. Francis Secondary School uniform jacket and trousers, a red and pink tracksuit that wasn't particularly fitted, but still accentuated her delicate features and tall figure.

Yu Luying's school uniform trousers weren't tight, but they still accentuated the shape of her long, slender legs. Her white sneakers looked clean, while her white cotton socks highlighted the curves of her ankles, giving her a fresh and natural look.

"I can't really say, maybe it's just a gut feeling," Xiao Yao stammered. "Do you guys remember the day of my birthday party, when time suddenly stopped?"

Yu Bo raised his eyebrows: "I remember—oh, right, I was there at the time, but I wasn't there either."

Just like yesterday, he was wearing a black robe that reached his ankles, with a white cardboard patch attached to the collar below his collarbone.

“At the time, Zhao Xiaomei was in the photo room. It seemed like she went out to make a phone call. She looked like most of the other people, and she wasn’t moving. For safety’s sake, I went out and threw her in. But when she fell to the ground, I vaguely heard her cry out,” Xiao Yao recalled.

"So what if you called out once?"

"What's the big deal about making a sound when you get thrown? I think you're just thinking about other women..." Shen Jie complained.

"Has your collective intelligence gone offline?" Xiao Yao was so anxious that his words became jumbled: "If she were really trapped in time, why would she scream?"

Shen Jie's top hem just covered her abdomen and below, highlighting her abs, which made Xiao Yao want to touch them.

He had to admit to himself that if she were only wearing it for him, it would indeed look quite good.

"So, Xiao Shen, what do you think?" the priest asked Shen Jie.

"That Paladin Baron who performs monkey tricks—"

“The Earl of Nottingham,” Xiao Yao corrected.

"Alright, Huntington, this guy is clearly familiar with some of us and is hostile towards Xiao Yao. Xiao Yao, do you have any thoughts on this?"

Xiao Yao pondered, resting his chin on his hand: "Two months ago, there would have been plenty of guys who were familiar with me but also hostile. But if we're only looking at recent events, Wang Ming is one of them."

"What exactly is going on between you and this person?" Shen Jie pressed.

"Nothing much happened," Xiao Yao said casually, "It just broke up Yu Luying and me—"

Yu Luying asked, bewildered, "What are you talking about?"

"Then they secretly instigated the whole class to isolate me for a year, and then they pulled out my valve core, and I got beaten up by Brother Long and Daiyu."

Yu Luying said unhappily, "Teacher Song said you instructed your classmates to beat someone up. So it's true?"

“I didn’t,” Xiao Yao said angrily, “but I hope I did it.”

“Of course I know about your mess with Wang Ming,” Shen Jie said. “What I’m asking is, what exactly did you do to offend him?”

"I fucking—" Xiao Yao blurted out, then remembered they were in a church: "I want to know too."

Yu Luying shook her head: "No, no, if Teacher Song were to mess with you, it would be exactly what Wang Ming wanted. He'd be overjoyed, so why would he jump out at this moment to stab Teacher Song in the back and help you out?"

"What if he has a grudge against Teacher Song?"

“Don’t you know? Ever since Teacher Song came, Wang Ming has been his little follower,” Yu Luying told Xiao Yao. “Everyone in the class is saying that next semester Teacher Song might remove Chen Lu from the class monitor position and give it to Wang Ming.”

"Damn, how come I had no idea?" Xiao Yao said.

"You're always immersed in your own world, detached from the class, and you even complain that people are isolating you," Yu Luying teased.

Xiao Yao was somewhat displeased.

Yu Luying realized she had gone a bit too far and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Besides, even if he says one thing to Teacher Song's face and another behind his back, he should just stand by and watch, and wait for us to fight it out before he comes down to reap the rewards."

Xiao Yao nodded and said, "That's indeed unlikely. Could it be Daiyu? He keeps asking me to introduce him to girlfriends and even helped me teach Wang Ming a lesson, but I only agreed and didn't actually do anything for him—oh right, doesn't he also have free time during filming hours?"