My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 143 Door God Xia Li

Chapter 144 Door God Xia Li

There was still no news from Tao Xiang, and the wicked woman never came, but Song Che's nightmares had disappeared. He only had ordinary dreams when he slept, and sometimes he didn't dream at all. Everything returned to peace.

With the college entrance examination just around the corner, Song Che couldn't afford to waste his time. After two days without any issues, he resumed his plans, and everything seemed normal. But then something suddenly went wrong.

Song Che didn't know if he had suddenly become enlightened, but his ability to understand knowledge had improved significantly. Bottlenecks that he couldn't break through before were becoming easier to overcome recently. Moreover, his mental state was excellent, and his physical fitness was also improving. He had become stronger in all aspects.

This is a good thing.

But Xia Li didn't seem to agree; she sensed the presence of magic.

This may not necessarily be a good thing.

Since that day, Song Che's grades have improved rapidly, and the last two months have passed by in a flash. Although Song Che had his doubts, becoming smarter seemed like a good thing. Good grades meant a better future, while poor grades meant a hard life ahead.

With his mind becoming sharper and his diligence over the past few months, Song Che was no longer afraid of the college entrance examination. His initial worries had also disappeared, and his mind was full of solutions to various types of questions and various flexible adaptability techniques.

Is this what enlightenment is?

No, it should be called "enlightenment."

The wicked woman knew very well that she didn't belong here, but she was unwilling to leave. She had long since sorted out everything. The Song Che of that time was the same Song Che of today. The peach fragrance he asked about back then was a fabricated one. He was about to take his exams back then, and he is about to take his exams now.

She didn't intend to disturb Song Che's exam. She was waiting, and once the college entrance exam was over, she would show up and go find Song Che.

This is an opportunity, another chance to make a choice with Song Che.

Her magic is now unmatched, her potion recipes surpass even the forbidden ones. She has spent countless years alone, exploring every possible path. She can manipulate the forbidden, forcibly reducing the cost, to find the past Song Che. Back then, Song Che's choices were not his own, and whatever choice he made was wrong.

But now, she can give Song Che more choices.

She has a bottle of the elixir of immortality.

However, being a witch, she could not resist the erosion of time. She could live, but her soul was already corrupted. She remembered all her memories, but the order began to get messed up, and she could not distinguish what was one and what was two.

Is she really Xia Li? Does she have the right to steal Song Che? Does she truly exist now, or is she merely a small ring in the entire time loop, not belonging to this time?

She had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but she felt that she should try her best in everything.

She could give Song Che the best. If Song Che wanted to get into a good university, she could help him. If Song Che wanted power and status, she could help him too.

She sat opposite Song Che, looking at him and at Xia Li, whose face was intact. The sense of dislocation caused her to lose her composure every time.

She sat there for two months, watching Song Che get up and wash, eat with Xia Li, talk to Xia Li, help her straighten her collar, and have heart-to-heart talks with her about the future and ideals, what liking really means, and whether she was a real person now.

Memories are being stirred.

Did she and Song Che do these things?

Memories appear suddenly, then disappear just as suddenly.

She was captivated.

As winter turned to spring, she witnessed every little detail of their life together. Song Che bought Xia Li some beautiful clothes, and after shedding her hoodies and heavy coats, Xia Li looked much more presentable.

The weather has lost its winter chill and has become slightly warmer.

Xia Li and Song Che, dressed casually, were walking around in front of her. Her body was enveloped in magic, and she remained motionless until Xia Li encouraged Song Che, "Good luck on the college entrance exam."

"come on."

Her mind started working again, and her body subconsciously followed the two of them. She saw that they were walking very close together to the examination hall. The girl named Xia Li was a little different from her. Her emotions were more genuine than hers. She had never been taught anything, but Xia Li had taught her. Should she have taught her back then?

She regretted it a little.

She followed them out the door. The morning of the college entrance examination was quiet, with most of the students taking the exam on the street. Song Che and Xia Li went downstairs, and Zhang Shushu was also at the door. She insisted on coming, and the whole family walked to the examination hall together. Along the way, Zhang Shushu reminded them of the precautions for the admission ticket and so on a hundred times.

She watched quietly; she had already shown her exam admission ticket to Song Che when she went downstairs.

Nobody noticed.

She watched Song Che enter the examination room and take his seat. Outside the school gate, Xia Li and Zhang Shushu were still there, seemingly prepared to wait. They were talking, but she didn't care what they were saying. She sat next to Song Che, keeping him company.

Song Che didn't seem very nervous, but she still gave him a calming magic blessing. Song Che seemed to remember things very well, so she still gave him a memory blessing. Song Che seemed to have no problems at all, but she still gave him all the blessings she could.

She found herself becoming increasingly selfish, and her thoughts kept changing. Initially, she only wanted to help the current Xia Li understand how to like someone, how to keep Song Che, and how to make a choice that Song Che wouldn't regret. But she discovered something else: she taught the current Xia Li, and Xia Li, in turn, influenced her. Xia Li's feelings were interconnected with hers, and she became increasingly selfish. She wanted to directly interfere with Xia Li and let the future invade the past.

She was certain of this, because she could feel it as she walked along the timeline.

She is on this line.

A curved line.

She sat next to Song Che, watching him work diligently on the Chinese language questions, from multiple choice to reading comprehension. Song Che rarely paused; he looked spirited and extremely confident. She watched him with a smile on her lips.

She watched Song Che write his essay, and every word revealed his yearning for the future.

She watched Song Che finish his test, hand it in, and then go outside with his aunt. Xia Li went home and watched him start his second test, a math test, a science test, a test that didn't conform to the laws of magic at all.

After the exam, Zhang Shushu took the two of them out to eat and go shopping. Jiang Shuo and Zhang Hanyu also invited them out.

She never found an opportunity to interfere.

She wondered, could she really interfere?

No.

But she had to do it; otherwise, things would still end badly. Xia Li couldn't do it now, but she could.

She thought that Xia Li, now, would probably do the same thing in the future.

She was waiting, waiting for the time when Song Che and Xia Li would be at home with nothing to do.

She's going to show up.

After the college entrance exam was over and he had a few days of fun, things returned to normal, and Song Che slept very soundly.

After months of tension, I suddenly relaxed. My mind was blank, I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, it was already nine o'clock the next morning.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains. Song Che lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling for half a minute, when he suddenly realized that he didn't need to do any homework today.

No questions are required.

No need to memorize vocabulary.

No need to flip through the error notebook.

This feeling is a bit unfamiliar, like suddenly losing your job.

He turned his head to look beside him. There were creases on the pillow; the blanket was partially pulled back. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and then—

bed.

Xia Li usually wakes him up in the morning, but today it's nine o'clock and there's still no sound.

Xia Li has fallen asleep too?

He walked out the door and first looked towards the kitchen.

There was no one in the kitchen, and the pots and pans weren't touched, which meant Xia Li probably hadn't gotten up yet.

Then I'll cook something myself.

He took a couple of steps and suddenly two figures appeared in his line of sight.

The two figures faced off in the living room, but neither spoke. They just stared at each other coldly, their expressions tense and menacing, as if they were about to start a fight at any moment.

Xia Li stared at her with wide eyes, and the wicked woman also stared at her with wide eyes.

Song Che felt that the two of them were like squirrels with their fur standing on end, acting as if they were the ones in charge.

No way, what the hell are you doing here!

Was I dreaming again?

He pinched himself, then glanced at the passersby outside the window; this was reality.

The question is, why did the bad woman suddenly appear?

The two of them were still glaring at each other angrily.

Is this even reasonable?

The two people in the living room also noticed Song Che. Xia Li spoke up, "You're awake. Would you like some eggs? I'll make them for you now."

Before Song Che could speak, the wicked woman said, "I can make it too. Wait for me to make it for you."

"No, you two—" Song Che hurriedly interrupted, "Since when did you two start this—never mind, when did she arrive?"

I saw her at eight o'clock in the morning.

"So you two stared at each other for an hour?" Song Che grinned, unable to hold back, "Why didn't you call me?"

"I saw you were sleeping, so I didn't ask her to disturb you," the wicked woman replied.

"—You, I, you're lying." Xia Li immediately became agitated.

"Um, why don't you two chat first, and I'll—start cooking?" Song Che had a headache; he didn't know what to do first.

The two Xia Lis remained silent, continuing to glare at each other without even blinking.

Standing at the bedroom door, Song Che suddenly felt like a stranger who had wandered into a battlefield. He took a step toward the kitchen, wanting to slip away, but both of them turned to look at him.

"Where are you going?" Xia Li asked.

"Let's cook—cook," Song Che said. "You guys continue."

"I'm not hungry," the wicked woman said. "Don't go."

"Me too—" Xia Li paused, "I'm not particularly hungry either."

Song Che stopped and looked at the two people. One had silver hair, and the other had black hair; they looked exactly alike.

The clothes the bad woman was wearing were clearly Xia Li's; they were light-colored hoodies, but a bit thick, not suitable for wearing now.

"Why are you wearing my clothes?" Xia Li suddenly asked.

The wicked woman looked down at herself. "I have no clothes."

"Then you can't wear mine."

"I wore it."

"Take it off."

"I won't take it off."

Song Che listened from the side, feeling a throbbing in his temples. The two of them spoke in exactly the same tone, both straightforward and blunt, without any beating around the bush.

"Um—" he began.

Two people were looking at him at the same time.

"Why don't you sit down first?" Song Che pointed to the sofa. "Standing is tiring."

Xia Li thought for a moment and then sat down.

The wicked woman thought for a moment and then sat down.

The two people sat at opposite ends of the sofa, with a large empty space in between, like being separated by a river.

Song Che sat down on the single sofa next to them and looked at them.

There were three people, but no one spoke.

Only three pairs of eyes met, creating a slightly awkward atmosphere.

After a long pause, Xia Li spoke, "What are you doing here?"

"Look at him." The wicked woman pointed at Song Che.

"Have you finished watching?"

"no."

"How much longer will it take?"

The wicked woman thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know."

Xia Li pursed her lips and remained silent.

Watching from the side, Song Che suddenly felt that the scene was a bit absurd. Two Xia Lis, one he knew and one from the future, were sitting together like two children fighting over a toy.

Oh no, the future Xia Li is yet to be confirmed; it could be an illusion created by a wicked woman.

"Are you hungry?" he asked the wicked woman.

The bad woman paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Then—I'll go cook." Song Che stood up. "You guys, don't fight."

Both Xia Li looked at him at the same time, then turned back at the same time, looking at each other.

Song Che slipped into the kitchen and left the door slightly ajar. He leaned against the stove and took a deep breath.

What's going on?

The future Xia Li suddenly appeared, and the present Xia Li blocked her way. The two glared at each other for an hour.

He suddenly felt like laughing.

He opened the refrigerator and found eggs, tomatoes, green peppers, and meat inside. He thought for a moment and decided to cook something simple since it wasn't quite morning or noon yet, so he'd eat a little something and have something else for lunch.

While he was cutting tomatoes, he heard a sound coming from the living room.

"How did you get the injury on your face?" Xia Li asked.

"I did it myself," the wicked woman said.

"?"

"Because people said that Song Che only liked me because of my appearance, I shaved my face, but Song Che still likes me."

Xia Li fell silent. She was actually capable of doing such a thing; she couldn't stand being falsely accused.

However, this matter—

"Does it hurt?" Xia Li's voice suddenly became softer.

The bad woman didn't say anything.

Song Che peeked outside. The two Xia Lis were still sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, but the silver-haired one had her head down, while the black-haired one was looking out the window.

After a long silence, the wicked woman spoke, "I'm used to it."

Song Che retreated into the kitchen and continued chopping vegetables. After a while, he heard footsteps. Turning around, he saw two people standing at the kitchen doorway, one on the left and one on the right, like two door gods.

The two generals, Heng and Ha, look very alike.

"What?" he asked.

"Watching you cook," Xia Li said.

"Me too," the bad woman said.

Song Che glanced at them and said, "Stand there and don't move. Don't squeeze in."

The two nodded and stood there.

Song Che boiled the eggs and took them out. Then he poured in oil, added tomatoes, and poured the eggs back in.

Add salt and sugar, stir a couple of times, and it's ready to serve.

He handed the plate to Xia Li, "Take it out."

Xia Li took it and placed it on the table.

Song Che made egg drop soup again and brought it out on a plate. Two sets of bowls and chopsticks were already set on the table. Xia Li sat on one side, while the wicked woman stood next to her, unsure of where to sit. Xia Li was sitting in her seat, and she was unsure of what to do.

Song Che took another set of bowls and chopsticks. "Sit here with me, I'll find another stool."

The wicked woman sat down opposite Xia Li, and the two looked like they were about to fight again.

The three people sat around the table, looking at the dishes in front of them.

"Eat up," Song Che said.

Both Xia Li's picked up their chopsticks at the same time, each grabbing a piece of egg. Neither would give way, so they broke the egg into pieces, each taking half and putting it in their mouths at the same time, chewing it simultaneously.

Then they both looked at Song Che.

"It's delicious," Xia Li said.

"It's delicious," the wicked woman said.

Song Che looked at them and suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Xia Li asked.

"It's nothing," Song Che said, "I just feel—"

He paused for a moment, then said, "You two are so alike."

The two Xia Lis glanced at each other, then turned away simultaneously.

After finishing his meal, Song Che washed the dishes. Two Xia Lis stood beside him, one on the left and one on the right, still like two door gods.

"Aren't you going to sit down for a while?" Song Che asked.

"I won't sit."

"Me too," the bad woman said.