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Xu Chuan's tone remained calm throughout.

It even carried a hint of casual conversation.

Lu Yin's lips moved, his throat dry and parched.

"What...do you mean?"

Xu Chuan stopped beating around the bush.

"If you can maintain a normal classmate relationship with Miss Yun, that would be best."

"If not, then we can stop being classmates."

Panic flickered in Lu Yin's eyes.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"Really?" Xu Chuan smiled.

"Besides Beijing, there are thousands of universities across the country and tens of thousands around the world. Choosing a suitable one is not difficult."

"Your parents and relatives have lived in Beijing for most of their lives. If they are willing to move with you to another place, we would be happy to help."

"Of course, if you don't want to change it, then you don't have to. It's all up to you."

Lu Yin clenched his fists, his chest heaving violently.

There was anger in his eyes, but even more so, a sense of powerlessness at having all his cards laid out for him.

After a long time, his shoulders slumped, and his fists slowly loosened.

"I see."

-

The Maybach drove into a French-style villa and came to a smooth stop under the porch.

Seeing that Sheng Yinian hadn't gotten out of the car, Yun Miao remained seated, only opening the window to let in some fresh air.

After Xu Chuan got out of the car, he took the goose out of the trunk and led it to the car window by the rope.

"Miss Yun, what would you like to do with this goose?"

"Let's stew it."

After Yunmiao finished speaking, she looked down at the goose.

The goose remained quiet the entire way.

At that moment, he looked up at her and suddenly let out a "ga".

Yunmiao stared at its beady black eyes for a long time before changing her mind.

"It's not fat enough, let's fatten it up a bit more first."

"Yes, Miss Yun, I will arrange for someone to send it back to the capital immediately."

Sheng Yinian's phone rang.

After the call was connected, a male voice came through the receiver.

"President Sheng, he is at Tianling Mountain."

"Um."

Sheng Yinian hung up the phone and turned his head to look.

Do you have any plans for today?

"No." Yun Miao shook her head.

Their original plan for today was to have free time until evening, and then fly back to Beijing.

"Give me the time?"

"Okay, where are we going?"

"Tianling Mountain."

Yun Miao was stunned for a moment.

What are we going to do at Tianling Mountain?

Is he going to... cause trouble?!

The car drove to the Tianlingshan parking lot.

As soon as Yunmiao got out of the car, she was hit by a wave of heat.

The weather was fine when I went hiking yesterday, but today the sun is blazing, making my scalp ache.

The cable car at Tianling Mountain is operating normally today.

However, there is a very long slope from the parking lot to the cable car boarding point.

Wouldn't it dry out by the sun?

Just as she was worrying, a parasol was placed over her head.

Yunmiao turned her head to look.

Sheng Yinian stood beside her.

She held the umbrella in her right hand, tilting it to block out all the sunlight from her head.

"Let's go."

"it is good."

Along the way, whether she walked fast or slow, or stopped to look at the flowers and plants by the roadside...

The parasol remained steadily over her head.

When Yunmiao was halfway up the slope, her legs started to protest.

strange!

Yesterday, when she climbed the mountain with Xia Xixi and Lin Shuhe, she was able to grit her teeth and persevere through even the steepest slopes.

But today, she didn't want to take a single step.

Sheng Yinian's voice came from above: "Can't walk anymore?"

Yun Miao didn't try to be brave and nodded obediently.

Sheng Yinian glanced at her and switched the umbrella to his left hand.

Then he bent down, slipped his right hand under her knees, gently lifted her up, and pulled her into his arms with one hand.

Yunmiao instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

This is the main road of the scenic area, and tourists come and go along the side.

Everyone looked over, and some even covered their mouths and laughed.

"Sheng Yinian, put me down." She whispered, her face flushed red. "Don't I have any pride?"

Sheng Yinian held an umbrella in one hand and carried her in the other, his steps steady.

"Is saving face more important, or is comfort more important?"

Of course... comfort is the most important!

She buried her face in his shoulder and stopped struggling.

Finally, he even leisurely posted photos of his trip to Ningcheng over the past two days on his WeChat Moments.

Sheng Yinian put her down when they reached the cable car entrance.

The cable car slowly ascended, and the mountain breeze blew in through the gaps, dispelling the heat on our faces.

Upon reaching the mountaintop, Yunmiao spotted the old locust tree by the wall in the distance.

Under the tree, the old monk still lay in his rocking chair, swaying slowly.

Just like yesterday, there was no one in front of him.

On the other side, the long queue outside the main hall stretched out in a winding, meandering line, turning several corners.

Tourists held umbrellas, wore hats, and fanned themselves.

It seems that the "Three Lives Guest" master is indeed famous, with so many people queuing up every day.

Yun Miao sighed and pulled Sheng Yinian to the old locust tree.

The old monk slowly lifted his eyelids.

Upon seeing the two, his expression remained unchanged.

"Yesterday's fortune slip clearly indicated: Each of us has our own spring, even if we are far apart."

"This is ordained by fate; nothing can be forced. Trying again will only bring the same result."

After saying that, he used a palm-leaf fan to push the divination tube forward.

"Draw directly."

Sheng Yinian glanced down at the divination tube and casually pulled out one.

Without reading the contents, he handed it directly to the old monk.

The old monk took it and stared at it, then froze.

He held the fortune stick up to his eyes, examined it twice, and then suddenly sat up from the rocking chair.

Yunmiao leaned over and took a look.

Then, to my surprise, I discovered that the fortune stick was completely blank, without a single word on it.

The old monk slowly raised his head, looked at Sheng Yinian, and there was something indescribable in his eyes.

"Since the temple was built on Tianling Mountain, hundreds of years have passed, and this divination slip has only appeared twice."

His gaze lingered between the two men for a moment.

"Undeniably, things did take an unexpected turn."

Yunmiao opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

Can you do this?

The phone rang suddenly; it was Wen Ruan.

She walked a little further away to answer the phone.

While she was on the phone, the old monk looked at Sheng Yinian.

"Aren't you afraid to come here today, benefactor?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"The will of Heaven is hard to defy."

"What you mean by destiny is that we are destined to meet but not to be together?" Sheng Yinian asked with a faint smile in his eyes. "Master Sanshengke."

The old monk paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Hmm."

Sheng Yinian nodded slightly.

"Since I have no intention of letting go, how can there be any talk of being destined to meet but not to be together?"

This answer was somewhat unexpected by the old monk.

"Since you don't believe in fate, why did you make this trip?"

Sheng Yinian didn't speak again, his indifferent gaze falling on the girl who was on the phone.

The old monk followed his gaze, smiled, and understood.

When Yunmiao returned after making the call, she looked at the two of them.

She had a feeling that something had happened between them that she didn't know about.

"Have you... finished talking?"

"Okay." Sheng Yinian took her hand. "Let's go."

The old monk fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan and watched the two leave.

His face showed both smiles and sighs.

There was also a faint, indescribable thing between his brows.

Whether the unexpected turn of events outside the established procedures is good or bad, who can say for sure?

Yun Miao took a few steps forward, then suddenly wanted to turn back and look at the old monk, but Sheng Yinian stopped her by pressing the back of her head.

"Watch where you're going."