My wife is a witch princess.

Each item further branches out into sub-items and to-do lists, making it look somewhat chaotic.

Some parts are circled in red, which are the more difficult parts to handle. For example, when testing DNA, there was no biological information about Xia Li at all.

Some were marked with lines... After doing all this, Song Che still felt rather confused. This matter was actually quite bad, after all, it was about giving a legal identity to an unregistered person.

Song Che's gaze fell on the words "orphanage".

He picked up his pen, thought for a while, and then jotted down a few lines at random.

The address and phone number of the social welfare center over there seem to be different.

What is the procedure for receiving homeless and lost minors? Let's take a look at Tao Xiang and Tao Yao's previous identities.

You also need a health certificate, but that shouldn't be a problem.

The most crucial question is how to get Xia Li to reasonably replace Tao Xiang's older sister without triggering an investigation?

One question after another, he stared at the words, his brow furrowed.

It's easy to talk about it on paper, but actually taking this path is fraught with problems; every step is fraught with uncertainty. The issue of household registration and such keeps popping into his head.

And that wicked woman, and those gold coins, and that knife in my dream... Things haven't been going well lately.

Gold coins are alright; you can exchange them for money.

He was lost in thought, his pen lingering on the paper for too long, leaving a black dot.

Song Che exhaled, leaned back, closed his eyes, and tidied his head.

Don't rush, don't rush.

The more rushed you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes.

We need to take it one step at a time, first gather information, find the easiest starting point, or perhaps we shouldn't rush things and let Xia Li continue living her life...

"Song Che".

A sound came from the doorway.

Song Che opened his eyes and saw Xia Li standing at the door of the room at some point. She was still holding a pen in her hand, her blue eyes falling on his face, then moving to his open notebook.

“You’ve been back for a long time, why didn’t you call me?” she said.

"Okay, I was watching you do your homework, so I didn't disturb you." Song Che sat up straight and closed his notebook halfway.

It wasn't that he wanted to hide it from her, but he hadn't figured out how to explain those issues and anxieties to her yet, and Xia Li didn't quite understand them either.

Xia Li walked in and went to his desk. She saw that Song Che was still frowning.

"Did you not do well on your exam?"

"It's alright, I've finished all the questions." Song Che smiled, raising his hand to rub his temples. "I'm just a little tired."

Xia Li stared at him quietly for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and touched the wrinkle between his eyebrows.

"It's wrinkled here, let me rub it for you." She rubbed the area with her fingertips.

Her movements were a bit clumsy, and she didn't use much force, which made Song Che feel a little itchy.

He grabbed her hand: "Okay, okay, if you keep rubbing it, you'll break the skin."

Xia Li withdrew her hand, her gaze returning to the notebook: "Is this new 'study material'?"

She used a new word she had learned, but it wasn't a good word; it was Schrödinger's word.

Song Che paused for a moment, then decided to tell the truth. He remembered that he had said before that he wanted to face Xia Li.

"I guess so, but it's not something the school requires." He opened his notebook, flipped to the first page, and pushed it between the two of them. "It's about... how you'll stay here in the future, which is your issue of being an undocumented immigrant."

Xia Li looked at those words.

Although I don't understand some of the terminology, I can grasp the general meaning. These things are actually similar to those of Hitler.

"These are all... things to do?" she asked, looking at him.

“Yes, there are many things to do, most of them need to be done, and some need to be understood.” Song Che pointed to the messy notes. “It’s like solving a problem, you need to do it step by step, and each step has to be calculated correctly. I’m sorting out the steps now to see which one to do first.”

Xia Li seemed to be deep in thought; she had just learned how to solve problems.

She looked at the notes for a while longer; the handwriting was a bit messy. She found one she recognized and pointed to the note that said, "Identity verification requires Tao Yao," and asked, "What does this mean?"

"It's just... we might need Tao Yao's help, to use some of her abilities to make it seem like you have no problem getting the identity documents. We're currently thinking of switching the prince with a fox spirit," Song Che explained. "But I don't know if it will work. Tao Yao's cooperation is a problem."

"Oh." Xia Li understood. She was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "I can help."

Song Che was taken aback: "Help?"

"Yes, I've learned how to solve equations." She pointed to the content. "Although it's more complicated, I can learn it. Is it about fabricating information?"

Song Che subconsciously wanted to say, "You don't need to worry about these things."

But she doesn't need to be hidden behind someone.

She is Xia Li.

Moreover, this was originally about her.

“…Okay.” Song Che nodded. “Let’s work together to figure out a solution and go through the steps together.”

He pulled the notebook back and flipped to the last few pages, where he had written down some regulations he had found and contact persons he might need. The notes were a bit messy, and he would have to reorganize them later.

"Xia Li, look, first of all, what happens to a child's identification document if they go missing from an orphanage..."

He began to speak little by little, trying to use language that Xia Li could understand.

Xia Li listened attentively, occasionally asking questions that went straight to the point, sometimes even making Song Che stop and think again.

When the conversation reached the point where it might require fabricating some past experiences, Xia Li suddenly asked, "So, what kind of past do I need to recall?"

Looking at Xia Li's calm face, he realized that for her, this matter might not only be about solving a problem, but also about how to fabricate a life that she didn't actually have.

“…A past that won’t arouse suspicion, but is also impossible to trace.” Song Che said slowly, “You might have to come from a very remote place, preferably the deepest mountains in the mountains, where you have no family and have been wandering all the way…and eventually you happen to be noticed by the relevant authorities. But this has nothing to do with the orphanage. That’s something we’ll consider once you’ve been completely exposed. For now, you can use Tao Yao’s identity.”

"That is to say, I need to 'become' another person. A person without Hit, without temples, and without magic."

“It’s not about becoming someone else,” Song Che corrected her. “You are still you. It’s just… in order for others to accept you here, we need to give a reasonable explanation for ‘why you are here.’ That explanation is false, but you are real.”

Xia Li looked at him, and after a few seconds, she nodded: "I understand. It's like using 'x' and 'y' to replace real numbers to set up an equation, but the relationship you get after solving it is real."

This analogy made Song Che laugh.

"Yes, that's pretty much the idea."

Song Che continued speaking, and Xia Li occasionally jotted down a few keywords on her own draft paper, but she couldn't use those to calculate the x and y terms.

When Song Che mentioned that a specific process might take months or even longer, he stopped and rubbed his sore neck.

"...That's about it. There are still many uncertainties, we'll have to find out more gradually."

Xia Li put down her pen and looked at the messy keywords and arrows on her draft paper.

She was silent for a moment before speaking, "It will take a long time."

"Ah."

“During this time, I might… continue to cause you trouble.” As she said this, her eyes were on the paper, and her fingers curled slightly.

Song Che reached out and, on a whim, flicked her forehead.

"You're only bringing this up now? Too late." His voice was laced with laughter. "We've already had enough trouble already, one more won't make a difference."

Xia Li covered her forehead and looked up at him.

"Oh," she responded, putting down her hand and tidying up the draft paper. "So, what should we do next?"

Song Che glanced at the darkening sky outside the window.

"That's enough for today. You can't digest too much information." He stood up. "It's time to make dinner. Have you finished your math problems?"

"Two pages left."

"After we finish that, we can think about the specific steps for the first part while we're eating."

Xia Li nodded, stood up, grabbed her draft paper and pen, and prepared to return to the dining table to continue working on the last two pages of exercises. As she reached the door, she suddenly turned back.

"Song Che".

"Ok?"

"Thank you," she said.

Before Song Che could react, she turned and left.

The road is difficult, and there are many problems.

But at least, he wasn't alone in groping in the dark.

He put away his notebook and locked it in a drawer. The sound of Xia Li chopping vegetables came from the kitchen.

Song Che also went out.

Dinner can be made a little more substantial.

They celebrated the end of the exams, and also celebrated... that they had taken another small step in a difficult but necessary direction.

If they really decide to be together, he wants to marry Xia Li in a grand and glorious way, and he wants Xia Li to be able to boldly do things that require a certain status.

He wants Xia Li to change for the better.

Chapter 92 My Red Envelope is Thicker Than Yours (4k)

The results were announced on a gloomy afternoon.

My phone vibrated; the homeroom teacher had sent an Excel spreadsheet containing the total scores for all subjects in the class group chat.

Song Che opened the app, swiped his finger across the screen a few times, and found his name. His ranking had moved up five places compared to the last mock exam, and his total score was in a respectable range—at least he had reached the undergraduate admission line.

The slight relief he felt after the exam finally settled completely.

He sent the screenshot to his parents.

Less than a minute later, Zhang Shushu called.

She seemed to be in a good mood, and she wasn't asking about grades. "Are you on holiday? Are you coming home for dinner tonight? I'll buy a fish and make a soup for you... and Xiaoli to nourish yourselves."

Zhang Shushu is getting more and more used to calling her Xiaoli.