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their conversation anymore, and I interrupted: "Dad, this feels like... are you trying to kick me out""Cough..." Dad blushed."Old Chen interjected, 'Of course, a father can't bear to part with his dau...I was a little caught off guard, looking at Mr. Ou standing in front of me. I didn't know what to say to ease the tension.

Mr. Ou wore black-rimmed glasses, his eyes were stern, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if with a hint of sneer.

"I heard you took the Student Council car yesterday and left them to take taxis home" Mr. Ou asked.

"...I'm sorry, I have an urgent family matter to attend to." I answered awkwardly.

"How urgent is it"

"Um..."

"Yin Luo, you're so bold! Attendance, grades, even failing classes—you don't seem to care about any of it" He chuckled, "I looked at your student file. I know your family is a renowned medical dynasty with plenty of wealth, but you can't treat school and teachers like children's play, can you"

"No, no! Absolutely not, I really had something urgent to take care of yesterday and left in a hurry. I didn't arrange the classmates' itinerary and drove off myself. It was my fault, I'm willing to compensate them for their travel expenses, I'm truly sorry, please forgive me this time" I pleaded with a thick face.

Mr. Ou looked at me coldly, and I noticed that a "fluffy leg" suddenly stretched out from behind his shoulders.

He is our diligent and responsible spirit guardian!

Feng Hun has been following him these two days, he must know where he's been.

I secretly pinched Mu Wanchen's summoning soul-binding finger technique, silently muttering the name of the soul I wanted to bind.

"What's wrong What's on my shoulder Why are you always staring at my shoulder" Teacher Ou frowned slightly.

"I have... I have... that one, the fire of life!" I answered awkwardly with a smile.

"Life fire" he repeated in a low voice.

This is reckless speech. I thought he would mock me, but instead, he furrowed his brow deeply and asked in a low voice, "Do you practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine really believe in something called 'life fire' Can you see it"

"I'm just a humble family running a traditional Chinese medicine shop, I wouldn't dare call myself a doctor." I waved my hand dismissively.

"Come on, what kind of herbal medicine store could have a history of a hundred years and own a large area of old houses Although I'm not some noble person, it's still easy for me to check the family background of a student. You don't need to pretend to be humble, just answer my question."

His tone was severe, giving me no opportunity to be sly or deceitful.

"What's there to answer Our people naturally believe in the fire of life."

Then can you see it

"...This thing is all about feeling." I made up.

"Okay, so how do you feel about it"

His eyes were intense, as if he wanted to extract something from me.

"Teacher Ou, what exactly do you want to know I'm just a little girl who only knows the surface. If you want to ask deep questions, why not go find my father or my senior brothers" I deflected the question.

"No, I'm just asking you... because when I was in the United States, I had a brief encounter with your senior brother. However, we weren't under the same advisor or in the same field of study, and your senior brother is a mysterious figure in the Chinese community. It's rare for me to have the opportunity to meet him." He pushed his glasses up his nose, and what he said left me speechless.

“Me, my senior brother” I felt a pang of unease in my heart.

Teacher Ou looked around and sighed, "This isn't a place to talk. Come on, let's go to the Left Bank Cafe outside the school's side gate."

He cocked his head at me, signaling for me to follow him. His eyes and tone were unmistakable; I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk out of the teaching building with him.

I was about five meters away from him, following him all the way out of the school side gate. I was both curious and hesitant to interact with this teacher any further. I wanted to find out more about him, but I didn't know how to start a conversation.

The spirit left silk threads on his shoulder, then hopped onto my hand and crawled up my neck.

Mu Wanchen could communicate with them telepathically, I was still a little short of the mark. Perhaps I should ask him how he communicated with the sealed souls, whether it required spiritual energy or incantations.

I quietly pulled open my collar and whispered to the small pouch hidden against my skin, "Mu Wanchen~~~"

The paper man ignored me.

Could he be busy But even if he was, shouldn't he at least be able to reply with "Hmm"

"Great Witch King~~~"

Still no movement.

"If you don't say anything, I'm going to go get coffee with another man."

Well, it's still quiet.

This is forcing me to use "words of power," isn't it

"Wan Chen~~"

I said this half-jokingly, in a tone similar to "Sesame Street," who knew that the little paper figure would immediately reply with a barely audible "Hmm"

"Are you kidding me"

"I dare not, Your Highness's temper is so great, how could I dare to play with you" He said with a faint smile.

I imagined his serene smile, his brows like distant mountains moving slightly, his eyes downcast with eyelashes fluttering, and the corners of his lips curved in a smile. He always looked down at me from above.

No, no, just thinking about it, his features and laughter immediately appeared in my mind.

"You, you... are you coming to pick me up!" I blurted out, my mind a jumble.

Mu Wanchen was slightly taken aback, guessing that this question was a bit unexpected.

He smiled and said, "Good."

What What's good You just nod and say "good" without asking anything

The tyrannical ruler is talking about you, someone like you...

"I'll be there in a quarter of an hour." He said that and fell silent.

I was stunned for a moment, then I raised my hand and slapped myself on the head—I clearly wanted to ask him how he communicated with the sealed souls!

How did he become so clingy and affectionate out of the blue, and without even asking what's wrong, he just agreed to "okay"

Since we got married, he hasn't been harsh to me and almost always agrees to my little requests.

This, this is too... what the heck

Thinking back to the first time I saw her, my conflicting and irritable feelings then are so different from how I feel now. It's super, super good.

"…Yin Luo, what are you laughing at by yourself You're blushing so hard." Teacher Ou suddenly turned around and asked me.

I was startled and reflexively reached up to touch my face. Where's the redness

I miss my boyfriend so much… I can’t help it.

So you didn't finish everything yesterday and just drove off in the student council car

"Could you please not mention this I'll go apologize later and compensate everyone for their travel expenses."

As we talked, we arrived at the commercial pedestrian street outside the school's side gate.

As soon as we entered the coffee shop, a female student spotted Mr. Ou and waved at him. Mr. Ou ignored her and led me straight to the second floor.

He settled into the booth in the corner on the second floor and said, arms crossed, "To be frank with you, I asked you to come to this event because I wanted to hear how a family like yours, renowned for traditional Chinese medicine, views people who exhibit tendencies of loneliness, isolation, and nihilism."

"I'm not well-educated, and I'm afraid of saying something wrong and ruining my own reputation..." I waved my hand to indicate that I wasn't suitable for such professional topics.

"Don't be modest, Yin Luo… you only arrived at this hospital yesterday. Last night, a patient I sent here disappeared. Could it be… nothing to do with you" He suddenly lowered his voice and asked.

I was secretly surprised. This guy definitely came from somewhere unknown.

His mask of a teacher concealed how much about his background...thly No, no, it won't be that smooth... The hardships we face have just begun..." The old man muttered nervously."Little Princess, you are young, but you bear a heavy responsibility. Our hopes rest o...