Chapter 32: Wife

The more Xie Xu thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. To test his suspicion, he casually sent a single period.

The next second, a red exclamation mark appeared in front of it.

[Message has been sent, but was declined by the recipient.]

Staring at this line, Xie Xu couldn't hold it in any longer. “Damn…”

This woman was something else—she had actually added him to her blacklist.

Xie Xu felt he had never been so frustrated in his life.

Was Lu Yiqi’s sole purpose in showing up just to drive him mad?

Fine, so this was about being angry, right?

Who didn’t know how to be angry?

If Xie Xu ever took the initiative to reconcile with Lu Yiqi again, he’d be a dog!

The next morning, neither waited for the other. After getting ready, they each went off to school alone. With Xie Xu absent, Lu Yiqi had no choice but to find breakfast on her own. Still fuming at him, she deliberately avoided all the places he’d taken her before, and instead chose a random breakfast shop, ordering a bowl of wontons. But after just a few bites, she found she couldn’t eat any more—it just didn’t taste as good as the breakfasts Xie Xu used to bring her to.

She couldn’t help but miss those mornings when Xie Xu would take her out for delicious breakfasts.

Upon arriving at the classroom, Xie Xu slumped over his desk, pretending to sleep.

From time to time, he’d lift his head a fraction to glance at the seat in front of him.

He muttered under his breath, “Why isn’t that woman here yet? Sleeping in again? Honestly, she’s no different from a pig.”

Lu Yiqi finally arrived at school, ambling in just five minutes before class.

As the bell rang, the homeroom teacher sauntered into the classroom.

“Students, I have an announcement. After careful consideration, I’ve decided to swap the seats of Lu Yiqi and Chen Peng. Firstly, boy-girl desk partners mean less whispering during class. Secondly, Xie Xu is our class monitor, so I’d like him to look out for our new transfer student. And finally, since Xie Xu is top of the grade, it’ll be easier for Lu Yiqi to ask him for help if she runs into any problems in her studies. So, Lu Yiqi and Chen Peng, you two just switch places after class.”

What a perfectly self-righteous justification.

Xie Xu couldn’t help wanting to applaud the homeroom teacher.

Suddenly, he recalled yesterday’s visit to the teacher.

“Change Lu Yiqi’s seat—put her next to me,” Xie Xu had said.

He saw the teacher’s expression shift, his tone full of speculation: “Could it be… is it possible…”

Was Xie Xu already setting his sights on the new transfer student so soon?

Xie Xu was speechless.

What to do with a nosy teacher? Waiting online for advice—this is urgent.

He could only say helplessly, “It’s not what you think.”

“Impossible,” the teacher shot back immediately.

He’d been a homeroom teacher for years and seen hundreds, if not thousands, of students fall in love early—his male intuition was rarely wrong.

The teacher pondered for a moment, then continued, “Don’t worry, Xie. I’m very open-minded.”

Xie Xu was at a loss.

The teacher went on, “Who hasn’t had an early romance? I’ll tell you a secret—when I was in high school, I had a crush on a girl in my class, too. Then I mustered up the courage to pursue her. Guess what happened in the end?”

Xie Xu knew if he didn’t play along, the teacher would ramble on for ages.

So he humored him: “What happened?”

The teacher’s face lit up with unconcealed joy as he revealed the answer: “She’s my wife now.”