My Supernatural Exes Are Desperate to Win Me Back - Chapter 20 - Xie Yi vs. Teacher Wen: Friends Turned...

Xie Yi: …

Seriously, do you all have such vivid imaginations from reading novels?

He wasn’t worried about Xu Xining suspecting him, because she was a genuine, down-to-earth girl with a strong sense of reality.

She grew up watching anti-Japanese war films with Old Xu, often treating her classmates like comrades in a revolution. As a child, she insisted on learning karate to fight Japanese invaders, only to later realize that karate originated from Japan…

But she couldn’t resist her friend’s wild speculations.

Yu Yuanyuan was as excited as Columbus discovering the New World, gripping Xu Xining’s hand and saying, “Trust me this once! Really! If I’m wrong, I’ll never buy millet again! All the series I follow will end badly! All the idols I support will fall from grace!”

Xu Xining didn’t believe it at all, but she did want to push Xie Yi to publicly break up, so she dialed his number.

…

No answer.

Yu Yuanyuan: “Aha!!”

Xu Xining was unfazed: “He might be performing or on a show.”

Yu Yuanyuan suggested enthusiastically, “Call him on video, no, no! Go see him with the fox!”

“I’d rather believe you’re Xie Yi in disguise than believe the Good Man is Xie Yi,” Xu Xining argued logically. “Mass isn’t conserved here; even Einstein would be turning in his grave!”

“What, and Xie Yi and I are conserved?” Yu Yuanyuan said, feeling guilty, realizing it might actually be true, and became even more frustrated: “Look at the fox’s demeanor! It’s not how an animal should behave!”

Xie Yi immediately put on a dazed expression.

“He understood!” Yu Yuanyuan seized the opportunity, shaking the fox vigorously, “Xie Yi, come out! If you can turn into a fox, you can come out! I know you’re under that fur!”

Xie Yi had no choice but to start chasing his own tail, like a dog gone mad.

Xu Xining: “You’ve scared the poor thing silly!”

Yu Yuanyuan scrutinized Xie Yi’s actions with sharp eyes: “I don’t think that’s very fox-like.”

Xie Yi: You think you can do better?

He admitted, having been a spirit for so long, he didn’t quite remember what it was like to be a fox, and his skills were a bit rusty.

Xie Yi hesitated for a moment, then began licking his paws and fur.

Yu Yuanyuan: “Still not convincing.”

Xie Yi buried his head and started licking his belly.

Yu Yuanyuan: “Still not convincing.”

Xie Yi lifted his elegant long leg and began to humiliate himself by licking his… well, you know.

…

It was like being forced to perform in front of relatives during the New Year, bearing a burden far beyond his years.

“Wow, those are some… big ones!” Yu Yuanyuan was shocked, suddenly switching sides, “Sis, maybe give Xie Yi another chance.”

Xu Xining rolled her eyes, scooped up the fox into her arms, and gently petted it, looking up at Yu Yuanyuan: “Alright, stop guessing. I trust it.”

Yu Yuanyuan: “You trust Xie Yi?”

“No, I trust the Good Man’s pure heart and patriotic spirit,” Xu Xining said earnestly, gently tugging at the fox’s ear, whispering, “Don’t listen to Yu Yuanyuan’s nonsense. You’re not some stinky man in disguise.”

The ears were one of the fox’s most sensitive spots.

The girl was very close, her voice soft, her breath warm as it passed through the sensitive ear, sending tingles deep inside, even making the tiny hairs in the ear canal tremble.

Xie Yi inexplicably felt a jolt of electricity, instinctively twitching his ears, looking up at Xu Xining.

The girl had her beautiful blonde hair tied up, her fair face seemed to glow, her eyes bright, her smile like a shimmering autumn lake.

She bent down, cupping the fox’s face, and gently kissed its forehead, a few strands of golden hair falling, her lips soft as spring petals.

“I believe in you,” Xu Xining said, tilting her head, her words soft and light, like a kitten nuzzling his face, “You’re different from him…”

“-I like you the most,” she whispered in his ear.

It was an unspoken truth, an unconditional trust, an unwavering favoritism.

Each word was like a bullet, piercing through the air, hitting the heart.

Bang, bang, bang.

Xie Yi could hear his own heart pounding fiercely.

…

So, this is what it’s like to be liked by her.

Xie Yi felt his blood boiling, unusually hot.

For eight hundred years, he had heard countless declarations of love, so many that they were within easy reach, as long as he existed, love would flow to him endlessly.

There were those who said they liked him, those who said they loved him, and those willing to live and die for him were as numerous as fish in a river.

Until one day, there was an exception.

How could he not care?

When everyone’s eyes were on you, only she turned away nonchalantly, when everyone couldn’t control their overwhelming love, only she glanced over indifferently from afar.

She wasn’t aloof or cold, she was sincere, friendly, and kind, smiling at you like a friend, making hearts flutter and people enchanted, yet she simply didn’t love you.

The gods had generously given him everything, but when he truly wanted something for the first time, he found he had never had it.

At this moment, Xie Yi felt a mad desire rising.

He wanted to trade everything he had, an ocean of boundless love, for Xu Xining’s genuine affection.

Xu Xining went to her room to change, leaving Yu Yuanyuan and Xie Yi in the living room.

Yu Yuanyuan swallowed hard.

She was outgoing online, but in reality, she was extremely shy.

When Xu Xining was there, it didn’t feel that way, but now alone with Xie Yi, her heart rate shot up to 180.

Her voice trembled, stuttering, “Th-th-th-thank you… Xie Yi?”

The fox sat perched on high, its long tail fluffy like fire, its curves graceful and imposing, the cascading light outlining a faint golden silhouette, appearing both holy and enchanting.

Its slightly upturned fox eyes lowered, casting a faint glance at her, a hint of a smile playing on its lips.

That look was unmistakably Xie Yi’s, a mix of irresistible allure and intimidating majesty.

Naturally seductive, inherently commanding.

Yu Yuanyuan: …

Darn, she underestimated him.

Yu Yuanyuan bolted, rolling out of the living room like a bouncing ball, bursting into the bedroom with a bang.

Xu Xining was still putting on her pants, her long legs bare, feet on the floor, looking at her in surprise.

Yu Yuanyuan: “I-I-I-I…”

The girl tossed her pants aside, grabbing a slipper, ready to fight: “A cockroach? … I’ll kill it!!”

“No, no,” Yu Yuanyuan stopped the fierce girl, still shaken, leaning against the door, “I just can’t be alone with Xie Yi, I-I-I’m scared.”

Xu Xining: …

Great, another one gone mad.

Xu Xining finished dressing and went out with Yu Yuanyuan to the central mall to watch a movie.

After the movie ended, they followed the crowd out of the theater.

Yu Yuanyuan suddenly pulled Xu Xining, whispering, “Look over there, is that Xie Yi?”

Xu Xining was about to ask if she was seeing Xie Yi everywhere, even in people and dogs, but when she looked up, she froze.

It really was him!

Not far away, under the mall’s cold lights, a tall man was looking down at his phone.

He wore a pristine white shirt, exuding a cool elegance, his long pants impeccably pressed, broad shoulders and narrow waist, with silver-framed glasses perched on his nose.

His slightly drooping peach blossom eyes cast a captivating shadow with his thick lashes, the exposed side of his face identical to Xie Yi’s.

Even Xu Xining had to admit, Xie Yi had a face destined for stardom.

Even at a glance, he was dazzling, as if surrounded by a halo.

Yu Yuanyuan, feeling guilty, said, “Did Xie Yi follow us from home? He’s not here to settle scores with me, is he? Let’s run!”

Xu Xining, amused, held her back: “This guy’s clearly on his phone, yet he won’t answer my calls. Doesn’t want to go public, huh? Watch me announce our breakup to the world!”

Xu Xining dragged her into a coffee shop, picking a spot with a good angle by the floor-to-ceiling window, setting the scene, and had Yu Yuanyuan record with her phone.

Yu Yuanyuan was puzzled: “What are you planning to do?”

Xu Xining flashed her a smile, went to the counter for an iced Americano, then casually pulled off her hair tie, donning oversized sunglasses that covered most of her small face.

With a few casual tugs, her golden hair cascaded like a waterfall.

The sweet kitten was gone, now she was a full-on cool chick!

Xu Xining walked out of the coffee shop, gathering her emotions, her voice clear and angry: “Xie Yi!”

Her shout cut through the air, a testament to her broadcasting class skills, her enunciation clear, her voice full of energy.

Who didn’t know Xie Yi?

Everyone around looked up, instinctively searching, eventually locking onto the man’s direction.

“Whoa, Xie Yi! Am I dreaming?!”

“Is that Magician Xie Yi? Why doesn’t he have bodyguards? Ah, why is he standing here alone?!”

“Look! Is that Ning? Couple out on the town? So sweet, I’m shipping them again!”

…

The man looked up at the sound, a slight look of surprise on his handsome, scholarly face.

Yu Yuanyuan, recording from the sidelines, suddenly felt something was off.

… Every time she saw Xie Yi, she couldn’t help but be drawn to him, her heart feeling like it was about to leap out of her throat.

The man in the lens was handsome, sure, but lacked the lethal charm Xie Yi usually exuded.

Before the man could speak, Xu Xining charged forward, “You don’t answer calls, don’t reply to messages, I’m so disappointed in you! We’re breaking up!! I never want to see you again!”

Then with a splash, she doused him with the iced Americano.

Nice! Very dramatic! Very newsworthy!

She had Yu Yuanyuan record the whole thing, planning to write a piece titled “Shocking! Xie Yi Publicly Dumped by Ning!” and boost her monthly performance!

Xie Yi thought she was just an ordinary person, that even if they broke up publicly, not many would see it.

Little did he know, she was a pro at catching hot topics!

Even without exposing herself, she had a hundred, no, a thousand ways to get their breakup trending, to let everyone know!

No news? She’d create news! The company boss would be moved to tears!

…

Coffee dripped down the man’s handsome face, soaking his neck and collarbone, staining his expensive white shirt.

His expression remained calm, quietly taking off his glasses, wiping them, then putting them back on, squinting slightly.

Through the blurred lenses, the girl’s golden silhouette danced, her hair bouncing like it was filled with dazzling sunlight.

When he saw her, he paused, not because he was surprised to see her.

His gift was hypnosis, able to hear and rewrite others’ thoughts.

If Xie Yi’s world was filled with love, then his was filled with noise and chaos.

But from the girl came only silence.

He couldn’t hear her thoughts.

It was as if her mind was empty, but that was impossible, because the next moment she splashed him with coffee, her face angry, but her eyes full of playful mischief.

The phone buzzed with a message from Xie Yi:

Xie Yi: [Hey, bro, can you do me a favor? Ning has a friend named Yu Yuanyuan, and she seems to have figured out who I am. Could you hypnotize her for me?]

In eight hundred years, Xie Yi had never bothered him so frequently, yet he kept making exceptions for this girl.

He had heard Ning’s name countless times from Xie Yi, but today was the first time he actually saw her.

-She was indeed special.

Xie Jing smirked as he typed: [Sorry, you just got dumped.]

Xie Yi: [???]

Xie Yi: [I got dumped?]

Xie Yi: [How come I didn’t know?!]

Soon, the hashtag “XieYiBreakup” exploded, shooting straight to the top of the trending list.

Xie Yi saw the whole breakup unfold online, feeling both amused and exasperated.

While countless people were eager to date him, Xu Xining was eager to break up with him.

He drove straight to Pianyu Media, intending to catch the carefree girl who had casually thrown coffee at him, at least to extort a dinner out of her.

But instead of Xu Xining, he encountered a tall man in a dove-gray trench coat.

Xie Yi pushed his sunglasses up to his forehead, blinking in disbelief: “Nansen?”

Wen Nansen turned at the sound, visibly surprised: “Dongfang?”

About three hundred years ago, Wen Nansen traveled to China and met Dongfang Xieyi, who was then engaged in tea trade.

It was a time of prosperity, with a booming population and strong national power. Xie Yi was busy sending large quantities of tea and porcelain to Europe via the Silk Road, amassing a fortune in silver. At his peak, he had thirty thousand camels transporting goods along the tea route. He thrived in every era, spending lavishly and surrounded by beautiful women.

Wen Nansen appeared gentle and refined, investing ten million taels of silver in Xie Yi’s business, much to Xie Yi’s delight, who eagerly taught Wen Nansen Chinese.

Aside from differing views on women-Wen Nansen found Xie Yi too indulgent, while Xie Yi found Wen Nansen too conservative-they hit it off, often enjoying tea and flowers together.

After Wen Nansen left China, they didn’t see each other for decades but kept in touch through letters.

Eventually, Wen Nansen calculated the time was right and sent Xie Yi an obituary, using his son’s voice, informing him that “my father passed away peacefully at ninety-three.”

Xie Yi received the letter without much concern, and two years later, feeling his own time was near, sent an obituary to Wen Nansen’s “son,” also using his son’s voice.

He wrote that his father died peacefully, surrounded by beauties, happy, ascending to paradise.

Wen Nansen received the letter, feeling a faint sadness.

But he had lived far too long, losing countless friends, witnessing too much death, no longer feeling pain.

Upon meeting, their mutual surprise was evident:

Xie Yi: You’re not dead?

Wen Nansen: You’re not dead either?

Dead, but not completely.

Two old immortals, each bluffing the other!

They exchanged smiles, naturally understanding neither was human.

Reuniting after nearly three hundred years, they were naturally thrilled. Xie Yi’s plans with Xu Xining could wait; he warmly invited Wen Nansen into his car.

Wen Nansen said, “Sorry, I have work. How about another day?”

Xie Yi raised an eyebrow: “What work is so urgent that you have to do it yourself? We haven’t seen each other in three hundred years, can’t we catch up?”

Wen Nansen replied calmly, “There was a news story this morning about a celebrity breakup. It’s trending high. Although the deputy editor has reviewed it, I want to see it myself.”

Xie Yi: “…”

Xie Yi pointed at his own face: “Don’t you ever watch the news? Haven’t you seen me online? And you’re working at a media company?”

Wen Nansen: “Sorry, I don’t go online much.”

Xie Yi succinctly said, “The celebrity who got dumped is me. I’m heartbroken.”

Wen Nansen: “…”

Xie Yi waved his hand: “I’m so upset, Nansen, come drink with me.”

Wen Nansen chuckled, choosing to trust the deputy editor’s competence, and smoothly got into the car. He turned, unable to resist teasing, “Dongfang, I didn’t expect you to be troubled over a woman.”

Xie Yi cursed and slammed the accelerator, shouting over the roaring wind, “You don’t understand, she’s different! I feel like I’m going to fall for her for life!”

The Ferrari sped down the road like a fiery bolt of lightning, stopping at the entrance of a members-only bar Xie Yi frequented.

Enigma Bar was adorned with large black mirrors, boasting simplicity, luxury, and privacy.

At this time, there were no other patrons. Xie Yi walked in, expertly tossing a card to the front desk: “Clear the place, I want everyone out.”

They went straight to the basement level. Xie Yi didn’t want anyone overhearing his reunion with Wen Nansen, so he dismissed everyone, standing behind the bar to mix drinks himself.

He lazily lowered his gaze, bottles and shakers dancing effortlessly between his long fingers, tossing, intertwining, and landing, as elegantly as birds in flight.

Usually the one enjoying the service, today he took the stage, more skilled than the finest bartender.

Xie Yi drank with Wen Nansen, recounting his troubles, feeling quite vexed: “She’s made me lose confidence. How can there be a woman who doesn’t love me?”

Wen Nansen pondered and said, “The girl you speak of values genuine feelings. Perhaps you’ve had too many women, and she doesn’t trust your words of affection.”

“Oh, you understand women now?” Xie Yi lifted his eyelids, with a hint of teasing, “Three hundred years have passed, Nansen, are you still single?”

Wen Nansen’s smile was gentle: “No, I got married, had a lover.”

Xie Yi was extremely surprised, for Wen Nansen was a true gentleman, treating all women with the same polite, distant demeanor, like a thousand-year-old solitary iron tree.

Xie Yi: “What kind of person? Bring her to meet me?”

Wen Nansen shook his head: “She passed away over a hundred years ago.”

Xie Yi responded indifferently: “That’s normal. Humans die quickly. You can just fall for someone else.”

Wen Nansen was silent, removing his glasses, carefully folding them aside, and downing his drink in one gulp.

His fingers caressed the glass, lowering his gaze, speaking softly: “No. I will only love her in this life.”

“Pfft-” Xie Yi nearly spat out his drink.

“Really?” Xie Yi was stunned, “You’ve been living a hundred-year-long widowhood, and you’re going to keep doing it? … What species are you?”

Wen Nansen looked up.

In an instant, a subtle change appeared on his face, making his already handsome features seem almost otherworldly.

At that moment, despite being underground, his face seemed illuminated by silver moonlight.

Golden hair, emerald eyes, fair skin, flawless features, with golden flowers seemingly blooming in his gaze.

“I am a Spirit,” Wen Nansen said, “from the northern Wendenghems Forest.”

Xie Yi: …

Xie Yi: Damn, aren’t Spirits supposed to be immortal?

Xie Yi: My crazy brother seems intent on being a widow for eternity for a woman.

Xie Yi pondered for a moment, realizing Wen Nansen was even more troubled than he was, advising, “You loved her until the day she died, which is loyal enough, right? Don’t hang yourself on one tree.”

Wen Nansen shook his head: “We vowed at our wedding, never to part, until death separates us.”

Xie Yi: “But hasn’t death already separated you?”

Wen Nansen looked straight into his eyes: “But I have not yet died.”

Xie Yi couldn’t help but retort: “But aren’t you never going to die?!”

Wen Nansen’s gaze was calm and gentle, yet there was an unshakable nobility and authority in his eyes.

He said, “Yes, so this vow means eternity to me. From the moment the gods bestowed their light upon living beings, Spirits have never broken their promises.”

“I will love her until my death, and if I am unfortunate enough never to die, I will love her until the end of the world.”

Xie Yi: “… Well, you’re kind of losing out.”

Wen Nansen calmly replied: “It’s my choice.”

Xie Yi paused, raising his glass: “Then here’s to you, to your eternal vow, to the woman you love.”

With a crisp clink, ice cubes rattled, and they toasted, drinking deeply.

Wen Nansen set down his glass, speaking again: “Actually, I’ve found her reincarnation.”

“You can find reincarnations?”

“But she seems not to love me anymore.”

“… That’s understandable.”

Wen Nansen looked at him in confusion, Xie Yi waved his hand: “No offense, but you look like a time-traveling ancient person. How would modern girls like you?”

Wen Nansen fell silent.

Since Eileen’s passing, he hadn’t left the forest for over a hundred years, until the Elf’s Blessing left on Eileen was triggered by danger in the distant eastern lands.

He traveled thousands of miles to Huai River, following the guidance of spirit butterflies, finding a girl sleeping curled up in a desolate cave.

On her collarbone was a green mark, the blessing a Spirit can only give to one person in a lifetime.

At that moment, his time began to flow again.

Xie Yi saw his troubled expression and laughed heartily: “I can help you, you know. Although my girl is quite difficult, other girls are easy for me.”

Wen Nansen: “You want to help me?”

“Girls today love surprises, excitement, romance. You have to know how to play along.” Xie Yi was brimming with confidence, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, grinning, “I’ll teach you to use a phone, you help me express my feelings.”

Wen Nansen was initially reluctant to accept help, but Xu Xining’s words echoed in his mind: “A primitive man who can’t use a phone deserves to be lonely and single forever!”

… Perhaps the times have changed.

Modern girls seem to include phone skills in their criteria for choosing partners.

So difficult.

Wen Nansen said, “Thank you, you’re so charming, she’ll like you eventually.”

Xie Yi: “No need for thanks, your wife is still your wife, she won’t run away.”

Wen Nansen: “You two are a perfect match, talented and beautiful.”

Xie Yi: “You have a hundred days of grace as a couple.”

Wen Nansen: “You’re putting in effort for the first time, she’ll definitely feel it.”

Xie Yi: “She loved you in her past life, she’ll surely love you in this one.”

Wen Nansen: “I’ll wait for your good news.”

Xie Yi: “I’ll wait to drink at your wedding in this life.”

The two exchanged compliments, comforting and encouraging each other, in perfect harmony.

…

What a touching scene.

If they weren’t talking about the same person.