My Supernatural Exes Are Desperate to Win Me Back

Zhan Xingye was originally undercover dozens of kilometers away when Xie Yi exposed his identity within the Administration Bureau. Zhan Xingye didn’t mind taking a shot at Xie Yi in return, and uprooted his underground business network along the Huai River.

In just a moment, as he hadn’t checked his phone, little did he know that Xu Xining had gotten into trouble.

He couldn’t care less about anything else; upon seeing the message, he dashed back from miles away, invisible to the passersby who only felt a fierce wind, thinking it was a whirlwind.

At that moment, he was burying his face, embracing the girl.

In a place hidden from Xu Xining’s sight, all tendrils had tightly and meticulously enveloped her, careful not to tighten and hurt her.

He wanted to wrap her tightly, shield her from prying eyes, and forever encapsulate her in his embrace, ensuring she wasn’t hurt even in the slightest.

…It was an uncontrollable instinct of his kind, which, in human society, translated into pathological possessiveness and obsession.

He was truly afraid. On his way back, he wished he could crush every bus or signpost that blocked his path.

At that moment, a humble thought crossed his mind… Xie Yi was with her, Xie Yi would protect her, right? She shouldn’t be in any trouble.

Xu Xining blinked and patted his back, “Are you okay?”

Zhan Xingye mumbled a dull “Hmm” into her shoulder.

Xu Xining struggled to say, “But I’m almost suffocating.”

Startled, Zhan Xingye immediately released his grip, stepping back in a panic, nearly tripping over a shoe rack behind him, “Sorry.”

Xu Xining scratched her face, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed.

She had never really seen Zhan Xingye as a man; after all, they shared the same birthday due to his adoption, and she had always taken his presence for granted.

Zhan Xingye was a quiet, expressionless boy in his childhood, just like a wooden dummy.

Xu Xining often treated him like a rag doll, bossing him around, combing his hair, even using him as a cushion or a human couch.

At a class reunion, during a game of truth or dare, Zhan Xingye was dared to kiss someone of the opposite sex, and Xu Xining boldly allowed him to kiss her.

Because he was just a dummy! What did he know? He didn’t even dare to touch Xu Xining’s hand.

Sometimes, Xu Xining admitted she approached him suddenly just to tease him, to see his usually indifferent face turn into one of panic.

He never took any initiative towards Xu Xining.

…Except for that hug just now.

The subtle boundary was crossed, and Xu Xining suddenly realized how much taller Zhan Xingye was than her, having to tiptoe just to rest her chin on his shoulder, and he was definitely not the soft, plush doll; when he embraced her, she couldn’t muster any resistance.

He only looked clueless… but physically, he was every bit a man.

Xu Xining quickly glanced at Zhan Xingye.

…Had he suddenly become handsome, or had he always been this handsome?

Xu Xining irritably ran her fingers through her hair, wondering why she was so intimately close with a male peer, inviting him to her home, cooking for him, wearing his clothes, chatting closely… and even, if necessary, she would unhesitatingly invite Zhan Xingye to sleep over at her place.

It had to be her fault, right?!

She never saw Zhan Xingye as a man, nor did she see him as a woman…

She simply didn’t see him as a person at all!

Zhan Xingye cautiously watched her expression.

Damn, because he hugged her, she was angry, she began pulling at her hair in anger!

Zhan Xingye sneakily stretched his foot to step on hers.

Xu Xining stepped back, “Stop, it’s inappropriate.”

Such a small gesture, yet so hurtful.

Zhan Xingye felt utterly hopeless.

…Xu Xining wouldn’t forgive him.

Xu Xining slapped her forehead, “Back to serious matters, who exactly were those people outside?”

Zhan Xingye honestly replied, “Colleagues.”

Xu Xining didn’t believe him.

What kind of civil servant needs a group of 300-pound sumo wrestlers? Sumo coaches or human-powered generators?

Xu Xining asked, “You haven’t gotten into trouble, have you?”

Zhan Xingye: “No.”

“Do you owe them money?”

“No…”

“I saw you coming home in the middle of the night, covered in blood.”

“It wasn’t my blood.”

Xu Xining: “Whose blood was it then? That’s even more terrifying, okay???”

Zhan Xingye nervously lied, “…Pig’s blood. I was helping someone slaughter a pig at night.”

Xu Xining: “…So they are your pig-slaughtering colleagues? A bunch of butchers?!”

Crap, it suddenly made sense.

A poor college student working part-time slaughtering pigs late at night, along with his burly butcher friends marked with tattoos of a blue dragon and a white tiger.

Zhan Xingye struggled to explain, “The pig… escaped the pen, it could have hurt someone, so they came to find me to kill it.”

The high-risk exotic species escaped in the city, the Execution Department urgently assigned him to slaughter it immediately, but Zhan Xingye, being undercover, didn’t receive the message in time… however, he overheard those idiots talking outside just now.

Xu Xining finally puzzled, “Then why did they make this gesture to me,” she mimicked a chopping gesture and feeding to dogs, “and threaten me, saying if I tell anyone, something terrible will happen?”

Zhan Xingye’s expression darkened, “I’ll ask them.”

That night, at the Administration Bureau training ground, something terrible indeed happened!

The foolish subordinates insisted they never threatened the sister-in-law, they would rather feed themselves to dogs than harm the pretty sister-in-law, what a lucky break for the boss… they kept calling her “sister-in-law,” making Zhan Xingye’s scalp tingle.

Zhan Xingye interrupted, “Enough, run.”

The burly men trembled, their legs weak, “Run, how much?”

Usually, whether it was ten kilometers or twenty, Zhan Xingye would specify a distance, but not today.

Zhan Xingye: “Run until I say stop.”

…

Today, the idiots of the Execution Department, unsurprisingly, ended up running laps until they vomited.

Meanwhile, Xu Xining lay in bed, pondering, and finally sent a message to Yu Yuanyuan.

Lock Heart and Love: “Do you remember Zhan Xingye? He was in our class in middle school.”

Yu Yuanyuan replied instantly, “Duh, your super handsome childhood friend.”

Xu Xining: “Do you think he’s handsome?”

Yu Yuanyuan: “Do you think I’m blind?”

Xu Xining: …

She typed sadly, “You’re not blind, I am.”

Xu Xining briefly recounted the situation, starting with “Am I too disrespectful to him?” and ending with “I will keep my distance from him in the future!”

Yu Yuanyuan was silent on her phone.

After all these years, Xu Xining still didn’t realize that Zhan Xingye liked her!

You really are epically oblivious!

Yu Yuanyuan and Xu Xining were middle school classmates, but they were not of the same ilk.

Xu Xining was the school’s celebrated beauty, while Yu Yuanyuan, ugly and overweight, was at the bottom of the social food chain.

At the time, it was Valentine’s Day, and the school trend was to give chocolates to someone you liked.

Sitting in the back, Yu Yuanyuan watched as boys lined up from morning till night to give Xu Xining chocolates, like a conveyor belt.

Xu Xining had to use a huge box to collect the chocolates, you’d think she was wholesaling them.

Middle school boys seemed to lack a full deck, always a group of them both mischievous and foolish. One boy stole his friend’s chocolate and threw it onto Yu Yuanyuan’s desk, shouting as he did, “Admit it, you wanted to give it to Yu Yuanyuan.”

His friend, red-faced with anger, wrestled him for the chocolate, shouting, “Screw you, you’ll end up marrying Yu Yuanyuan!”

“You like Yu Yuanyuan!” “You like Yu Yuanyuan!” “Yu Yuanyuan is your wife!” “Yu Yuanyuan is your mom!”…

Yu Yuanyuan had heard these taunts many times; it seemed her name had become an adjective containing all the worst curses these boys could imagine.

She tried to shrink away, pulling her desk and chair close as if that could squish her into a tiny strip, escaping the surrounding mocking gazes.

Eventually, the friend won the fight and reclaimed the chocolate, strutting like a victorious rooster up to Xu Xining, “Xu Xining, this chocolate is for you!”

The young girl, bright-eyed and radiant, looked up, “For me?”

Her voice was clear and crisp.

Overwhelmed by her gaze, the boy blushed, nodded vigorously, and extended the chocolate.

Xu Xining snatched the chocolate, then hurled it back at his face, “Get lost! Who wants your filthy stuff!”

The boy was stunned.

Xu Xining, visibly upset, dragged the box over to Yu Yuanyuan, shouting, “Yu Yuanyuan! I like you! All my chocolates are for you!”

Yu Yuanyuan’s face flushed red; she wanted to say, “Don’t do this, princess. Everyone’s watching. Even if you pity me, don’t make it so obvious. I wish I could disappear…”

But looking into the girl’s beautiful, clear eyes, she felt an inexplicable urge to cry, her vision blurring with tears.

In those dark, self-deprecating days, when liking her became a curse, someone was willing to loudly choose her; how could she ever forget?

For the first time, Yu Yuanyuan noticed the classroom had such large, bright windows, with golden sunlight streaming through, filling the room.

That day, Yu Yuanyuan ran around the shops near the school, wanting to buy chocolates for Xu Xining, but they were all sold out, bought by other students.

Just then, the usually quiet boy sitting behind her gently tapped her shoulder.

Yu Yuanyuan turned to see Zhan Xingye’s dark eyes.

Compared to Xu Xining, she and Zhan Xingye were more alike, both targets of bullying, fitting into the same group.

Zhan Xingye said, “You can give her my chocolate.”

Emotionally, Yu Yuanyuan was much more sensitive than Xu Xining, she asked, “You like Xu Xining too?”

Zhan Xingye nodded slightly.

Yu Yuanyuan asked, “Then why don’t you give it to her yourself?”

Zhan Xingye was silent for a moment, then said, “She doesn’t like me.”

Confessing to Xu Xining was pointless; she had heard too many confessions, eloquent words were useless, not liking meant not liking.

He knew the outcome, there was no need for the process.

Xu Xining considered him a friend, confessing would cost him even that.

Yu Yuanyuan hesitated, “Then why are you still giving her chocolates?”

Zhan Xingye pointed at the words “Specially added lemon juice” on the chocolate, simply stating, “Because she likes this.”

Yu Yuanyuan felt a strange stir of emotions.

Among all the chocolates, only Zhan Xingye’s were simply chosen for what she liked.

…

That Valentine’s Day, Xu Xining only ate one piece of chocolate, from Yu Yuanyuan, but also from Zhan Xingye.

A decade had passed, and she still didn’t know, the subtle love the boy had for her back then.

June finally saw the end of the relentless thunderstorms, and the streets of Huai River were bathed in the blazing sunshine of early summer. The first cicadas of the season had already begun their chorus.

In a classroom at Wenjuan University, Professor Chen, the head of the defense committee, offered a few brief comments before closing the thesis. He exchanged a knowing glance with the other professors and said with a smile, “The suggestions I just mentioned actually exceed the requirements for an undergraduate thesis. I just hope you can add some finishing touches. Well done, Xu Xining.”

Standing at the podium, the girl in a crisp white shirt with her blonde hair tied in a high ponytail beamed brightly and bowed deeply, “Thank you, Professor!”

Xu Xining had successfully passed her defense, marking the beginning of her graduation season.

Upon hearing that her defense was over, her advisor, Professor Zheng, sneaked over from the neighboring review group like a thief. “How did it go?”

Xu Xining gave a thumbs-up, “Awesome!”

Professor Zheng was delighted, “I knew it! If you don’t get the Outstanding Graduation Thesis award this year, Old Chen and I will have a problem.”

Xu Xining: …No need for that.

Professor Zheng was about to sneak back, “Wait for me, don’t leave. Once I’m done here, I’ll treat you to a meal.”

Professor Zheng was very fond of his prized student, and Xu Xining didn’t stand on ceremony. Once everyone had finished their defenses, the two headed to the Peach Blossom Tavern on East Street near the university.

To her surprise, when Xu Xining pushed open the door, she found someone already sitting in the private room.

The man had his green eyes lowered, exuding an air of noble elegance. In the bright light, he wore a well-fitted light-colored shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, revealing distinct wrist bones and clean, slender hands. One hand was still gloved in silver-white.

Professor Zheng exclaimed loudly, “Wow!!! Teacher Wen!!! What a coincidence!”

Teacher Wen looked up at the sound, first meeting Xu Xining’s gaze, then turning to Zheng Hongyun, puzzled, “Weren’t you the one who invited me…”

Professor Zheng rubbed his bald head and laughed heartily, “Oh dear, I invited Teacher Wen and forgot! What a coincidence, let’s all eat together!”

Xu Xining: …

Professor Zheng, if you weren’t laughing so exaggeratedly, I might actually believe you.

Professor Zheng was unusually exuberant today, as if he had been drinking fake wine. Those who knew would think he was celebrating Xu Xining’s successful defense, while those who didn’t might think he was the one graduating.

He arranged for Xu Xining to sit next to Wen Nansen, eagerly handing them two menus and even enthusiastically serving tea and water before the waiter could.

Xu Xining quickly stood up, “Professor, please sit down, let me do it.”

Professor Zheng protested, “Hey! That wouldn’t be right!”

Xu Xining: …

Please! It would be inappropriate for me to sit while you serve!

Xu Xining gave Wen Nansen a look, her eyes saying, “Professor Zheng is getting on in years, and it doesn’t look right for you to just sit there without helping!”

Wen Nansen seemed in a good mood today, simply smiling gently and shaking his head indulgently, “Professor Zheng is just being childlike, let him be.”

Xu Xining: Childlike? Are you talking about Professor Zheng, who’s nearly seventy, with a beer belly and a bald head with only a few hairs left?

When it came time to order, Professor Zheng still let Wen Nansen go first. Wen Nansen listed a few dishes: “Sweet Lotus Seeds, French Cheese Soup, Jade Shrimp, Lemon Chicken Shreds.”

Professor Zheng then turned to Xu Xining, “Xining! Order what you like!”

Xu Xining flipped through the menu, feeling genuinely embarrassed this time, and confessed, “…What I like has already been ordered by Teacher Wen.”

Zheng Hongyun couldn’t help but let a smile bloom on his face, his old face turning red as he pretended to sip tea, only to burn himself, leading to a fit of coughing.

Xu Xining hurriedly asked, “Are you okay, Professor?”

Professor Zheng replied, “I’m fine! I’m great!”

He wasn’t choking; he was overwhelmed!

Wen Nansen had been introduced to Wenjuan University by Zheng Hongyun, with the official story being that Wen Nansen was once Zheng Hongyun’s student.

However, the truth was quite the opposite; Zheng Hongyun was actually Wen Nansen’s student.

Years ago, when the young Zheng Hongyun, in his twenties, went abroad to study, he was unfortunate enough to encounter a shooting incident, nearly dying in a foreign land.

It was drizzling that day, and he watched as a bullet pierced his heart.

In the last moment before he lost consciousness, a handsome man appeared before him, holding a black umbrella and wearing a black suit, with a rose gold pocket watch in his chest pocket. His lowered green eyes were deep and compassionate.

Zheng Hongyun’s last thought was: Death sure is handsome…

He thought he was done for, but when he woke up, he found his wound healed, and he was in a fairy-tale-like forest. The one who saved him was a real Spirit… and the Spirit spoke fluent Chinese.

Wen Nansen hadn’t left the forest for decades, and that day he had only gone out to attend a friend’s funeral. He couldn’t bear to see someone die in front of him, so he saved Zheng Hongyun.

Zheng Hongyun was deeply impressed by Wen Nansen’s knowledge and demeanor, asking him many questions in one breath, which Wen Nansen patiently and kindly answered.

But Zheng Hongyun always felt there was an indelible melancholy beneath Wen Nansen’s gentle exterior, like the continuous drizzle in the forest, an inescapable gloom.

Wen Nansen would smile at him, but the smile was shallow, distant, and respectful, never reaching his eyes.

Zheng Hongyun had only seen him genuinely smile once.

One morning, he saw Wen Nansen sitting by the window drinking tea. The aroma was so unique that he couldn’t help but ask, “What kind of tea is this? It smells wonderful.”

Wen Nansen was momentarily stunned and brewed him a cup, “It’s Mint Tea.”

After drinking it, Zheng Hongyun couldn’t help but lavish praise, and he saw Wen Nansen smile involuntarily, such a gentle smile, like the sun breaking through clouds after rain, the moist air floating in the forest at dawn.

After smiling, Wen Nansen said, “If you like it, take it with you.” He took out a glass container from the cabinet, which only had a thin layer of tea leaves left.

“This was roasted by my late wife,” Wen Nansen said, “Unfortunately, there’s not much left.”

Zheng Hongyun felt like he could die of shame!

It was his late wife’s keepsake, and here he was, gulping down three cups! Something Wen Nansen himself was reluctant to drink, and he was guzzling it like water!

Zheng Hongyun stammered, “No, no, no need, I’m sorry, I drank too much…”

Wen Nansen softly said, “No need. She always served the best to guests when she was alive. If you like it, I think she’d be happy to know.”

So, decades later, when Wen Nansen came to China and told Zheng Hongyun he had found his late wife’s reincarnation, Zheng Hongyun was so moved he nearly cried.

Xu Xining didn’t know that back when she was in high school, Zheng Hongyun and Wen Nansen had waited for her after school.

Sixty-something Zheng Hongyun eagerly watched as the blonde girl ran over, unable to help himself from saying, “I think the lady still likes you now; are you sure you’re not dating?”

“It’s not right; she’s still too young,” Wen Nansen shook his head, looking up with the same gentle smile in his eyes as before. He went forward to carefully adjust the girl’s scarf that had been blown askew.

His voice was as soft as the wind, “…I want to wait for her to grow up.”

Later, when Xu Xining went to university, Zheng Hongyun accepted a post-retirement rehire for her sake, working a few more years, and when he fought to be her advisor, he did so with a determination that said, “She’s mine, and I dare anyone to challenge me,” scaring off all the other professors who had their eyes on Xu Xining!

Please, this was his lady, and having the lady as his student was a grand affair!

Wen Nansen was his savior, and he had witnessed the Spirit’s unwavering devotion, so now he was doing everything he could to bring them together.

When Xu Xining said she couldn’t handle spicy food, Professor Zheng laughed heartily, “That reminds me, a family that eats together stays together… Teacher Wen doesn’t like spicy food either.”

When Xu Xining said she had no plans for further studies, Professor Zheng pondered, “That reminds me, Teacher Wen is also someone who enjoys working! Truly a match in temperament!”

When Xu Xining said she was going to be confirmed at Pianyu Media after graduation, Professor Zheng slapped his thigh, “That reminds me, Teacher Wen also works at Pianyu Media! What a coincidence!”

Xu Xining: …

What’s the deal? Is your associative ability tied to Wen Nansen? You might as well just say, “What a perfect match, what a perfect match, I think you two are made for each other!”

Xu Xining was silent for a moment, then tentatively asked, “Do you know…”

Zheng Hongyun, used to playing dumb when in trouble, said, “Hmm? I don’t know.”

Xu Xining: “…I haven’t even asked what you know.”

Zheng Hongyun looked at his nose, then his mouth, “I know nothing.”

Wen Nansen shook his head helplessly, “Professor Zheng, let’s focus on eating.” Meaning he should talk less.

Zheng Hongyun reluctantly fell silent, and Xu Xining felt a sense of peace return to her ears, just as she needed to use the restroom.

She moved her bag from behind her to her lap, and as she unzipped it, Wen Nansen discreetly reached over, handing her a pack of tissues from under the table.

Xu Xining paused, surprised he knew what she needed.

Wen Nansen gently placed the tissues on her bag, smiling at her with a warmth that softened her heart.

Wen Nansen wasn’t the type to insist on serving others at the table; he was like a spring breeze, caring for others in the same gentle manner.

Today, at the gathering deliberately arranged by Professor Zheng, he didn’t go out of his way to engage Xu Xining in conversation or try to curry favor, but his attention was always on her… even if he didn’t appear to be looking at her.

He cared for everyone, but some care was reserved just for her.

After returning, Xu Xining stubbornly rummaged through her bag, confirming she hadn’t brought any tissues.

Darn it, did he predict even this?

In the latter half, Professor Zheng was clearly drunk, as elderly people often overestimate their capacity.

His face flushed, he drunkenly circled around to Xu Xining’s side, sincerely grasping her hand and shaking it up and down, “Ms. Xu, you don’t know how honored I am to meet you!!!”

Xu Xining wore a pained expression, “Professor Zheng, you don’t know how much you’ve had to drink!!!”

Professor Zheng then staggered over to Wen Nansen, grabbing his arm and tearfully lamenting, “Time flies so fast… I feel like I just met you, and now I’m so old. When I die, you must wear that black suit to my funeral… Only then will I be complete.”

Wen Nansen had no choice but to help him sit down, “Don’t say such things, have some tea.”

Wen Nansen and Xu Xining, one on each side, held the sorrowful Zheng Hongyun, demonstrating remarkable teamwork as one poured tea and the other wiped his face.

Xu Xining couldn’t bear to watch, “I’m really sorry, Teacher Wen.” Such an embarrassing advisor.

Wen Nansen also softly said, “I’m the one who should apologize.” Such an embarrassing student.

Zheng Hongyun: One person embarrassing two! What a joy!

After the meal, Wen Nansen took Zheng Hongyun home, while Xu Xining took the subway back by herself.

On the way home, she recalled a paper Professor Zheng had mentioned during the meal, about the psychological impact on physiology, placebo effects, and PTSD-induced behavioral disorders.

The speaker had no intention, but the listener was attentive, and Xu Xining thought of Old Xu’s impaired logical abilities after the car accident.

At the time, Old Xu had seen many doctors, all saying recovery would have to be hoped for over time, but nearly ten years had passed with no signs of improvement.

What if it wasn’t just physiological but also psychological?

Xu Xining pondered this and messaged her classmate Su Jiachi, who was also in the jewelry business: [Su Jiachi, do you know any reliable psychologists?]

Su Jiachi quickly replied: [I do know one, who recently came to Huai River. He’s renowned in the industry, known as the “Mind Reader.” My dad, who had insomnia for decades, got better after a few sessions with him.]

He hesitated, considering Xu Xining’s current situation: [But he’s quite expensive.]

Xu Xining: [Price is not an issue.]

Su Jiachi: [That’s good. Doctor Xie’s clinic is at No. 118, Aegean Road, Zhongshan Street, contact number 138xxxx9528. Usually, you need to make an appointment in advance, but since you’re my referral, you can go directly.]

[He’s very selective, even if you pay, he might not take the case. I hope this helps you.]

Xu Xining wasn’t in a hurry to tell Old Xu, planning to consult first herself.

Following the address, she found a very secluded private clinic.

It was a Mediterranean-style white and blue vintage building, with semi-circular arches and interconnected corridors, giving a sense of tranquility and peace amidst the green trees.

Xu Xining knocked and entered, and a servant guided her, hearing she was a friend of Su Jiachi, to wait in the reception room.

As she walked through the quiet corridor, she suddenly heard a familiar voice. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in a pristine white coat with silver-framed glasses, hiding a pair of refined eyes.

Xu Xining: “?”

She pushed the door open, and the servant hurriedly stopped her, “Doctor Xie is still inside.”

Xu Xining said irritably, “Xie Yi? When did you start cosplaying as a psychologist?”

She pushed the door open further and saw another man standing by the window, tall, in a casual red jacket, black pants tucked into sleek boots, accentuating his slender calves.

The man turned around in surprise.

Xu Xining: “…”

What the heck!!

Two Xie Yis!!!