My Supernatural Exes Are Desperate to Win Me Back

With a single punch, the man’s face burst into a blossom of blood, then he was yanked back by the collar for a second punch! A third! And a fourth!

Each punch landed with a thud, the sound of flesh being struck hard. It continued until the final snap of breaking bones was heard!

Wen Nansen released his grip, and the man slumped to the ground like a sack of flour, silent and still.

Cold rain slipped through Wen Nansen’s fingers, washing away the sticky blood.

His fingers were pale, slender, and well-defined, seemingly meant for holding a pen or playing a violin. Even stained with blood, they were strikingly beautiful.

Wen Nansen fluttered his light golden eyelashes, perhaps due to the curtain of rain. His usually gentle blue eyes darkened in the shadows, colder than the rain itself.

As Wen Nansen walked, he unbuttoned his cuff with one hand and said in a hoarse voice, “I apologize for my irrationality.”

After speaking, he strode forward and delivered a powerful hook punch, sending the lead man crashing into a wall! This was followed by a fierce elbow strike, and Xu Xining watched as the man’s chest caved in.

She felt a bit dizzy, realizing… Teacher Wen could indeed get angry.

It was a one-sided domination. Xu Xining had no idea he was capable of such violence.

Indeed, she had seen the muscles on Wen Nansen, but on Teacher Wen, they seemed like harmless decorations. He never exuded an oppressive air, always gentle and restrained. Even holding a knife, he didn’t seem threatening.

Some people are just like that, seemingly born with a good temperament.

But when such people get angry, it’s a silent explosion formidable enough to instill fear.

In the sweeping rain, the blond, blue-eyed man continued punching, turning, elbowing, knee spinning, slamming, and chopping, then back to powerful punches!

Some thugs tried to flee, but to their horror, they discovered an invisible barrier in the alley that no one could pass through.

They fought desperately, pulling out knives and stabbing at the man, who didn’t flinch. His fists crushed both the blades and bones!

Pure violence! The violence that erupted as powerfully as the rain from his fists!

Spirits are a peace-loving race, and Wen Nansen, who detests war the most, is a master of violence but never resorts to it.

There’s almost nothing in this world that could make him lose his composure, to make even the gentlest spirit want to inflict the most brutal punishment with his body.

It seemed like a long time, yet also just a blink of an eye, and the ground was littered with fallen thugs. Scarface lay face down in a trash can, his dark blood pooling into a river on the ground.

Only the relentless sound of rain remained.

Wen Nansen turned and walked back, kneeling on one knee in front of the girl. He took off his coat, spread it out, and wrapped the drenched girl gently, seating her on his bent leg. He reached out to touch her joints, checking each of her bones.

Rainwater fell from his eyelashes, creating a misty haze, and there he was again-the ever-gentle Teacher Wen.

He quickly checked her over and suddenly noticed that the girl was leaning against his shoulder. Her pale face was drenched by the rain, but the liquid flowing onto his shoulder was warm.

Her tears mixed with the rain as they streamed down her cheeks.

His voice trembled slightly, “Where does it hurt?”

Xu Xining shook her head. Ever since Wen Nansen had arrived, she hadn’t felt any pain. She didn’t realize it was the Spirit’s powerful Healing Spell; she thought she was simply numb from the pain. All she felt was exhaustion… and a flood of grievances, as plentiful as the rain.

“Aunt Liu deceived me,” she whispered, her forehead resting against his shoulder.

The whole situation was simple, and she understood it with just a little thought.

Jiang Jiahao had bribed Aunt Liu to lure Xu Xining out under the pretense of gathering evidence, but it was all just a trap.

Originally, Aunt Liu intended to make a scene over her son’s sudden death to demand compensation from Huanyu Group. She had pleaded earnestly with Reporter Xu, saying, “Please, Reporter Xu, you’re so kind, you’re my only hope,” only to turn around and betray her.

“I wanted to seek justice for her son, but all she wanted was money,” the girl’s eyes remained clear, heartbreakingly so.

Wen Nansen looked at the girl in his arms. She was battered and bruised, fragile enough to break with a touch. Yet, even in such a state, her heart wasn’t filled with anger or hatred, just simple sadness.

-Sadness for the person she wanted to help, who chose to hurt her instead.

“This world has never been that kind. People will do anything for their own gain. I knew long ago that you were too kind-hearted, and that’s why I love you.”

Wen Nansen leaned over, his broad shoulders shielding her from the falling rain.

He gently wiped away her tears, his eyes filled with deep compassion:

“But Xu Xining, I hope you won’t be so kind.”

In his past life, the first time Wen Nansen met Eileen was in the trenches amidst a hail of bullets.

At that time, the countries of Sui and Grant were at war, with battles raging for months. The final standoff took place on the Brelay Plain.

If the battle lines pushed past the Brelay Plain, Sui could advance northward and swallow Grant. However, if the conflict dragged on until October, the onset of a harsh winter would give Grant, skilled in cold-weather warfare, the upper hand.

The Brelay Plain became the ultimate battleground, with both sides pouring in troops, resulting in countless deaths, like a relentless meat grinder.

Wen Nansen, unable to bear witnessing so many lives lost, chose to become a battlefield doctor, snatching people from the clutches of death.

It was on that harsh battlefield that he encountered a slender girl.

She had her chestnut hair tucked under her hat, her face blackened by smoke. With a large bag on her back, she crouched in the trench, sketching rapidly on yellowed paper with a pencil, occasionally showered with dirt from stray bullets.

Wen Nansen asked the man beside him who she was.

The man spat, calling her a lunatic for insisting on being on the battlefield, warning him to stay away from her.

Later, he asked Eileen the same question.

Eileen lifted her long lashes, revealing eyes as blue as the sea. There was a captivating brightness in them, a light that made her dirt-streaked face strikingly beautiful.

She said, “I’m a journalist, a war correspondent. I’m here to tell the world the truth about this war.”

Her reports and sketches of the war’s horrors were sent back home, reaching every household through newspapers. The brutal reality of the war was vividly depicted by her crude pen and sharp words, sparking anti-war sentiments among the people of both nations. The desire to “stop the war” was voiced by ordinary citizens, escalating into protests and demonstrations.

But war brings enormous profits. She had touched the interests of certain people, who then bribed soldiers on the battlefield to eliminate Eileen. In a place where death was all too common, they didn’t even need to act directly. They secretly altered her maps, leading her into a minefield.

When the mines exploded, Eileen instinctively shielded her face. At that moment, a Spirit intervened from afar, creating an invisible barrier that shielded her from the blast. She miraculously survived, though she lost a leg.

Wen Nansen didn’t know why he had done it. He never interfered with the outcome of wars or aided any nation; he only treated the wounded. When they died, he would leave quietly, moving on to the next rescue.

He didn’t care about the death of any individual. He had lived too long, seen too much, existing on the fringes of human society with only a faint sense of compassion.

But why did he save her?

Wen Nansen himself didn’t know. Perhaps it was because she, like him, was the only one in this mad war who didn’t care about the outcome.

They didn’t want anyone to win. They just wanted peace.

That night, Wen Nansen made his usual rounds. The cramped ward was filled with the groans of the wounded. The girl was curled up on a cot in the corner, the dim candlelight illuminating the silent tear tracks on her face.

Wen Nansen asked her where it hurt; he had one last painkiller.

Eileen shook her head. She said, “I know who wants to kill me. It’s Martin. His father died in the war, his two brothers died in the war, and after he enlisted, his mother and sister died in the famine.”

She looked up at the man, the candlelight reflecting in her clear eyes, flickering suddenly.

She said, “I want the war to stop. I want peace. I want to help thousands like Martin. I want to help him, but he wants to kill me.”

“War turns people into monsters, so I don’t blame him,” Eileen said softly. “I’m just… a little sad.”

The underground was damp and hot, lacking ventilation, surrounded by wails and curses, and the persistent stench of festering wounds.

Her voice was light, as if it were a nonexistent breeze underground. Wen Nansen suddenly felt an unprecedented suffocation.

He crouched down, gazing into her moist eyes, and slowly said, “I’ve seen many wars, far more than you can imagine. Believe me, you’ve done your best, but the war won’t end.”

“You’re injured. Staying here will only lead to death,” Wen Nansen glanced at his pocket watch and calmly said, “I have a way to get you back home, tonight.”

Xu Xining was injured and caught in the rain, and soon developed a mild fever, falling into a deep sleep.

She had bruises of various sizes all over her body, the worst being a fractured left kneecap. However, Wen Nansen did not immediately take her to the hospital.

If an X-ray at the hospital confirmed her injuries, he would have to endure her healing at the slow pace of a normal human, but he wanted to heal her now.

The Guardian Spell he had placed on Xu Xining would only be triggered in the event of a critical injury. He had to hide his non-human powers as much as possible. Leaving only a tracking spell wouldn’t expose him, but that was essentially a 24-hour Locator. He didn’t feel he had the right to monitor her movements.

Sensing that the spell had been triggered, Wen Nansen teleported to her side immediately.

In matters concerning her, he always tried to arrive as quickly as possible, yet he always felt he was too late.

Wen Nansen carried her to the car, his palm covering her knee. Once her knee had almost fully healed, he placed her in the passenger seat, buckled her seatbelt, and drove towards the hospital.

They had just turned a corner when a loud thud came from the roof of the car.

Something had leaped onto the moving car from above, pulling the passenger window open a couple of inches. Transparent tentacles flowed in like liquid.

The tentacles quickly reshaped into a human form, becoming a clean, handsome figure.

The dark-eyed young man squeezed into the passenger seat in a posture no human could maintain, his gaze on the girl both focused and pained, a silent self-reproach spilling out.

He reached out slowly and wiped the blood from Xu Xining’s lips.

Wen Nansen watched his actions and said nothing.

Xu Xining had not returned home on time, and her phone was off. Zhan Xingye couldn’t help but go out to look for her, following her trail here.

If he hadn’t heard Xu Xining’s slow but steady heartbeat from afar, he would have stopped the car immediately. Most of his tentacles were still hovering in the air; if he pressed down, he could flatten the car into scrap metal.

Zhan Xingye looked up, his gentle demeanor gone, his gaze cold as he confronted Wen Nansen: “What happened.”

Wen Nansen calmly explained the situation.

His admission was akin to confessing guilt. The safety of humans was a red line for the Administration Bureau, and Exotic Species were strictly controlled due to their powerful abilities.

Wen Nansen beat up eight humans, an act that under the contract regulations would result in at least a decade of criminal punishment.

Wen Nansen, without looking away, drove steadily: “I will surrender to the Administration Bureau for violating the contract, but before that, I need to get her to the hospital.”

Zhan Xingye watched him for a moment, then said indifferently, “If anyone asks, say you had nothing to do with this.”

Wen Nansen: “?”

Zhan Xingye’s tone turned colder: “You shouldn’t have left so many traces.”

After he spoke, he vanished from the car.

Wen Nansen looked out the window. Zhan Xingye, who could compete in speed with Huo Ting, who teleported in thunderstorms, was naturally nowhere to be seen.

Wen Nansen suddenly realized that his last remark, in every way, sounded like… he was criticizing him for not committing the crime well enough?

When Zhan Xingye arrived at the Guangmao Building, the Administration Bureau personnel were already on the scene.

Several specialists from the Execution Department were rushing into the alley, carrying devices that resembled leather lanterns. Upon seeing him, they immediately exclaimed, “Captain Zhan, it’s bad! There’s been a large-scale attack by an Exotic Species!”

Teacher Wen, despite his actions, had shown mercy. Apart from the Scarface who had stabbed Xu Xining and was now a corpse, the others were still barely breathing, albeit with seven or eight broken bones each.

For Zhan Xingye, the traces left by Wen Nansen were as clear as day, but for the other specialists, they needed special tools to determine what kind of Exotic Species was involved.

Inside the leather lantern was a rare firefly Demon Insect, glowing green with each breath.

“A Spirit?!” one specialist exclaimed in horror. “Aren’t Spirits supposed to never harm humans?! This is the first time a Spirit has openly violated the contract! This must be dealt with seriously!”

A transparent tentacle coiled around the leather lantern like a snake.

The specialist was alarmed, “Wait! The light turned red! Now it’s blue, green, purple, yellow…” The firefly Demon Insect began to flicker wildly like a disco ball.

The specialist said, “The Demon Insect seems to have gone crazy… and quite severely at that.”

“No worries!” a colleague quickly pulled out a bone-white Demonic Bone Compass. “The Eight Directions Compass can track the scent left by Exotic Species as a guide…”

A tentacle waved back and forth around the compass.

The compass spun like a little windmill.

The colleague was shocked, “Oh no, the compass is broken too!”

“Captain Zhan, can you track where this Spirit is?” an investigator asked urgently.

In the eyes of the Administration Bureau staff, Zhan Xingye was already as revered as a war god, with legends saying there was no Exotic Species he couldn’t track.

Once, at a crime scene where only the victim’s ashes remained, Zhan Xingye had crouched down, sifted through the ashes, and then leapt out the window like an arrow. Three minutes later, he returned, expressionless, carrying the corpse of the Exotic Species.

It was nothing short of miraculous.

Zhan Xingye lowered his eyelashes, “I can’t.”

The investigator asked, “Why not?”

Zhan Xingye, sounding like a college student about to take a fitness test, replied weakly, “Because I’m sick.”

The investigator was speechless.

This was catastrophic! The Captain, who worked 400 days a year, battling enemies rain or shine, was actually sick!

Though he appeared fine, this was the bureau’s moral exemplar, the overtime fanatic, the king of all workaholics!

If he said he was sick, it must be serious! To be so ill and still come to the scene in the rain-what dedication!

Others cast admiring glances his way.

Meanwhile, the medical team was diligently trying to save the remaining seven thugs, urgently bandaging their broken bones.

Transparent tentacles silently spread through the rain, piercing each thug’s brain, leaving only mosquito-sized wounds on the back of their necks.

Ruthless, cold, precise.

The young man, wearing a hood, leaned against the wall, his eyelashes drooping as if weary, his eyes filled with a murderous intent.

Seconds later, chaos erupted among the medical team as the previously stable individuals suddenly died simultaneously… Medical personnel scrambled to find the cause.

Zhan Xingye adjusted his hood, hands in his hoodie pockets, and turned to leave, his slender figure blending into the rain.

Behind him, the tentacles diligently erased tire tracks and footprints, obliterating any scent in the air, leaving the scene meticulously clean.

…

Wen Nansen had assumed that as the Administration Bureau’s ace Exotic Species Killer, Zhan Xingye’s bottom line was the safety of humans.

He was wrong.

Zhan Xingye’s bottom line had always been Xu Xining.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere within the Jiang Family was tense, a silence so profound it felt suffocating.

Jiang Jiahao was shouting into his phone, furious: “How could they be dead? All of them?! You told me the people you found were professionals, didn’t you? Each one of them has a few lives on their hands, how could she possibly kill them?”

The voice on the other end said something else, prompting Jiang Jiahao to curse again. Another call came in: “Mr. Jiang, for some reason, the trending topic you wanted isn’t going up.”

“Not going up?” Jiang Jiahao was livid, “I paid for this! How could it not go up?”

A screen recording was sent over, showing the trending topics they had bought about Xu Xining-rumors of affairs between teacher and student, cheating, article fabrication-each one was taken down almost as soon as it appeared, disappearing before anyone could even see them.

The hired internet trolls and marketing accounts they had paid for were unable to be found, as if they had vanished into thin air. Media channels they once controlled were now uniformly blacklisting them.

At the same time, the top trending topics on Weibo were:

Xu Xining Clarification

Huanyu Group Defamation Saga

Mass Defamation Users Receive Legal Notice

It was as if some enormous entity had emerged from the shadows, coldly watching them, silencing them completely.

Jiang Jiahao was still in shock when the old patriarch of the Jiang Family called.

His usually authoritative voice was trembling with fear, revealing his frail age: “I ask you… how on earth did you dare to provoke the Lin family?”

At that moment, the Lin Group was still bustling with activity, lights blazing, people coming and going, the sound of keyboards clattering and phones ringing incessantly.

Miss Lin had just… truly lost her temper.

In the evening, a helicopter roared as it landed on the rooftop helipad of the skyscraper.

A woman with long hair, dressed in a black and white knit suit and wearing black-rimmed glasses, didn’t wait for the helicopter to fully stop before she leapt down the last small distance in her high heels, striding into the top floor of headquarters to convene an emergency meeting with the PR department.

Lin Wei projected the trending topics related to Xu Xining onto the big screen, leaning back in her chair, her lips a vivid red, her voice cold and hard: “I’m on a business trip, not dead. Why was I not informed?”

The meeting room was silent.

Everyone present was a high-level executive of the Lin Group; it was impossible for them not to know who Xu Xining was.

However…

Internally, they couldn’t help but complain wildly: Please, you always act like you’re going to cut ties with your daughter forever. We don’t dare mention her, okay? We saw it, but who would dare tell you? Isn’t that just asking to be shot down?

Moreover, wasn’t there a rumor that Miss Lin had severed ties with her daughter? She should be indifferent, right? But now it seems she’s not just concerned-she’s absolutely furious!

Lin Wei took a deep breath, tapping her fingers on the table. “I want results within 24 hours. And the Huanyu Group… what is it?”

Her assistant quickly handed over information about the Huanyu Group.

Lin Wei frowned as she skimmed through it, not even bothering to look up. “Cease all business with Huanyu, sell off all shares we hold in Huanyu, cut off their financial chain, inform their suppliers that dealing with Huanyu means being shut out by the Lin Group. Have the legal team sue those spreading rumors-leave no one out…”

Every word she uttered was executed with astonishing efficiency.

Everyone present at the meeting was a top player in the business world. The sound of keyboards clattering filled the room as instructions were relayed through networks and phones to Lin Group’s enterprises nationwide. The professional PR department activated their emergency plan, making Huanyu Group’s little tricks seem insignificant in comparison.

“Interesting, targeting Xu Xining,” Lin Wei mused as she returned to her private office, settling into her chair. Even her demure black-framed glasses couldn’t hide the sharpness in her eyes.

She spoke coldly, “Do they think I’m dead?”

Yulan entered, leisurely pouring Lin Wei a cup of tea. “So, after all you’ve done, you still won’t admit it was you? I heard someone tried to trace the connections between the law firm and Lin Group to uncover your relationship with Xu Xining, but you suppressed it.”

Lin Wei lifted her gaze, her voice icy. “What relationship? Huanyu slapped me in the face, and I’m not allowed to retaliate? Was I helping her? I was protecting Lin Group’s image.”

Yulan met her serious expression and suddenly burst into laughter, catching Lin Wei’s fierce glare. She quickly apologized, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, but I couldn’t help it.”

Lin Wei snapped, “If you want to laugh, get out and do it!”

Yulan leaned on her, patting her arm, laughing even harder. “Ha! Lin Wei, oh Lin Wei… what can anyone do with that mouth of yours?”

Meanwhile, Xu Xining was completely unaware of the storm brewing online.

She was groggily taken to the hospital by Wen Nansen, who seemed to have some connections with the director. The director personally appointed a chief physician, arranged for a top-notch ward, and after a thorough examination, found nothing serious. They just gave her an IV to reduce inflammation and fever.

It was nearing midnight by then. Xu Xining had been poked and prodded, sleeping fitfully for a few hours, but now she couldn’t fall asleep.

Strangely, she had felt seriously injured before, but now the knee that had seemed excruciatingly painful was merely bruised.

She had climbed trees, jumped fences, and gotten into fights since she was young, and a bruise was nothing to her.

Lying in bed, staring at the IV drip, Xu Xining suddenly remarked, “I didn’t realize I was so resilient.”

Wen Nansen, sitting by the bed, was speechless.

“Really,” Xu Xining murmured to herself, “Eight burly men, and I walked away unscathed… Could it be that I’m actually quite strong?”

Wen Nansen felt she might be overestimating her abilities and couldn’t help but gently correct her, “You might not be as strong as you think.”

“No.” Xu Xining was feeling inflated.

The girl lay on the hospital bed, her face marked with scratches and her lips bitten, clenching her fists as she spoke deliberately, “I’m so damn strong! I must have some natural talent for fighting. I chose the wrong career! I should be an assassin!”

Wen Nansen: “…”

He leaned forward, his emerald eyes fixed on her with a disapproving look. “Don’t do anything dangerous.”

Xu Xining giggled, still slightly feverish, as if in a half-drunken state, her eyes misty and moist. “Teacher Wen, you’re so easy to fool. I’m just joking.”

Wen Nansen watched her with concern, her cheeks flushed and her breathing a bit heavy.

Despite her jokes, the sadness in her eyes lingered like a fog.

Wen Nansen spoke softly, “You’re still young. If you want to change careers, there are many paths you can take-publishing, teaching, brand PR… Whatever you do, I’ll be there with you.”

Xu Xining: “No.”

Wen Nansen paused.

Xu Xining turned her head, a strand of golden hair falling onto the pillow. She looked at Wen Nansen with determination. “No, I still want to be a journalist. Some people, their voices go unheard. I’ll speak for them. And others, they twist the truth, smear facts, cover up reality… A journalist should tell the truth to the world.”

The room fell silent, the soft glow of the wall lamp casting a gentle white light on Wen Nansen’s profile.

The clock on the wall ticked rhythmically, tick, tick, tick.

Wen Nansen’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, unable to find words.

He seemed to lose the ability to speak, just watching her, watching her, his eyes reflecting the girl’s resolute spirit, gradually overlapping with those deep blue eyes in the candlelight of years past.

He remained silent like a statue.

Many years ago, in that damp and foul underground, he put away his pocket watch and told Eileen, “I’ll send you back home, tonight.”

Eileen held his hand, her gaze firm, saying, “No, I’m not leaving.”

Eileen said that as long as the war wasn’t over, her work wasn’t done. She couldn’t end the war now, but even if she could bring peace one day, one minute, one second sooner, it would save countless innocent lives.

“I’m a war correspondent,” Eileen’s eyes burned with determination. “I’m injured, but I’m not dead.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I want to tell the world the truth about the war.”

…

Xu Xining felt a bit embarrassed under Wen Nansen’s gaze. “Does it sound a bit juvenile? Never mind, I won’t say it anymore. But I didn’t come up with that line; I heard it from someone else. I just can’t remember who.”

Wen Nansen said, “I remember.”

Many years ago, when he first met Xu Xining, he told her, “You don’t need to use formal titles with me. You can call me Nansen.”

The girl tilted her head in surprise, pulling out a piece of Lemon Candy and holding it to his mouth, saying, “This is a symbol of friendship. If we’re friends, you’ll eat this candy!”

Xu Xining beamed, “Nansen, then we’re friends! Since I call you Nansen, you can call me by my English name too.”

She walked briskly ahead, turning around, her skirt swirling, the midsummer light filtering through the trees onto her.

The glaring sunlight hit Wen Nansen’s eyes, the cicadas’ song like the sea, and for a moment, it seemed like the whole world faded away, leaving only the girl’s slightly red lips gently moving.

She smiled brightly, “You can call me Eileen.”

…

“My name is Eileen, and I’m a journalist, a war correspondent.”

“I came here to fight for peace.”

“You’re not human, are you?”

“From now on, I am the wife of a Spirit!”

“Death is the end of life. I was born a common person, and I wish to die as one.”

“Nansen… let go.”

In the blink of an eye, many years have passed in the world.

He still remembered the girl’s young and tender face in the trench, as clear as if it were yesterday. He remembered holding her hand at her bedside at the end of her life. But when he turned around, everything had vanished like smoke and clouds, leaving only a cold grave.

Alone in the depths of the forest, the snow kept falling. He had seen too much death, attended countless funerals. He thought he could face it calmly.

But how could he, how could he.

Soon, the time he lost her exceeded the time he had her.

Oh, Eileen…

Like a gentle pluck of a string, it evoked more than a hundred years of unspoken longing.

Xu Xining walked backwards, saying lightly, “When I was young, I read in history books about Eileen, the world’s first war correspondent. Her sketch ‘The Enemy’s Dying Tears’ shocked the world and ended the war that was expected to last into its first year prematurely. People called her ‘War Correspondent.'”

“I like that name,” Xu Xining said earnestly, “I want to be a journalist too, to be as formidable as her!”

Xu Xining looked at him, visibly startled, then ran back in a flurry, “Are you okay? Why are you crying? Are you that sensitive to sour? Then spit it out, okay, I admit not everyone likes this kind of candy…”

It was then that Wen Nansen realized the taste of the Lemon Candy in his mouth; perhaps it was the bitterness in his heart that made it taste sweet.

He gently shook his head, crouched down, and looked up at the small face of the girl: “You will be.”

His eyes shimmered like a shattered lake, the man took a deep breath and showed a smile full of tenderness.

He was clearly smiling, yet his eyes were so sad.

“Because… you are just like her.”