My Supernatural Exes Are Desperate to Win Me Back

Xu Xining didn’t embrace him.

She stood up, watching Huo Ting pull up his collar, refusing anyone’s help, and walking away alone with a desolate figure.

The men in black followed him obediently, like shadows without thoughts.

Secretary Wei was the last to leave. He bowed respectfully to Xu Xining, his voice gentle, “I apologize for the fright caused to you and your friends. I will compensate for your clothes.”

“No need,” Xu Xining shook her head. “You’ll take him to see a doctor, right?”

Secretary Wei shook his head, “I know you don’t believe it, but doctors can’t help him. He won’t live for many years after leaving you, yet he doesn’t want to tell you.”

Xu Xining was puzzled, “I’m not a doctor, how can I help him? And how did he suddenly become so ill?”

She felt uneasy. If she had known Huo Ting was so pitiful, she wouldn’t have been so harsh on him.

“I was looking at Secretary Wei’s perky butt.”

“Please pretend you never heard what I just said. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

Wei placed a hand on his chest, bowed, and turned to leave.

Xu Xining silently watched his retreating figure. She had a good impression of Wei; he was courteous and humble, like a British butler from the last century. Although he was being exploited by the unscrupulous capitalist Huo, Xu Xining felt that he was telling the truth.

What did it mean that Huo Ting couldn’t live without her? Could it be that Huo Ting was depressed? Could a domineering CEO also suffer from depression?

Yu Yuanyuan walked up to her and sighed.

Xu Xining said gloomily, “Actually, I don’t hate Huo Ting that much. He wanted me to live well and use good things, and he didn’t really do anything to me. I just wanted him to give up, so I said harsh words… Do you think I was too heartless?”

Yu Yuanyuan replied, “Not at all.”

“Then why did you sigh?”

“I was looking at Secretary Wei’s perky butt.”

Xu Xining: “…”

A few days later, Yu Yuanyuan sent Xu Xining a message in horror, saying that Wei really transferred 100,000 to her account. She didn’t dare accept it and thought about returning it.

Xu Xining told her to keep it.

After all, this amount was nothing to Huo Ting, and he offered it willingly, so why not accept it?

Yu Yuanyuan sent a voice message with sixty seconds of screaming, then tactfully asked: “When is Huo Ting coming to date you again? I’m available anytime.”

Xu Xining: “…You said before that the electrical accident was too scary and you wouldn’t go again.”

Yu Yuanyuan: “But this is 100,000! Even if I get struck by lightning, it’s what I deserve, and I’d need to be struck a few more times to feel at ease with the money.”

Yu Yuanyuan: “Transferred 90,000 yuan to you.”

Yu Yuanyuan: “Feeling a bit more at ease now / The person I pointed out is my lifelong good sister.”

However, Huo Ting didn’t come looking for Xu Xining.

Xu Xining didn’t know if he went to see a doctor, but she had blocked all his contacts and proposed never to interact again, so there was no need to reach out to him.

She happily moved back to her own apartment across the hall. Zhan Xingye silently helped her pack, not looking as happy as she was…

At the end of summer, a few rains brought the temperature down. People on the streets began wearing thicker clothes, and a breeze occasionally blew by with a hint of chill. The sky turned a refreshing mint blue, faintly showing signs of autumn.

Xu Xining became more adept at being an on-camera reporter. Those who initially shouted “wife” in the live broadcast gradually calmed down, but as long as she appeared on camera, the viewership was always significantly higher than other news.

September arrived in a blink, and on Teacher’s Day, Old Xu specifically called Xu Xining, saying he had two boxes of tea for her to give to Teacher Wen.

Xu Xining protested, “Teacher Wen only taught me one elective course… Do I really need to celebrate Teacher’s Day for him?”

Old Xu laughed heartily, “It’s just an excuse. Teacher Wen took you to the hospital before and even paid for your hospital bills. Did you thank him? Besides, aren’t elective course teachers also teachers? You ungrateful child.”

Xu Xining thought about it and agreed, obediently carrying the tea to express her gratitude.

She rang the doorbell, and Wen Nansen opened the door quickly, as if he had anticipated her visit.

The man wore a white shirt underneath a light gray plaid sweater and gold-rimmed glasses, looking gentle and scholarly.

Xu Xining held up the tea, smiling sweetly, “Teacher Wen!! Happy Teacher’s Day!”

Wen Nansen let her in, took the tea, and smiled, “I only taught you one elective course, and you’re celebrating Teacher’s Day for me? Planning to visit a hundred teachers today?”

“Exactly! That’s what Old Xu said!” Xu Xining couldn’t help but agree, then coughed, “No, not a hundred, just you.”

Wen Nansen smiled at her, “Did Teacher Xu force you to come?”

“How can you say force?” Xu Xining sweet-talked, “Because you taught so well, I benefited greatly, never forgetting, and it had a profound impact on my life.”

Wen Nansen asked, “What was the name of the course I taught?”

Xu Xining hesitated, “…Western, poetry classical… classical culture?”

Asking a college graduate about the full name of a sophomore elective course, who are you trying to embarrass! Who!!!

Xu Xining immediately changed her tune, “Actually, it wasn’t that profound.”

Xu Xining babbled, “Mainly, it provided spiritual edification.”

Xu Xining gave up resisting, “It’s me, I’m uneducated.”

Wen Nansen chuckled, going to the kitchen to prepare fruit for her. Xu Xining, with nothing to do, wandered around the kitchen like a little supervisor.

Wen Nansen washed strawberries at the sink, his movements gentle and meticulous. He glanced at her, “Looking for something? The lemon yogurt is in the fridge.”

Xu Xining replied, “No, no, I just suddenly thought, do you remember when you found me in the deserted mountains in the south of the city?”

“Of course I remember.”

Xu Xining said, “At that time, I stayed on the mountain for two days, and someone was with me the whole time.”

Wen Nansen turned off the faucet, his wet hands resting on the counter, his handsome brows slightly furrowed. “I found you and took you to the hospital within an hour. Maybe I didn’t notice, but there shouldn’t have been anyone nearby.”

Spirits have excellent memories, almost photographic. Yet, Wen Nansen’s recollection of that time was unclear. The blessing meant for Eileen, triggered after a hundred years, left him outwardly calm but internally chaotic. He had crossed continents and oceans to reach the Huai River, but couldn’t even remember the shape of the mountain.

He only remembered the girl curled up in the cave, her small face, thin body, and the eyelashes casting shadows on her pale eyelids.

Xu Xining waved her hand and grinned, “It’s okay, I already know who it was.”

Wen Nansen nodded, raised his hand to feed Xu Xining a washed strawberry, and smiled, “Is that so? Then you should thank him properly,” he said, wiping his hands as he walked towards the living room, “I have some beautiful ornaments here. See if there’s anything suitable to give him.”

With a mouthful of strawberry, Xu Xining mumbled, “No need, I can thank him myself!”

Wen Nansen turned back with a smile, “That’s good too. I’ve always regretted not reaching you sooner. Knowing someone was with you is important to me.”

Xu Xining patted him with a friendly smile, “There was no way to be sooner. We didn’t know each other back then.”

Wen Nansen’s golden eyelashes lowered, his green eyes deep, “Perhaps I’m greedy, always wanting to appear in your life a bit earlier.”

Xu Xining exclaimed, “Teacher Wen…”

Wen Nansen smiled helplessly, “Alright, I won’t say it, I won’t say it.”

While Wen Nansen was washing fruit, Xu Xining wandered around, vaguely hearing a “quack quack” sound from the door.

Curious, Xu Xining walked over, opened the door, and found a goose outside.

A big white goose, fed by Teacher Wen until it was as plump as a pig, its neck stretched to her shoulder height.

Xu Xining thought, wow, Teacher Wen’s taste in pets is extraordinary. People usually have cats or dogs, but he has a goose!

Wait a minute.

Why does this goose look familiar?

Memories she thought were long forgotten suddenly resurfaced…

Isn’t this the big white goose she insisted on bringing back after getting drunk at a class reunion?!

Teacher Wen actually kept it and raised it so well!

Xu Xining opened the door and greeted, “Long time no see, comrade goose. Want to come in?”

The big goose waddled in, suddenly flapping its wings and flying! Quacking loudly! Running wild around the house! Knocking over Wen Nansen’s vase! Startled by the sound of shattering porcelain, it panicked! Dashing around, knocking over a series of ornaments!

Like a whirlwind! A chaotic invasion!

The sound of breaking porcelain poured out like a waterfall!

Xu Xining’s mind was about to explode!

The only pet she ever had was a Good Man, and she thought all small animals would gracefully walk onto the sofa, noble, obedient, and intelligent.

But how could she have known she wasn’t raising a mere beast, but an eight-hundred-year-old Fox Spirit?!

Xu Xining shouted for it to stop while sprinting to catch the goose!

The goose was flying, she was yelling, and porcelain was shattering!

When Wen Nansen came out of the kitchen, he saw this chaotic scene.

Feathers everywhere, his row of antique ornaments in the hallway shattered into a mess, and the blonde girl wrestling with the goose on the floor.

Wen Nansen quickly walked over, lifting Xu Xining with one hand and the goose with the other, separating them.

“Are you hurt by the shards?” Wen Nansen gently placed the girl on the sofa.

Xu Xining wore a pained expression, “I was so wrong. It’s not a revolutionary comrade; it’s a class enemy.”

Wen Nansen put the goose outside, closed the door, and chuckled, “You let it in?”

Xu Xining sincerely admitted her mistake, “I’m sorry, Teacher Wen. Please don’t tell Old Xu.”

She had attended many high-society gatherings with Lin Wei since childhood and developed a keen sense for expensive items.

Nothing in Wen Nansen’s home was a fake, and several of the vases that broke were at least auction-level.

Except for the last ceramic vase, which was slightly misshapen and probably not worth much, but Xu Xining remembered Wen Nansen saying it was the most precious one.

Great, it was broken too.

Wen Nansen showed no sign of blame, calmly handing her the washed strawberries, “It’s alright. Don’t get up yet; I’ll clean up.”

Xu Xining lay on the sofa eating strawberries, watching Wen Nansen walk back and forth, sweeping up the shards with a broom.

The girl was genuinely remorseful, “I’m sorry, Teacher Wen, for breaking your favorite ceramic vase.”

“This one?” Wen Nansen didn’t seem to mind, “It was yours to begin with. If it’s broken, it’s broken.”

Xu Xining paused, “You mean… Eileen’s?”

“She made it herself,” Wen Nansen admitted calmly.

“So you didn’t go to see Xie Jing?” Xu Xining couldn’t hold back and asked.

“I don’t need a psychologist,” Wen Nansen smiled at her, “I know exactly what I’m saying.”

Xu Xining thought, what should I do? Teacher Wen is such a good person, yet he’s been so affected by the death of his white moonlight that he’s still unwell and refuses treatment!

She didn’t mind the matter of Eileen at all now, eating strawberries and looking around, instead feeling a bit curious, “Is there anything else in this house that’s Eileen’s?”

Wen Nansen heard the lightness in her tone, his gaze dimmed slightly, but he still straightened up and pointed to the painting opposite the sofa, “That one.”

It was a huge oil painting.

Bold in color, chaotic in lines, bright blocks of color filled every corner of the canvas, giving the illusion of an explosion of information density, as if standing high above, overlooking a bustling market under the sun, with vibrant blocks of color everywhere.

The only problem was…

She couldn’t understand it at all!

Eileen truly was a master of abstraction!

Xu Xining asked, “What is this painting about?”

“I don’t know,” Wen Nansen replied. “This was the last painting she made before she passed away. She said there was something she wanted to say to me in it, but until the day she died, I couldn’t decipher it.”

Xu Xining thought to herself, As expected of an art student ex-girlfriend-she really knows how to play with these kinds of moods. I can’t compete, really can’t.

Wen Nansen turned to look at her. “What do you think?”

Xu Xining said, “Don’t-don’t ask me, I’m really not her.”

Wen Nansen, unusually insistent, said, “From an artistic perspective.”

Xu Xining replied, “You don’t know me just from today. My art skills haven’t improved since kindergarten.”

Wen Nansen: “Just try.”

Having just broken a pile of someone’s antiques and their white moonlight’s relic, Xu Xining knew she was in the wrong, so she straightened up, sat upright, and stared wide-eyed at the painting.

Wen Nansen waited patiently, watching her face.

Autumn’s golden sunlight draped across her cheeks like a sheer veil. The girl’s eyes were clear, her lashes long; when she was quiet, there was a serene calm about her, just like years ago, sketching on the banks of the Tiber at dusk, her hair catching the orange-red evening breeze.

Suddenly, Xu Xining spoke, “Look at the lower right corner.”

Wen Nansen stood behind her, following the direction of her finger. “Where?”

“That green, oval shape, with a little bump on the top right.”

“Mm, I see it.”

Xu Xining said slowly, “Doesn’t it look a bit like… a poisoned little pig?”

Wen Nansen: “……”

Xu Xining felt she’d proven with full effort that she and Eileen, far from being identical, couldn’t be less related.

The Xinghe Culture banquet in mid-September was just around the corner-a golden opportunity to make an impression in front of the parent company’s executives. Director Rong was down with a severe cold, running a fever of forty degrees at home.

His voice hoarse, he called Wen Nansen and said, I can’t make it, you go with Xu Xining.

Wen Nansen replied that whoever’s turn it was should go; he wouldn’t take up the company’s spot.

By seniority and position, it ended up being Director Liu who went with Xu Xining.

Although Director Liu had previously opposed her becoming an on-camera reporter, Xu Xining didn’t hold a grudge. She didn’t mind who she went with.

She wore an elegant white off-shoulder evening dress, showing off the beautiful curves of her shoulders and neck. Most importantly, the dress was loose at the waist-Yu Yuanyuan had told her a rumor that the Xinghe Culture banquet always had unlimited Australian lobster, and she was ready to eat her fill.

Unexpectedly, Xu Xining hadn’t even taken a bite when Director Liu stood up. “Bring your drink. Come with me.”

Xu Xining, stomach rumbling, could only follow.

Director Liu hadn’t originally had the chance to attend a banquet of this level-it was only because Director Rong had fallen ill that she got her turn.

At these events, eating was secondary; socializing was the main thing.

Director Liu, unusually enthusiastic, made rounds to greet people at every table.

Xu Xining didn’t know a single person, standing quietly behind, smiling politely.

She wasn’t interested, but that didn’t mean others weren’t interested in her.

Director Bao from Xinghe Culture was chatting with Director Liu, but her eyes were glued to Xu Xining. “Oh, the young lady’s really popular online these days. Young people-so impressive, not nervous at all.”

Xu Xining didn’t understand why she was supposed to be nervous-this banquet wasn’t even on par with the afternoon teas she attended as a child. But she was an expert at pleasing middle-aged folks: “Director Bao, you look so young! Feels like you’re only a few years older than me.”

Director Bao was delighted, laughing heartily, clinking glasses with her, and taking a sip.

Xu Xining just touched her lips to the drink out of politeness.

But Director Bao’s face fell instantly, clicking her tongue. Director Liu turned back and laughed, “The little girl’s not being very proper. You have to finish your drink. Director Bao drank more than you.”

Xu Xining replied tactfully, “I’m not really good with alcohol.”

Director Bao didn’t mind. “What’s the harm in one glass? I’m not asking you to drink a lot. If you can’t, you should practice.”

Director Liu nudged her with an elbow, giving her a cold look. “Why do you think I brought you out here?”

Xu Xining thought, Who did you bring out? Wasn’t I formally invited? Stop acting like my mom, okay?

She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to make things awkward, then tipped her head back and drank.

Instantly, the mood thawed. Director Bao and Director Liu beamed, and the introductions continued: “Come, come, this is Director Xu.”

Xu Xining: …Another one?

The same pleasantries followed. Director Xu said, You drank with Director Bao, but not me-is there something wrong with me? Xu Xining thought, That wouldn’t be fair, so she drank again.

Next up was Manager Liu. Manager Liu said, Last time, the young girl Director Rong brought could knock back a whole jin; you’re only on cup number three. Can’t keep up?

After two drinks, Xu Xining’s alcohol courage inflated exponentially. She said, Who says I can’t? and drank up.

After that, Xu Xining had no idea how much she drank. She was drinking on an empty stomach, got drunk fast, and the more she drank, the bolder she became.

At first, she didn’t notice, but when the discomfort hit, it was like a soda bottle cap popping off-the nausea surged up all at once.

The middle-aged man beside her kept pushing drinks into her hand, smiling benevolently above the table, but under the table, his hand slid unnoticed onto the delicate curve of the girl’s knee.

“I don’t want to drink anymore,” Xu Xining said, bitterness in her mouth. “I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

Director Liu teased from the side, “Isn’t that perfect? Drink this, then you can throw up.”

A slender hand suddenly reached over and took the glass from Xu Xining’s hand.

Xu Xining looked up, dizzy.

From this angle, she could see the man’s sharply defined jaw and lips.

A fine gold glasses chain swayed gently; the warm lenses hid thick, light-gold lashes and a deep, green gaze.