Quick transmigration, she doesn't love anyone!

Chapter 133 Reborn Scheming Woman from the New Era × Husband in an Arranged MarriageEducated YouthCo

It was rare for the two of them to have time to sit down quietly like this. Shi An watched as Du Xiang told him that a certain dish was delicious and casually put it into his bowl. Suddenly, he remembered that she had secretly saved the best food for him at the dinner table.

My heart ached yet I felt relieved.

What's remarkable is that they've come this far.

Sadly, she is no longer the person who only has eyes for him.

He watched her transform.

Shi An knew that Du Xiang didn't belong to that small village, even when she was spending sleepless nights preparing for the exam.

Du Xiang did not belong to him, and Shi An knew this clearly as she excitedly spoke of her ideals and visions in their correspondence.

She has her own pursuits, people and things she wants to protect, and is no longer a little girl who needs to wait at home for him to protect her. Even during that brief period when she needed someone to protect her, he didn't do a very good job.

At the beginning of their marriage, he still let her suffer in the Shi family. Later, he took her to live with him, but his own tasks always interrupted the few times they could spend together.

She never complained about anything, nor did she ever think there was anything wrong with him.

Even getting to where we are today, it all started for him, wanting to protect him, wanting to protect the people who were originally supposed to be protected by him.

But gradually, the things he brought to her heart started to take precedence over him.

Every step she took was flawless, and both publicly and privately, he should be happy for her.

But Shi An knew it wasn't like that. He had once been ranked first, and he knew how good that unique position was.

Occasionally, an irrepressible thought would cross his mind, and he would want to ask her if he could ever return to that position.

Shi An wasn't sure who liked whom more at the beginning. At that time, Du Xiang relied on him as her husband while protecting him without hesitation and showing favoritism towards him.

I seem to be the same.

But now, he is becoming increasingly dependent on her, while she has already filled her heart with too much; the more she fills it, the less of his share there is left.

Seeing Du Xiang still deep in thought while eating, Shi An sighed and suppressed his racing thoughts.

Taking a rare moment of relaxation, I jokingly said to her, "I really don't know what this school did to you."

Du Xiang snapped out of her reverie; she was quite interested in talking about this.

His unwavering patriotic beliefs and renowned alumni are readily apparent.

As she spoke of her aspirations and admiration, Shi An listened silently, nodding in agreement from time to time, truly resembling a parent and a talkative junior.

Shi An felt reluctant to leave, but fortunately, the end of the year was not far away, and they would be able to spend more time together then, unlike now, when they could only take a quick look at each other.

Du Xiang saw him off, planning to get some rest early tonight, a rare holiday.

This was her plan before she coaxed her roommate, who was about to fall asleep, to go with her to break into the armory.

I'll say it again: at her age, can she even sleep?

As soon as she unlocked the door, she sent her roommate away. Although her roommate was worried that she would be scared at night and was willing to risk her life to keep her company, she was persuaded to give up after a lecture from Du Xiang.

We are all good sons and daughters of the people. Feudal superstition is unacceptable. It's so late, even ghosts should be asleep by now.

Besides, if word got out, it would scare my roommates to death. She was genuinely reborn. If you look closely, they are all living people, except for her, who is dead. She is someone who has truly died. How can she not be considered a living dead? How can a ghost be as powerful as her?

She was wrong. The ghost was indeed more powerful than her. That's what Du Xiang thought when she was frightened by the sudden appearance of the dark figure.

But clearly that's not what she did.

Han Yuanzhou was hit by a stool that was suddenly thrown at him and fell down in pain.

Du Xiang heard the sound and turned on the light. Looking at the person lying on the ground, she didn't know whether to go in or back.

This time, it's truly a betrayal of one's master and ancestors.

Judging from the current situation, it seems that she is more at fault; it was wrong of her to pick the lock late at night.

Even if we take a step back and assume the worst, shouldn't he be held fully responsible for being out so late at night?

"Teacher, what are you doing here? I couldn't sleep last night and wanted to come and reinforce my knowledge. You scared me to death."

Han Yuanzhou didn't see Du Xiang by evening and couldn't sleep at night. He came over to disassemble and tidy up, feeling somewhat uneasy. Later, he simply decided to sleep here that night. Perhaps the cot he used for his afternoon nap was a bit uncomfortable, as he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. When he finally did fall asleep, the sound of someone picking the lock outside instantly woke him up.

Listening carefully to the muttering, I realized it was Du Xiang. He was about to get up and turn on the light, but he was a step too late.

If she were to turn the tables and accuse him after helping him up, it would be even more convincing.

Han Yuanzhou stood up and glanced at her, and Du Xiang felt guilty.

Before he could speak, Du Xiang quickly bowed.

"Good evening, teacher. I'm going to study now."

The teacher isn't very nice, but never mind, studying is the most important thing. The teacher should calm down if she sees her studying hard.

Du Xiang's feelings of guilt and nervousness only lasted for a short while. Once she was fully engaged, she was truly able to concentrate completely.

Han Yuanzhou glanced at the time every now and then, his brow furrowed.

As night deepened, Du Xiang showed no sign of leaving.

After she finished her first round of learning, she no longer needed Han Yuanzhou's guidance in the second round. Most of the time, he did his own thing, and she disassembled and reassembled the parts at her own leisure.

Previously, the focus of disassembly was on the structure, but now it's all about the details. It's just that she's in a hurry, and sometimes she disassembles too much at once, so she asks Han Yuanzhou to help her put it back together.

She would normally need to do it two or three more times to finish, but Du Xiang was particularly motivated tonight and planned to stay up all night to finish it.

She has many other things to do, and she has almost mastered this one.

Around four in the morning, looking at the person sleeping in the corner of the shelf, Han Yuanzhou frowned, called out softly, then sighed and picked the person up to place them on the cot.

Looking at the sleeping person, Han Yuanzhou carefully examined her. He did indeed have some unspoken feelings for Du Xiang.

She respected him greatly, as a teacher.

For a time, he was indeed contemplating suicide. If it weren't for his family, he would sometimes have preferred that Shi An hadn't saved him and that he had died on the mission rather than become a cripple.

This gloomy and deserted gun room was perfect for the rest of his life.

Staying away from everything related to the past is the only way he can justify his existence.

No one would know that there is a man here who spends his days in a daze, waiting to die. His name is Han Yuanzhou. He used to be a spirited man, but now he is a warehouse manager who is not very responsible.

Later, he had a student.

She doesn't know, and she won't understand, that he's happier on Tuesdays and Thursdays than on Wednesdays and Fridays.

Those two days are often when anticipation is at its peak. By Wednesday and Friday mornings, the anticipation gradually changes, mixed with resistance and avoidance.

She would arrive promptly and knock on the door between eight and a half and nine minutes after class on Wednesday afternoon.

Fridays take a little longer, ranging from eleven to fifteen minutes.