Chapter 87
After the meal, Shen Yanqing took Xie Mi for two laps around the playground to help digest, then they sat together on a bench under a big tree, watching the children happily running about on the field.
Xie Mi once again stroked her chin in a thinking pose, secretly glancing at Shen Yanqing’s profile.
He was smiling as he watched the children, tenderness brimming in his peach-blossom eyes.
Xie Mi looked around, spotted the cameramen who had to stay far away to avoid drawing attention, then leaned closer and whispered.
“Is your son in there?”
It’s said that big-shot tycoons often conceal information about their children to protect them.
For Shen Yanqing, a grown man, to suddenly bring her to an elementary school to eat lunch—and to be so familiar with the gatekeeper—could it be that his son was studying here?
Pretending to be filming a show just to secretly check on his son…
“Teacher Xie.”
Shen Yanqing’s voice interrupted her wild thoughts. His beautiful peach-blossom eyes looked straight at her, completely unguarded.
“Actually, sometimes you’re really kind of silly.”
Xie Mi narrowed her eyes, just about to retort, but his tone shifted.
“But fortunately…”
“Now I can finally keep up with your wild imagination.”
Xie Mi paused. Before she could even ponder what he meant, Shen Yanqing was suddenly challenged by a few elementary school boys.
They shouted that they were the most handsome in the school and insisted on battling him.
And so an intense marble-shooting match began.
Xie Mi laughed so hard she collapsed onto the bench, clutching her stomach.
“Big sis, can you help us?”
A little girl in school uniform with clear bright eyes tugged at her sleeve, pointing to the big tree nearby. “We found a treasure buried under it! But it’s too deep, we can’t dig it up.”
Treasure?!
Xie Mi sprang up like a carp flip, instantly energized. “Once we dig it up, it’s seventy for me, thirty for you.”
The girl nodded eagerly, then shouted excitedly to her struggling partners under the tree: “I found us a super strongman helper!”
Xie Mi: “?”
Little girl, is that polite?
But since she had been identified as a super strongman, of course she wouldn’t disgrace the title. With a roar, she rushed forward, grabbed two shovels, and began digging with glowing eyes like a maniac.
She nearly scared the two little girls into tears.
“Big sis, stop digging, you’re scaring me!”
“I got it!!”
Xie Mi laughed wildly, pulling a “treasure” out of the ground. Just as she was about to show the girls, she turned back and saw only two small figures fleeing with their faces covered, crying.
“Waaaah! Big sis mutated!!”
“…”
Invincibility is indeed lonely. She understood.
With no partners left to share the loot, Xie Mi stared at the treasure in her hands, momentarily dazed. After some thought, she decided to open it.
It looked like one of those time capsules, clearly buried by kids.
She wouldn’t just take advantage—she’d peek inside, then put in two little toys before reburying it, so that when the child dug it up years later, it would shatter their materialist worldview.
Click—
The capsule popped open, and a rolled-up yellowed slip of paper fell out.
Xie Mi unrolled it.
In childish handwriting, it said:
[Ten years from now I’ll become a great hero like Sixth Sis!]
Beneath that was a line written in sloppy, carefree handwriting:
[Just f***ing (crossed out) charge forward!!]
Xie Mi froze.
“Sixth Sis?”
It was just a common nickname—plenty of people had the same.
What truly stunned her was the handwriting below. It looked exactly like her own messy scrawl.
No way…
Before Shen Yanqing came back, she quickly reburied the capsule as it was, then returned to sit calmly on the bench.
On the surface, she was tranquil, but her mind was racing.
One bizarre coincidence after another—she could no longer dismiss this as just a normal “transmigration-into-a-novel” situation.
And Shen Yanqing’s mysteries were only growing deeper.
She could only keep testing further.
That afternoon, the program team gave them two options again:
- A bakery
- A royal-style café
Qiu Chengye’s group unsurprisingly chose the café. Xie Mi, wanting to improve her cooking skills, dragged Shen Yanqing to the bakery.
Thus, the two of them stood in the bakery like they were going to war, faces solemn as they began to make a cake.
“As long as we succeed this time, we’ll become the two people in the villa with the highest cooking skills—and the least abnormal food. Do you have confidence?”
Xie Mi asked seriously.
Shen Yanqing nodded just as seriously. “Let’s begin, Teacher Xie.”
The baking instructor chuckled. “Relax, you two. Making cake isn’t as hard as you think. It’s actually quite simple—”
Twenty minutes later, the first oven exploded.
The two people standing before it, their faces completely blackened, turned back to look at the instructor. Their soot-streaked faces showed only two pairs of startlingly clear eyes.
“Ah… ha, ha.”
The instructor gave a strained laugh to ease the mood. “Mistakes are inevitable the first time. Other students also mess up sometimes. Don’t be discouraged, let’s try again—”
“Holy crap!”
Ten minutes later, Xie Mi, carrying a huge bowl of cream, slipped and skidded ten meters across the bakery floor. The cream splattered across the ceiling in a perfect straight line.
Lying on the floor, she and Shen Yanqing—who had hurried over to help her—both turned their crystal-clear eyes toward the instructor again.
“…”
The instructor wiped his sweat nervously. “It’s fine, it’s fine. The floor is slippery. Just be more careful later. We can whip up fresh cream—”
Bang!
As Xie Mi crazily whipped cream again, her hand slipped and sent the electric mixer flying in a perfect parabola—landing squarely on the instructor’s head.
“Sorry, teacher!!”
The instructor finally snapped.
“Arghhhhhh I take back everything I said earlier! Damn it, I’ll fight you both!!”
Staff members hurriedly pulled the enraged instructor away, pacifying him with generous compensation until he smiled again.
“There are no unteachable students, only teachers who fail to teach. Every student is a kind and lovely little angel. I’ll definitely teach you two well~”
[No helping it, the program paid him too much]
[Hahahahaha I’m dying, you two really don’t belong in a kitchen]
[Maybe just stick to the ant set meal. Little Yu really is the only one in the villa who can cook]
[The two of you together are pure comedy gold]
[Wait, hold on, where’s my sweet couple-baking-together moment? Hm??]
In the end, at the royal-style café, Qiu Chengye and Liu Woxing were presented with a special little cake from the head chef.
Looking at its messy, chaotic appearance, Qiu Chengye wasn’t angry at all. Instead, he explained matter-of-factly:
“The more peculiar the appearance of a cake, the more expensive it is. True chefs aren’t bound by outward appearances. Allow me to taste this precious delicacy…”
He elegantly scooped up a bite and put it in his mouth.
Then, right on the spot, flames seemed to shoot from his throat, his eyes bloodshot as he mutated.
Yes. This was the very cake made by Xie Mi and Shen Yanqing.
