Can We Say No to Divorce?

Chapter 859 - 609: Extra—The End

Bai Ye drove her home and noticed a persistent smile at the corner of her lips: "Feeling happy?"

"Yeah!" Qiao Xiaoyan nodded.

"Care to share?" Bai Ye asked.

Just as Qiao Xiaoyan was about to speak, he added, "Alright! If you don’t want to say, let me guess—I bet I should call you Associate Professor Qiao now!"

...

University.

When Qiao Xiaoyan returned to class, someone informed her that a new teacher who had studied abroad had arrived at the school.

Her heart skipped a beat, could it be...

When the principal formally introduced him, today, he was wearing glasses, and the marks left by time and experiences on his face made him appear more mature and composed.

"Let me introduce our Professor Song Xuyao!" the principal said, "Professor Song will combine real-world combat with criminal theory to teach everyone!"

The crowd applauded, and there was no trace of gloom on Song Xuyao’s face; instead, he wore a charming smile.

The principal then pointed to Qiao Xiaoyan: "And let’s also welcome our Associate Professor Qiao Xiaoyan..."

Qiao Xiaoyan smiled and greeted everyone, silently wishing, Principal, could you drop the ’Associate’ part?

After exchanging greetings, those who had classes went to their classes, and those who had assignments to prepare went to prepare.

In the corridor, Qiao Xiaoyan and Song Xuyao stood facing each other, their eyes meeting.

Song Xuyao, bathed in the glowing light, smiled warmly as he extended his hand: "Associate Professor Qiao, pleased to meet you!"

Qiao Xiaoyan extended her hand, her smile as warm as ever, and shook his big hand: "Professor Song, pleased to meet you!"

There was gossip about whether they had crossed paths abroad since both returned from overseas at the same time.

"Associate Professor Qiao, did you meet abroad?" someone asked.

"Yes!" Qiao Xiaoyan replied generously, "My final class was taught by Professor Song!"

Song Xuyao had quite a knack for teaching, focusing more on practical exercises while encouraging students to interpret theoretical knowledge themselves.

Qiao Xiaoyan worked similarly; however, one taught marksmanship and strategic thinking against criminals, and the other focused on dissecting cadavers.

Thus, rumors spread among the students.

Professor Song’s students said:

"I scored ten rings in today’s shooting, but Professor Song said there are still some who are better than me; I’d like to see..."

Associate Professor Qiao’s students said:

"I’ve seen corpses for the nth time today, yet I still end up retching terribly. I can’t understand how gentle beauty like Associate Professor Qiao treats corpses as if they were lovers..."

Song Xuyao then said, "How can you compare like that? Corpses like lovers? The more you love, the deeper you cut?"

"Professor Song is too humorous!" a student laughed, "But I think being dissected by Associate Professor Qiao is a blessing."

Indeed! Song Xuyao agreed.

On the weekend, Qiao Xiaoyan was at the university library, checking some materials.

Before she finished, the librarian called out, "Associate Professor Qiao, someone’s looking for you!"

"Tell him I won’t be done anytime soon!" Qiao Xiaoyan replied.

She continued her research. After about half an hour, someone sat across from her, silently waiting without saying a word.

Qiao Xiaoyan found it curious; Bai Ye would sometimes come to the library on weekends to find her, but as soon as he arrived, he would clamor to take her for some gourmet or exercise.

Bai Ye would never sit quietly; he found reading boring.

Qiao Xiaoyan raised her head to see it was Song Xuyao sitting there.

Could it be... he was the one calling her out earlier?

"Was it you earlier?" Qiao Xiaoyan asked.

Song Xuyao nodded, "At mealtime, I noticed Associate Professor Qiao wasn’t meeting anyone, so I thought I’d invite you to dine together."

"Who said I’m not meeting anyone?" Qiao Xiaoyan was displeased, "I don’t even know how many people are lining up to invite me; it depends if I feel like accepting!"

Song Xuyao gazed at her: "Does Professor Qiao feel like it?"

She regarded him; he remained calm, never too passionate. Perhaps, a man who had experienced ups and downs, separations, and reunions, who had been tempered by time, would always appear serene and composed.

Even as he waited for her, he remained so quiet and unhurried.

"Just for a meal, isn’t it?" Qiao Xiaoyan packed her books and left with him for a meal.

...

On Monday, there was a practical class.

Bai Ye came to the university to conduct shooting exercises for the students, and upon arriving, he brought breakfast for Qiao Xiaoyan.