The Ex-Husband Came to Inspect? This Green Bottle Fly Was Truly Disgusting!

After an entire morning of fuss, the fitness tests on the south field finally ended.

The freshmen scattered toward the cafeteria and dorms, wailing like a flock of ducks freshly released from a refugee camp.

Fatty Wang had really stolen the show today. Now he had his arms around Liu Chen's and Chen Mo's shoulders, spittle flying as he bragged about his heroic finish.

"Fatty, you're treating us. You got your fill of showing off today. You owe us a good meal." Liu Chen adjusted his glasses, seizing the chance to shake him down.

"No problem! Second floor of the cafeteria, all the stir-fried pork you can eat!" Fatty thumped his chest with soaring bravado, then turned toward Lin Bei behind them. "Brother Bei, coming?"

Lin Bei was just about to nod when the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He took it out and saw a WeChat message from his counselor, Shen Ruoxi.

"Lin Bei, the fitness tests are over, right? Come to my office."

Lin Bei slipped his phone back into his pocket and waved at Fatty and the others. "Go eat without me. Something came up. The counselor wants to see me."

"Holy shit, Counselor Shen wants you?" Fatty leaned closer, his face full of gossip. "Brother Bei, did you get yourself in trouble again? Or... has Counselor Shen taken a fancy to a piece of fresh meat like you?"

"Piss off." Lin Bei laughed and kicked Fatty. "Go eat your lunch."

After sending those clowns away, Lin Bei followed the tree-lined path toward the administration building.

Early autumn sunlight filtered through the gaps between the camphor leaves, falling warmly across his face.

With both hands in his pockets, Lin Bei ambled up to the third floor of the administration building.

When he reached the counselor's office at the end of the hallway, the door stood ajar.

Lin Bei raised his hand and knocked twice.

"Come in." Shen Ruoxi's gentle voice came from inside.

Lin Bei pushed the door open and entered.

Cool air from the air conditioner washed over him, carrying a faint jasmine fragrance.

Shen Ruoxi sat behind her desk, reading documents.

Today, she wore a fitted black business suit over a pure white silk blouse.

One button at the collar was undone, offering a glimpse of dazzling, snowy white skin.

Her pencil skirt hugged every inch of her voluptuous curves. Her long legs, wrapped in black stockings, were crossed, and she wore black stiletto heels.

Lin Bei clicked his tongue inwardly, but his expression remained as steady as an old dog.

Hearing him, Shen Ruoxi looked up from behind her desk.

When she saw Lin Bei, her stern expression softened.

"Sit."

She pointed at the chair opposite her, then went to the water dispenser, filled a cup with warm water, and handed it to Lin Bei.

Lin Bei accepted the cup and sat down in the chair.

"Counselor Shen, what instructions do you have for me?"

Shen Ruoxi sat opposite him, her gaze somewhat complicated. A long while passed before she spoke.

"About what happened last time... I still haven't formally thanked you."

Lin Bei took a sip of water and answered casually, "It was no trouble. Don't worry about it, Counselor Shen."

Shen Ruoxi bit her lower lip, an unnatural blush rising on her fair cheeks.

Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the desk, as though she were fighting some internal battle.

The office was so quiet that only the air conditioner's vent could be heard blowing.

"Actually... I called you here today because I wanted to ask... about my condition..."

By this point, her cheeks had turned completely red.

Last time, Lin Bei had seen at a glance that she had suffered menstrual cramps for years, along with extremely severe uterine cold.

It had tormented her for several years. She had made countless hospital visits and taken piles of Chinese and Western medicine, without any improvement.

Every period left her in unbearable agony, to the point that even getting out of bed was difficult.

But last time, Lin Bei had easily relieved the menstrual cramps that had been tormenting her so badly.

That was why she wanted to ask Lin Bei whether he could cure it.

If he could truly cure it for good, she was willing to pay any price.

Lin Bei understood what Shen Ruoxi wanted to ask. He set down his paper cup, his expression growing more serious.

He looked Shen Ruoxi up and down.

His Qi Refining Second Layer cultivation allowed him to clearly see a mass of murky, cold energy coiled in Shen Ruoxi's lower abdomen.

"It can be cured," Lin Bei said with certainty.

Shen Ruoxi's eyes lit up, and she unconsciously leaned forward.

"Really? Then... how would you treat it? Chinese medicine?"

Lin Bei tapped the desktop twice, his tone calm.

"Medicine is too slow, and it only treats the symptoms, not the root. It'll take acupuncture combined with therapeutic massage to completely clear the blocked meridians."

"But..." Lin Bei paused, his gaze turning somewhat subtle.

"But what?" Shen Ruoxi asked nervously.

"We'll need somewhere absolutely quiet, where we won't be disturbed." Lin Bei looked into her eyes. "And during the acupuncture..."

Before he could finish-

Bang!

Someone suddenly shoved the office door open from outside.

The force sent the door slamming against the wall with a dull thud.

Lin Bei frowned and turned his head.

A middle-aged man sporting a beer belly swaggered inside.

The man was in his forties and wore a designer polo shirt, its collar ostentatiously popped.

The moment he entered, the pleasant jasmine fragrance in the office was overwhelmed by a strong, pungent smell of cologne.

It was Shen Ruoxi's ex-husband, Zhao Yutang, a deputy division chief at the Jinghai Education Bureau.

As soon as Zhao Yutang entered, his gaze locked onto Shen Ruoxi, who was sitting on the sofa.

Only then did he notice Lin Bei sitting opposite her.

Seeing Shen Ruoxi chatting alone with a tall, handsome young man, a shadow instantly flickered through Zhao Yutang's triangular eyes.

But he was, after all, a seasoned operator in the government system, and his expression changed extremely quickly.

"Ruoxi, I happened to be inspecting your school today, so I dropped by to see you."

Zhao Yutang tossed his briefcase onto the desk and pulled up a chair without asking, treating Lin Bei as though he were thin air.

"Are you free tonight? I booked a table at the River View Tower. Let's have dinner and... talk about us while we're at it."

Meanwhile, the instant Shen Ruoxi saw Zhao Yutang enter, her previously gentle expression dropped to freezing point.

She abruptly stood up, putting distance between herself and Zhao Yutang.

"Zhao Yutang, we're already divorced. We have nothing to do with each other anymore. Please leave immediately. You're not welcome here!"

Shen Ruoxi's voice was as cold as shards of ice, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

But Zhao Yutang was extremely thick-skinned and paid no mind to her icy expression.

"Ruoxi, why are you still so stubborn?" He rubbed his hands together and reached for Shen Ruoxi's arm. "I was wrong before. Haven't I come to apologize? Look how hard you work here, all alone as a lowly college counselor. As long as we remarry, I'll transfer you straight to the bureau..."

"Don't touch me!"

Shen Ruoxi abruptly stepped back, dodging his hand.

Forcing down the anger and hurt inside her, she turned toward Lin Bei, who had remained silent.

"Lin Bei, head back first. We'll discuss our matter this weekend."

Lin Bei glanced at Shen Ruoxi.

He understood the worry and pleading in her eyes.

Lin Bei stood and smoothed the creases in his camouflage trousers.

"All right. I'll leave you to it, Counselor Shen."

With both hands in his pockets, Lin Bei ambled out of the office.

Once he left the administration building, a wave of heat hit him.

Lin Bei retraced his steps toward the dorm.

He had just reached the foot of the dorm building when his phone vibrated again.

He took it out and saw a WeChat message from Shen Ruoxi.

"Sorry about that just now. You had to witness that embarrassing scene."

"I'll treat you to dinner at the revolving restaurant in the World Trade Center this weekend, and we can discuss the treatment in detail."

Looking at the words on the screen, Lin Bei quickly typed a one-word reply and sent it.

"Okay."

Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Lin Bei headed upstairs.

He pushed open the door to Room 502.

The three clowns were already back in the dorm.

Fatty sat shirtless in front of the electric fan, letting it blast him.

Liu Chen and Chen Mo each held a phone, looking at who knew what.

"Oh, Brother Bei's back!" Fatty turned and leaned closer, his face full of gossip. "What did the counselor want? Were you so slow in today's fitness tests that she's giving you special training?"

Lin Bei walked over to his bed, picked up a towel, and wiped away his sweat.

"Nothing much. We just chatted."

Finding that boring, Fatty changed the subject. "Brother Bei, the weekend's almost here. Any plans? How about we pull an all-nighter at an internet cafe? My treat!"

Lin Bei hung up his towel, walked to his desk, pulled out the chair, and sat down.

"Not going."

"What? Planning to secretly grind away in the dorm behind our backs?" Chen Mo adjusted his glasses.

Lin Bei unscrewed the bottle of mineral water on his desk and took a sip, his tone calm.

"Counselor Shen's treating me to dinner this weekend."

The moment he finished speaking-

The entire Room 502 suddenly fell silent.

Three seconds later-

"Pfft-"

Fatty and the other two voiced their contempt loudly in unison.

Fatty rolled his eyes and plopped back into his chair.

"Brother Bei, that bullshit is way too far-fetched."

"Exactly," Liu Chen chimed in from above. "Counselor Shen is the lofty, untouchable flower of our School of Economics and Management. The line of men chasing her could stretch from the south field to the north gate. She's treating you to dinner? Why not say the president invited you for tea?"

Chen Mo also shook his head and offered a solemn analysis.

"According to psychological research, people can hallucinate when they desire something intensely. Lin Bei, these are textbook late-stage symptoms of unrequited love. I suggest you book a psychiatry appointment at the campus hospital as soon as possible."

Looking at those three idiots, Lin Bei's lips twitched.

He couldn't be bothered to explain.

Believe it or don't.

While I'm feasting on fine food and drink this weekend, you guys can stay in the dorm gnawing on instant noodles.