Who wants to be a male model after being reborn? I want to be a male god.

Chapter 374 Sometimes You Can Rely on Me

Yang Yiyao's question seemed particularly clear in the quiet office.

She tilted her head with a faint smile on her lips, and her fingers unconsciously fiddled with the childish ornaments on the desk.

Xu Wen's fingers tapping the keyboard paused slightly, and the blue light from the screen reflected on his chiseled face.

He did not answer immediately, but continued to save the report at hand before slowly turning his chair to face Yang Yiyao.

"The work partner stage? Or a fortune teller who often comes uninvited?" Xu Wen raised his eyebrows, with his usual teasing tone.

Yang Yiyao snorted and flicked the paper clip in front of Xu Wen: "This junior is really good at pretending to be confused."

She stood up, walked to the French window, and turned her back to Xu Wen: "When I did the divination this afternoon, I drew the 'Reversed Lovers' card. Now that I think about it, it's really accurate."

The office suddenly became quiet, with only the slight hum of the computer mainframe running.

Xu Wen's gaze fell on Yang Yiyao's back.

She was wearing a white and blue JK uniform skirt today, which looked particularly thin in the night.

This fortune teller who always had a sly smile on his face actually showed a rare hint of vulnerability at this moment.

"Aren't Tarot cards a thing to trick little girls?" Xu Wen deliberately used what she had said before to perfunctorily answer her. At the same time, he stood up and walked to her side, handing her a cup of freshly poured hot water.

Yang Yiyao took the cup of water, and the warm water made her feel a little warmer.

She looked down at the steam rising from the cup and said in a voice so soft that it was almost inaudible: "I can't fool you, but it's enough to fool myself."

Xu Wen did not respond, but stood side by side with her in front of the window, looking at the lights of the cruise ship on the river in the distance.

The lights of Linjiang City are bright in the night, like an inverted galaxy.

He suddenly remembered what Lan Qiu Sheng said, "It would be nice if there were stars in the sky," and a sense of inexplicable bitterness arose in his chest.

"Why are you following me today?" Xu Wen suddenly asked, turning his head and looking directly into Yang Yiyao's eyes.

Yang Yiyao's eyelashes trembled slightly. She opened her mouth but didn't say a word.

After a long time, she took a sip of hot water, and the citrus perfume mixed with the faint scent of shampoo lingered between them.

"My intuition and the Tarot cards tell me that something important will happen today." She made up an excuse for herself.

This is also consistent with her identity.

A fortune teller who always shows up uninvited.

"So you follow me from morning to night? When did Senior Yang become so free? Do you mean you don't need to care about Cece's Chinese Valentine's Day activities?" Xu Wen laughed.

"Everything has been arranged. Besides, isn't Mr. Xu's lifelong event more important than the Chinese Valentine's Day activities?" Yang Yiyao turned around and leaned against the glass window, looking up at Xu Wen.

Xu Wen shook his head and walked back to his desk and sat down: "Don't give me that, you know nothing happened between us."

"I heard everything you said to her." Yang Yiyao interrupted him, his voice suddenly becoming serious.

She paused and looked directly at Xu Wen: "Are you saying those words to her or to yourself?"

Xu Wen sat back in his chair and continued to work, twirling a pen in his hand: "Eavesdropping is not a good habit."

"I'm not a good person. Xu Wen, do you believe in fate?" Yang Yiyao walked back to the table, put her hands on the table, and leaned closer to Xu Wen.

The two were so close that they could feel each other's breath.

Xu Wen could clearly see his own reflection in Yang Yiyao's pupils, as well as the serious look in her eyes that he had never seen before.

"No, I only believe in myself." Xu Wen replied calmly.

Yang Yiyao suddenly smiled, stood up and took out a small silver wine flask from her bag: "I knew you would say that."

She unscrewed the lid and took a sip, then handed it to Xu Wen: "Want some?"

Xu Wen took the jug, and the mellow aroma of whiskey hit him in the face.

He took a sip, and the burning sensation burned from his throat to his stomach: "You carry this with you?"

He never expected that the senior sister who usually looked so well-behaved and serious would actually carry alcohol with her.

"The fortune teller's secret weapon is to make people tell the truth." Yang Yiyao blinked and regained her cunning expression.

"Then you should have taken it out earlier, so that you don't have to follow me all day." Xu Wen took another sip and returned the wine jug to her.

Yang Yiyao took the wine jug and her fingers brushed against Xu Wen's fingertips intentionally or unintentionally: "Xu Wen, have you ever thought about why I always appear by your side 'coincidentally'?"

Xu Wen leaned back in his chair and looked at her carefully: "Because you are free?"

Among all the women around him, the one he could least understand was Yang Yiyao.

The two of them clearly have no relationship, and there is no close bond between them.
But she just refused to leave and persisted.

"Because I tried to stay away from you." Yang Yiyao's voice suddenly became low.

"The Tarot cards told me that I will regret it if I ever come into contact with you, so I want to stay away from you." She twirled the wine jug in her hand.

The city lights outside the window cast changing shadows on her face. Xu Wen listened quietly without interrupting.

"But I dream of the same scene every night. You are standing at the entrance of the college entrance examination room, and my brother calls you Teacher Xu." Yang Yiyao looked up, with a light in his eyes that Xu Wen had never seen before.

"Well, then what?" Xu Wen asked softly.

Yang Yiyao took a deep breath and suddenly took out the deck of tarot cards from her bag. She shuffled them three times with a quick movement and then slapped them on the table: "Draw one."

Xu Wen frowned: "Again?"

Yang Yiyao tilted her head, her hair falling from her shoulders: "This is more interesting, isn't it?"

Xu Wen looked at her for a moment, then finally reached out and pulled a card from the deck and turned it over.

"The Fool." Yang Yiyao whispered the name of the card.
On the card, a young man stands on the edge of a cliff, with a loyal puppy at his feet, a simple bag hanging on his shoulder, and an innocent and fearless smile on his face.

"A symbol of a new beginning, the Fool represents a fearless spirit of adventure, the coexistence of innocence and potential." Yang Yiyao's voice softened unconsciously, and her fingertips gently stroked the outline of the young man on the card.

She paused, and moved her gaze from the cards to Xu Wen's eyes: "It's like someone who dares to challenge the authority of the university creation committee teacher right after entering school."

Xu Wen stared at the card and said, "I remember this card also represents impulsiveness and recklessness?"

Although he knew nothing about Tarot cards, he had been with Yang Yiyao, the charlatan, for so long that it was impossible for him not to remember them.

"That depends on how you understand it. Just like some people, there are better options around them, but they always turn a blind eye to them." Yang Yiyao blinked cunningly and deliberately dragged out the tone.

Her eyes swept meaningfully over the photo of Gu Xingruo on Xu Wen's desk.

Xu Wen raised his eyebrows, leaned back slightly, and the office chair creaked slightly: "What is this implying?"

"It's just an interpretation of the cards." Yang Yiyao shrugged innocently, but there was an unconcealable smile on the corners of her mouth.

She reached out and took back the "Fool" card, shuffling it three times in one smooth motion, the cards making crisp sounds in her hand.

"Another one?" She laid the shuffled cards out in a fan shape.

This time Xu Wen did not hesitate. He directly pulled out a card from the middle and turned it over.

"Hermit".

On the card, an old man in a gray cloak is standing alone on the top of a snowy mountain, holding a lantern. The faint light from the lantern seems particularly precious in the darkness.

"Solitude and introspection, what answers are you looking for?" Yang Yiyao's voice suddenly became soft, with a hint of seriousness that Xu Wen had never heard before.

She looked from the cards to Xu Wen's face, trying to catch the slightest change in his expression. Xu Wen's eyes moved from the cards to the window. The city lights were bright in the night, but there was not a single star to be seen.

"Maybe I'm just used to being alone." His voice was calm and almost indifferent.

He had walked alone for many days and nights.

Yang Yiyao suddenly leaned forward, and the citrus perfume mixed with the faint scent of shampoo lingered between the two of them.

She was wearing a white and blue JK uniform skirt today, and the bow on the collar of her shirt swayed gently with her movements.

"Habit does not mean liking, just like you are used to rejecting everyone's care, but it doesn't mean you don't need it." Her voice was soft, but every word was clear.

There was a brief silence in the office.

"The third one." Yang Yiyao broke the silence and pushed the cards in front of him, leaving tiny sweat stains on the table with her fingertips.

Xu Wen opened it.

"Lovers".

This card is still the same as this morning, but this time it is upright.

On the card, a pair of lovers stand below an angel with the sun-drenched Garden of Eden in the background.

Adam and Eve were naked but shameless, with eyes only for each other.

"Tarot cards can also make mistakes." Xu Wen chuckled and pushed the cards back to her.

Yang Yiyao looked straight into his eyes and found that the pair of eyes that were always smiling were now so deep that no one could see the bottom.

"Maybe it's not the cards that are wrong, but your perception of yourself," she said word by word.

She suddenly gathered up all the cards, her movements more hasty than usual, the cards rustling in her hands.

"Let's stop here today." Her voice returned to its usual briskness, but with a hint of reluctance that Xu Wen could detect.

Xu Wen noticed her unusual behavior and followed her hands as she put away the cards: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Yang Yiyao lowered her head to sort the cards, her long hair hanging down to hide her expression.

She quietly put the "Fool" card into her pocket. This was her little secret for the day.

"I just suddenly feel that some answers shouldn't be told to you by the cards." When she raised her head, she had regained her normal smile, her eyes curved into crescent shapes.

"Speaking of which, do you believe in past lives and present lives?" Xu Wen suddenly asked.

He couldn't say that he was reborn. This was his biggest secret, so he could only use such vague terms.

It was the same environment again, and they were alone together.

Xu Wen confided to Yang Yiyao a secret that he had never told anyone before.

This is not the first time he has done this.

Yang Yiyao was putting the tarot cards back into the velvet bag when her fingers suddenly paused and the tassels on the bag entangled around her fingertips.

"Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"Curious, your opinion as a professional fortune teller." Xu Wen turned to her with a probing look.

Yang Yiyao tilted her head in thought, her hair swaying with her movements, emitting a soft luster under the light.

She noticed Xu Wen's eyes fell on her hair, which made her heart beat faster unconsciously.

"Souls may be reincarnated, but memories cannot," she said slowly.

"So whether there is a past life or not, what matters is the choice you make in the present moment." She suddenly moved closer, close enough to see the curve of Xu Wen's eyelashes and smell the faint scent of aftershave on him.

Xu Wen leaned back slightly to distance himself from her. This subconscious action made Yang Yiyao's heart tighten.

"This doesn't sound like a fortune teller's answer." His tone was teasing, but his eyes flickered.

"Because I know what you want to hear is not the answer from mysticism." Yang Yiyao sat back in his chair.

"Come to think of it, you've been working overtime alone recently? Gu Xingruo and Xia Ning are not here?" Yang Yiyao changed the subject.

"I'm used to it." Xu Wen answered lightly.

Yang Yiyao stared at him for a few seconds and suddenly said, "You know what? Sometimes I feel like you're an old man who has lived several lifetimes."

Her voice was joking, but her eyes were serious.

Xu Wen's fingers stiffened slightly, and the coffee cup he had just picked up paused in the air for half a second.

According to his real age, he is now in his early thirties and is indeed older than everyone around him.

Many years of working as a male model have also made him look a bit seasoned.

Although he was reborn as an eighteen-year-old, it did not mean that he really became an eighteen-year-old boy.

"What do you mean?" Xu Wen's voice remained steady.

"It's the feeling of seeing through everything, as if you have experienced everything. You are only a sophomore, but you are calmer than the old man." Yang Yiyao gestured, looking straight at him.

Sometimes she even feels like she is the junior.

Xu Wen relaxed, and the lines on his shoulders were no longer so tense: "That might be caused by the torture from you unreliable seniors."

He said this in a deliberately exaggerated tone, trying to ease the sudden tense atmosphere.

"Hey!" Yang Yiyao pretended to hit him, but stopped halfway.

Her fingertips stopped a few centimeters away from Xu Wen's arm, and she could feel the warmth radiating from his skin.

"But seriously, you can rely on others occasionally." Yang Yiyao's voice became softer, with a hint of softness that Xu Wen had never heard before.

She paused and her eyes fell on Xu Wen's slightly blue eyes, which was the result of continuous overtime work.

"For example, me." These three words were so soft that they were almost inaudible, but they were particularly clear in the office where only two people were present.

The office fell silent again.

Xu Wen's eyes fell on Yang Yiyao's profile and noticed that she had put on exquisite makeup today. The mascara made her eyelashes look longer and thicker.

"It's getting late, shall I take you home?" Xu Wen finally broke the silence.

Yang Yiyao shook her head and stood up, her skirt swaying gently as she moved: "No, I drove here by myself."

She packed her things and carefully placed the tarot cards into her bag, as gently as if they were treasures.

When she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, put her fingers on the door handle and applied a little force: "Xu Wen."

"Hmm?" Xu Wen looked up and saw the skirt of the JK uniform fluttering gently in the air-conditioning wind.

"No matter what answer you are looking for, remember to look back. Someone may be waiting for you to find it." She turned around with a rare seriousness in her eyes.

Without waiting for Xu Wen's response, she pushed the door open and left, leaving behind only a whiff of citrus scent.

Xu Wen stood alone in front of the window, looking at Yang Yiyao standing downstairs waiting for the designated driver.

She got in the car only after the designated driver got in.

The car lights came on and drove away.

(End of this chapter)