My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 185 Destined
University life flies by.

For Chen Xiaomiao, these past few years have felt like a dream.

From a young Taoist priest in the Republic of China era who couldn't even turn on a light, she has transformed into a "modern person" who can drive a car, use a mobile phone, and discuss her period of history with others.

On the first day of senior year, in a quiet bar near the school, the lights were dim and the music was languid.

Chen Xiaomiao, Tang Wen, Li Tong, and Zhang Yufei occupied a booth by the window.

Although Chen Xiaomiao did not live on campus, Tang Wen and the others had long taken her for granted as an unofficial member of dormitory 302.

Come on, let's wish each other a bright future!

Tang Wen raised her glass, still the most energetic person to create a lively atmosphere.

She is preparing to take the entrance exam for a graduate program at a university in the capital, hoping that her years of hard work will finally bear fruit.

"May our Wenwen get into the capital city, make a lot of money in the future, and support the three of us!"

Zhang Yufei joined in the commotion, as she was preparing to take the teacher qualification exam as arranged by her family, though the future remained uncertain.

Li Tong, who was preparing to go home to take the civil service exam, took a sip of fruit wine and said with a worried look: "What future? I just want to get out of here and give up."

You wouldn't believe it, hundreds of people are vying for one job back home, I'm so worried my hair is practically turning white.

The girls chattered about their work, future prospects, and how the conversation naturally circled back to Chen Xiaomiao.

"Xiao Miao, what are your plans?"

Over the past three years, they have witnessed Chen Xiaomiao transform from a girl with an accent and a slightly "eccentric" personality into what she is today.

Although he still has that mild-mannered, unassuming nature, his demeanor has become increasingly calm and reserved.

"I'm not going to take the postgraduate entrance exam, nor am I looking for a job."

Chen Xiaomiao took a few sips of wine and habitually started talking about her elegant voice from the Central Plains, which the others were already used to.

"I plan to go home and become a full-time housewife."

This answer was exactly what everyone expected.

"Sigh... Marrying into a wealthy family is definitely the easiest thing to do."

Li Tong expressed her envy and jealousy, and Zhang Yufei chimed in.

"There's nothing we can do, our little seedling is just so pretty!"

Chen Xiaomiao smiled and didn't refute.

Tang Wen seized the opportunity to start a conversation: "Hey, have you guys seen the school forum? In this year's graduation season campus beauty pageant, Xiao Miao is overwhelmingly in first place!"

"No!"

Mentioning school gossip, Li Tong immediately perked up, tapped her phone screen and showed it to everyone: "Look at this photo, who took it? It's an amazing picture!"

That was a profile picture of Chen Xiaomiao reading a book by the library window.

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the glass, gilding her thick, long eyelashes with a golden edge. Her nose was straight and her lips were slightly pursed, her expression focused and serene.

The post already has hundreds of replies.

"Is this a senior from our School of Humanities? She's even prettier in person than in photos!"

"Friendly reminder: I heard that the senior is single. I haven't seen her get close to any guys in the past four years!"

"Wake up, upstairs. Do you think you can see the fairy of our crappy school dating? She's probably already been reserved by some big shot from outside the school who drives a sports car."

……

Chen Xiaomiao looked at herself in the photo and felt a little unfamiliar with herself.

She had absolutely no interest in this "campus beauty" contest, waving her hand and saying, "What campus beauty or not? We're almost graduating, why bother with all this nonsense?"

"What do you think they would think if they knew the school beauty was already a mother?"

"Go! Go! Go……"

Chen Xiaomiao rolled her eyes at them.

The other girls continued to tease her, bringing up one topic after another.

The meal lasted until after 9 p.m. before the group finally parted ways.

"Xiao Miao, where did you park your car?"

"I've been drinking today, so I'm not driving. Someone's coming to pick me up."

"Oh, a private car pick-up and drop-off!" Zhang Yufei teased, winking. "Is it your boyfriend?"

"No, he's away on a business trip," Chen Xiaomiao answered honestly. "He's the family driver."

"..."

After spending a lot of time with Chen Xiaomiao, they've gotten used to her occasional "Versailles" remarks, yet she says them with such nonchalance that you can't even feel jealous.

The four walked side by side on their way back to school, the night breeze dispelling much of their drunkenness.

The school gate was brightly lit, as it was the peak time for students to return to their dormitories after their night out. It was bustling with people coming and going.

The group stood with Chen Xiaomiao by the roadside waiting for a car, chatting idly.

Suddenly, a boy wearing a trendy T-shirt, with a youthful face but trying to appear mature, came up to them.

The boy was about 1.8 meters tall, dressed in trendy clothes, his hair styled with hair gel, and he wore a self-satisfied handsomeness and a confident smile. "Hello, senior."

His voice carried the youthful vigor unique to young people, but the greasiness in his eyes made people uncomfortable.

Chen Xiaomiao was taken aback by this scene: "You... no, you... you called me?"

"Yes, Senior."

The boy tried to sound relaxed, but his tone betrayed his nervousness.

"My name is Zhou Zihang, and I am a freshman."

He took out his phone, opened the QR code interface, and handed it forward: "Senior, can I add you on WeChat and get to know you? I don't mean any harm, I just want to be friends with you."

Chen Xiaomiao was completely dumbfounded.

During her four years of university, she wasn't without people who expressed their affection for her.

But this is the first time I've ever seen someone stand right in front of the school gate asking for my contact information.

The words of refusal circled on the tip of my tongue several times, but I just couldn't figure out how to say them.

The more she hesitated, the brighter the light in the boy named Zhou Zihang's eyes became, as he thought there was a chance.

"Senior, please give me a chance, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, a black Alphard pulled up in front of the school.

With a soft "whoosh," the car door opened to the side.

Before anyone could react, Lu Yang leaped up and, with his short legs, arrived in front of Chen Xiaomiao, looking up and shouting.

"Mom!"

Upon hearing her son's voice, Chen Xiaomiao's initial panic and embarrassment vanished instantly, replaced by a mother's instinct.

"Hey, Yangyang!"

She bent down, picked up her son, and asked with a smile, "What brings you here?"

"The driver just dropped Jasmine off, so I just stopped by."

"Oh……"

Chen Xiaomiao turned around with her son in her arms, looked at Zhou Zihang who was frozen in place, and smiled calmly.

"Excuse me, classmate."

The car door slowly closed, cutting off all view.

Freshman Zhou Zihang was disheveled in the evening breeze, the unrestrained, infectious laughter of three senior female students echoing in his ears.

……

Inside the carriage, Lu Yang looked up and asked, "Mom, that guy just now, was he interested in you?"

When he is with his mother, Lu Yang will naturally switch to the same elegant Central Plains accent.

Chen Xiaomiao was lost in thought when her son's precocious question amused her.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

She reached out and pinched Lu Yang's cheek: "Mom is almost graduating, and at her age, she still has to encounter such a distressing thing."

"Mom, you're only twenty-two, that's normal."

Lu Yang corrected him in a serious tone.

"She's the mother of the child too."

"Mom, I've always been curious, how did you and Dad meet?"

Chen Xiaomiao has been asked this question by many people.

Even though the person in front of her was her own flesh and blood, she couldn't reveal her true origins.

"It's fate," Chen Xiaomiao said vaguely. "Your father and I are destined for each other, just like you and Jasmine."

Lu Yang was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Mom, are you so sure that Jasmine and I are destined for each other?"

Chen Xiaomiao was taken aback by the question, and her heart skipped a beat.

"What's wrong, Yangyang? You...you don't like jasmine?"

“It’s not that I don’t like it.” Lu Yang shook his head: “I just feel that Mom is in a bit of a hurry, as if she can’t wait for me to marry Jasmine tomorrow.”

Faced with her son's question, Chen Xiaomiao looked out the window and chose to remain silent and avoid the question.

Lu Yang noticed that his mother was in a bad mood, so he changed the subject and said, "Mom, I'm already three years old. Teach me some Taoist skills."

Chen Xiaomiao snapped out of her daze and looked at her son in surprise: "Are you interested?"

"I have to learn it whether I'm interested or not."

Lu Yang's tone was calm and even: "This is also destiny, right, Mom?"

Chen Xiaomiao gazed into her son's eyes, which seemed to see through everything, patted his head, and said nothing more.

(End of this chapter)